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The House of Nightmares

by hikari100 (ao3)

Chapter 1: The New Kid

Friday.
The end of the week.

It was always hard when starting at a new school, in a new town. A fact that fifteen-year-old Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter, could confirm. It was strange, though. Before moving to the middle of nowhere America, the Potters, along with the Black-Lupins; were living quite happily in New York City. Harry was even attending a private school that had a wonderful reputation.

Only...
His parents were hiding something.

He was sure of it.

Harry stood at an even height of five foot five, with a slender, almost feminine tone. Thick, inky blue-black locks framed a sweet face; layering in a curtain of curls. His soft features were accented by creamy tanned skin, full, pouty lips and long, dark eyelashes framed his almond-shaped eyes; revealing bright emerald green irises.

Even as a child, Harry would notice the occasional unease about his parents. They were shifty at times, and they kept their neighbors at a respectable length. He also noted that they were extremely protective of him, and there were all those doctor visits. Well, whatever his parents were hiding, it was something that his godfathers; Sirius Black-Lupin and Remus Lupin, knew about.

Grr.

Shaking his head, Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as the school bell abruptly rang; announcing to all that the final class had ended. Great, time for another lonely weekend at home. Due to the abrupt move, his parents and godfathers were hardly around; mostly they were getting things settled at their new jobs.

Drawing out a long, tired sigh, Harry slowly gathered his books; allowing the other students to pile out. If anything, he prefered to be alone, at least, until he got to know his fellow students a bit better. Seeing the last student leave, he tiredly got to his feet and shuffled out the door. Luckily, he didn't have too much homework this weekend; he just needed to grab his math and history book from his locker. Clutching his messenger bag, Harry walked out into the now very crowded hallways. Oh dear, he didn't do too well when it came to numerous people. He did his best to maneuver himself around the chattering students, but it wasn't an easy task. As one kid bumped into him, Harry heard a voice calling out to him.

"Harry!"
"Harry, wait up!"

Oh?

Surprised by the sudden acknowledgement, Harry stopped in mid stride. Curious, he turned his head in the direction of the voice; and raised an eyebrow. He was pleasantly surprised to see the freshman's resident class clown; Ronald Weasley, running up to him. Even at fifteen, Ron was tall. The gangly teen was surprisingly thin, despite eating so much. His bright red-orange hair was a bit messed up from the run, but his baby blue eyes were sparkling with joy.

How curious.

"Glad I caught ya!" He said cheerfully, rubbing the back of his head as he gave Harry a happy smile. "Listen," The redhead continued, catching Harry's attention. "My friends and I have this club," Harry tilted his head. He wondered if this so-called club of theirs was even affiliated with the school; and something told Harry that it was not. "And we were looking into adding some new members."

Hm...
Oh really?

Harry tilted his head, his green eyes searching the redhead's face, before sighing. "May I inquire as to what kind of club it is?" Ron blinked, a bit surprised by the old fashioned words. This was, to be honest, the first time he heard Harry speak. The petite boy had a soft, almost musical voice; light and airy. Then, Harry's words sunk in and Ron felt embarrassed.

"It's a Horror Club," Ron admitted, his voice sheepish. Harry inwardly frowned, his eyes dimming slightly. He wasn't really all that fond of the horror genre; finding to be rather silly and heavily cliché at times. Give him dramas and musicals any day. Seeing his hesitation, Ron hastily added in; "The next meeting won't be too bad!" He said hurriedly. "It's just a treasure hunt!" As if realizing something, Harry gave the redhead a stern look. "You're not going to let up, unless I agree," He said tiredly. "Are you?" His cheeks pink, Ron twiddled his fingers before giving a weak smile. Huffing out an annoyed sigh, Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Fine," He grumbled sourly. "When and where is this club meeting?" Ron perked up, his eyes alit with joy.

"Here," Ron pulled out a small piece of paper and handed it over. "We meet there every Friday night at ten." Harry looked at the address, and inwardly winced. He knew where this was, as the realtor had warned them about it. The Horror Club apparently meets at the old Archbolt Manor; an abandoned home that was once owned by the founding family of Alamos Town.

From what Harry could remember, the Archbolt family had been rather eccentric in the golden days; mostly keeping to themselves. It was strange, though. The Archbolt's had been a rather large clan, but had dwindled down to a measly five members left. There had been rumors about the clan head commiting the ultimate taboo; the near wipeout of the family. The only survivors had been a little girl and a boy just a bit older. One day, the family was there; then the next, the Archbolt Manor became a house of blood. Then the clan head disappeared into history.

Thus, ended the Archbolt.

"Great," Ron sounded hopeful. "We'll see you there tonight!" He called over his shoulder as he hurried on. Harry blinked owlishly, before sighing. Well, looks like he was going to be spending the night in a bloody murder house. Damn, why did he even agree to this? Shaking his head, Harry continued on with his trek to his locker; annoyed with his lack of action. He reached his locker, undid the lock, and opened it up. Harry took out a couple of books, and placed the ones that he wouldn't need until Monday; back in his locker. As he walked towards the front door, Harry failed to notice that he was being watched by someone. Someone with ill intentions for the frail boy.

Oh yes.

Soon...

.-.-.-.

With the weather being so nice today; despite it being October, Harry had opted to walk to and from school. The skies were crystal clear, and the sun shone; granting pleasant temperatures. As he walked the long path home, a gentle breeze swept by. Harry shivered, a chill slowly going down his spine; and he felt ill. It was as if someone or something was watching him. Nervously, his eyes darted about, but saw not a thing. There was no one around him, save for the occasional car that drove by. The petite boy frowned, his green eyes narrowing. The unease of being watched was growing stronger, and Harry knew that he had to hurry on. Shaking his head, the teen quickened his pace; never once seeing a handsome man watching him from across the street. The man seemed to smile before he vanished, as if he had never been there.

Oh dear.
This couldn't be good.

.-.-.-.

Finally home.

Back in New York, they had lived in a small, but comfortable apartment; in a respectable neighborhood. His godfathers had lived only a block away, and it seems only natural that the same would happen here in Alamos Town. And his new home, oh, did he love it so much more than that little apartment! Their new home was a lovely two story home; one of the few Victorian homes still left in town (thankfully in good condition). The house sported at least four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a study, a room that was once a grand library, a sunroom, living room and dining room.

The kitchen was also fairly large and had been updated with all of the latest goodies. What? Harry loved to cook, and since neither of his parents could cook a thing (his dad could even burn water, for christ's sake), nor could his godfathers; Harry soon became the designated cook in the house. Well, once he was old enough to reach the stove, that is.

Harry frowned slightly, his green eyes dimming when he saw that his parents' cars weren't in the driveway. Hm, looks like they were staying late; again. Heaving a sigh, the teen wandered inside, and into the kitchen for a snack. Since it was still quite early, Harry went and grabbed an apple. Munching on the sweet fruit, he headed upstairs and to his room.

His room, was perhaps, his favorite. It faced the backyard; which was spacious and full of life. When his parents had picked this house, Harry begged them if he could use the backyard as he saw fit; and luckily, for him, that is, they did.
Harry spent weeks fixing that yard up; removing debris, and taking down the old swing set and play area, before finally leveling the choppy grass into a more even and natural look. Harry did, however, concede into having an inground pool, installed. While that was going on, he went and built a small stone path which would circle and lead to a little pond. Harry planted tiger lilies, geraniums, primroses, sweet smelling roses, jasmines and gardenias. A gazebo with a single bench finished his little 'zen' off; much to his delight. Besides this, Harry had also planted many fruits and vegetables; much to his parents amusement.

Heh.

Anyway...

His room overlooked the garden, and was a lot bigger than his old one; big enough to have a full walk-in closet and adjacent bathroom, that is. The room was painted a warm cream, with the trim being a soft white; and a thick, dark chocolate carpet. His furniture consisted of a full-size canopy bed, a rather expensive looking desk that held a laptop and several books, a storage trunk, and several decorative shelves lined the walls; all shaded a dark walnut. The bed was lined with snow white sheets and a thick, creamy golden duvet, and fluffy white pillows; a matching curtain surrounded the bed. The bathroom was also nice, what with matching walls, but with white marbled floors. The countertops were a polished black granite with silver faucets. There was even a large garden-tub with a separate shower. Checking the small clock that was on his desk, Harry saw that he had enough time for a soak and a nap.

This better be worth it.

.-.-.-.

Yes.

They could sense as someone new came to their home. The four adults meant nothing to them, but the child...oh, such innocence. Their aura spoke of purity, underlined with the bitterness of weariness. Hm, such a sweet taste, so close and yet, so far. The child was perfect for them, and how they longed for such beauty. Now, how to bring that beauty here?

Of course.

Nothing happened here without them knowing of it.

Oh, they knew that a small group of children had chosen their home as a place to meet for that silly club. It was rather easy for the darkness to touch the souls of the intruders; toying with the children as it placed the idea into their heads. It was only a matter of time before the beauty would come home.

"S-Soon...my dear..."

"Soon you will be home."

Chapter 2: Dreams...or a Warning?

Hm...

Where...
...where am I...?

Harry groaned softly; his head throbbed and his whole body felt like lead. As he slowly regained awareness, something seemed to curl around his left leg. He twitched a bit, his ears tickled as his hair fell around his face in a curtain of inky darkness. Wait a minute...a sharp pain went down his spine; earning a pained groan in return, and slowly, his eyes opened.

What the - ?!

Seeing the wooden walls before him, Harry snapped to attention; only to wince as another sharp bolt of pain shot through him. Oh, sitting up like that had been a mistake. He winced, reaching up to his aching temples, when something sharp pierced tender skin. Confused, not to mention, weary, Harry's green eyes fluttered, before he was able to focus enough on himself to realize that something was wrong.

What am I wearing?!
...and what happened to me?

Harry was mortified beyond belief that someone had changed him out of his simple tee-shirt and pants, and into something that would definitely get him a scolding. Harry now found himself wearing a feminine bodysuit that had the nipples and groin area exposed; causing his face to flame greatly. A further inspection, showed that it was't just his apparel that had changed. His nails were a bit longer, having thickened as they curled downwards; staining a noticeable shade of blue. Feeling something flickering from behind, Harry turned his head slightly and was stunned to see a long, sleek cat’s tail, swishing gently. The tail was shaded a soft silver with streaks of pale blue and snow white; his ears flickered with his emotions, causing him to whimper as he reached up to feel for them.

Oh no...

His human ears were gone, leaving only thick dark curls in their place. Instead, he found a pair of triangular ears perched upon his head, and while there was no fur; the ears felt silky smooth. Harry was shaking as he looked over his changed body, his heart sinking as tears came to his eyes.

Why was this happening?

Hello dearie.

...huh?

Harry looked up, startled by the sound of a voice. The voice was an ominous mixture of male and female, young and old; and yet, it was none of them. The voice was soothing, the silky words caressed his mind, making him feel safe. As he looked up, a sweet scent caught his attention. It was the sweet scent of natural honey with a touch of cream; breathing softly, he found that he liked the scent.

We've been waiting a long time for you.

...for me?

There was a sudden pressure in his head, and Harry whimpered as he reached up to his aching temples. His vision was beginning to blur, and he could feel himself fading in and out of consciousness. Ugh, why couldn't he think straight all of a sudden? Harry wanted to curl up, and was startled when he felt a gentle caress; someone was rubbing his new cat-ears, a soft rumble left his throat.

Wait - was he purring?!

He groaned, feeling a pair of strong arms wrapping around his waist; bringing him closer to a much stronger, more muscular frame. Harry's cheeks turned a light pink as the owner nuzzled his throat, their hands coiling lovingly around his slender waist.

You know where to find me.
Don't you dearie?

Harry shivered as the stranger nipped at his soft flesh, a pleasant tingle went down his spine. He sighed as the stranger bit down, the soft juncture between the throat and shoulder blade; the soft, dark whispers caressing his mind. Hm, somehow, Harry knew what the voice was asking of him.

...the heart...

Yes, little one.
Come to me, my child...

He whimpered as the stranger vanished, leaving him alone; wherever he was. A warm fog had rolled in, leaving Harry's mind muddled, his body pleasantly warm. Heat was pooling in his belly, a deep ache was taking root in his soul. All Harry knew, was that he had to find the heart. He wanted, no, he needed it. It felt like he would be complete, should he find it in time.

...need...need to...
...find...

Vision growing dim as the edges of his sight blurred, something seemed to settle over Harry as he shuddered. He slowly got to his feet, green eyes hazing over and he carefully made his way through the seemingly endless home. The heart, he needed to find the heart...

(...)

The basement.
The heart was somehow in the basement.

Harry climbed down the stairs, surprisingly nimble as he easily avoided the nasty traps that had been left behind. The temperatures were quite pleasant, really. It was warm down here, and the sweet scent of honey and cream was beginning to filter through. Oh, did that mean that he was close?

Hello, little one.
You are finally here.

Harry came to a halt, having reached a large and closed off area. There were no antique furniture, no chest of goodies; nothing really, to be found in this area. Instead, there was a shadowy black mass that had attached itself to the building's structure. The mass easily reached to the ceiling, and had spread over the walls and a good portion of the floor. The shiny tint to the mass, showed that it was something that wasn't natural; black bubbles rising up. There was a large lump, so to speak, within the center of the mass.

A lump that was pulsing softly.

The scent was stronger now.

Harry looked up at the mass with hazy eyes, his arms slowly falling to the side as his body hummed with life. Despite the sudden onslaught of drowsiness, Harry felt safe and comfortable here; like nothing bad could ever happen. He relaxed, feeling his lips tug into a smile as a soft laughter whispered in his mind. His eyes were now dark and cloudy, heat coursing through him as the heart pulsed; sending a feeling of faint joy through the entranced boy.

We're so glad that you've joined us.

Humming softly, Harry slowly approached the mass, watching with dim eyes as a chair spun of its own goo; slowly take shape. It was designed to resemble one of those big, expensive executive type chairs; the only thing different about it, was a visible gray slit in the cushion.

Oh?

Come now.

The pressure was back in his head, causing him to nearly buckle under its force. The pressure would not let up, and something was tugging at his conscious as his hazy eyes were drawn to the chair. Shaking his head, Harry winced but silently made his way over to the chair. He absentmindedly sat down, and the pressure slowly began to leave him; making it a bit easier to think.

Comfortable, are we?

Harry stopped as the chair seemed to quiver, before something warm was poking him down there. However, before he could react, thick gray bands slammed around his wrists; binding him to the chair. Harry shivered, his eyes wide as he tried his best to calm down his racing heart.

Don't worry child.
Everything will be fine.

He managed to look down, before his hazy eyes widen in shock. There, the gray slit had parted, and something thick and silver, was slithering through it. It had a distinct masculine tone, and a certain shape; and it was apart of the chair. A soft, warm liquid suddenly began to drip onto his legs, and Harry looked up; instinctively turning red as the object slid past the bodysuit, and deep into his own body.

Hovering before him, was a dripping tendril; having reached out from the pulsing mass. It didn't hesitate as it ran lightly over his lips, before slipping past with a soft, wet plop. The tendril slid down his throat; and yet, he could still breathe. A visible white film started to slide over his eyes, just as a sticky, warm goo began to spread over his lips. The chair quivered as the toy slid into the child's willing body; a visible bulge forming in his belly, before it was gone. Finally, the beauty was theirs!

All the beauty had to do, was accept them.

Do you see, child?

Harry shuddered as a thick, warm fluid was flowing down his throat. That same heat was coursing through his body, as that delightful object seemed to strike his very soul. He couldn't really concentrate on anything as his mind was engulfed by a fog. Harry's nerves were on fire as passion and lust threatened to consume his sense of self. He never noticed as his dick rose to life, growing thick as a sweet white fluid began to drip.

You can have all of this.

Harry's eyes fluttered, his ears were flat as his tail quivered. The voice was whispering in his mind, caressing his memories. He had never felt anything like this before, and it was amazing; he never wanted it to end. But wait, what was the voice talking about?

This was just a dream...
...wasn't it?

That soft laugh again. Harry's eyes slowly opened (when did he close them?), only to see a vague humanoid shape standing there. The shape had a distinct masculine appearance; a certain appendage between the legs gave it away, but they were made completely from the black mass; having only glowing yellow eyes. The figure seemed to smile at the boy, their eyes glowing with hunger.

All you have to do, is one little thing.

Harry watched as the figure approached him, and he whimpered as his body ached with need. The figure reached out and gently rubbed his ears; earning a purr in return. Chuckling, the figure’s hand went lower, and was rubbing Harry's cock, gently caressing the heated flesh; pleased with the boy's soft whimpers, which were becoming lusty mewls.

Snickering softly, the figure stood up, and to Harry's confusion; slowly lowered themself back down...straight onto Harry's dick. His milky eyes widen as his pupils dilated, sending a wave of sheer lust through his very soul. He groaned softly, his body slowly going limp as the figure did something that he wasn't expecting; they took a nipple into their mouth, suckling gently.

The fog was now well and truly in control.

Harry whimpered, his voice forever muffled by the gooey gag. Oh! He shivered as something was struck deep within his body. Unknown to him, the tendril in his mouth began to swell with anticipation. The dark whispers were back, and he could barely make out of the soft promise.

Simply give in.

A noticeable bulge was moving along the tendril; desperately making its way towards the boy. The figure continued to lap at Harry's nipples, tweaking the tender flesh as Harry became a quivering mess below them. Oh, how he longed for this, would it really be that difficult to give in? To be forever treated to this? He could feel something warm flowing into him as he instinctively swallowed it; feeling it slide smoothly down as it settled in his stomach.

Yes...
...I want...

.-.-.-.

Why was it so warm all of a sudden?

Shaking his head with a soft groan, Harry slowly came to; his head ached terribly and his body felt like lead. The petite boy managed to push himself into a sitting position, and his eyes slowly opened; only to wince as a sharp pain shot across his head. Oh, he shouldn't have done that. Having to wait several minutes, for his vision had blurred terribly; which was the cause of his sudden headache, Harry strained his eyes to see better. To his complete and utter confusion, Harry found that he was no longer in his room, but in the middle of the woods.

Wait, this wasn't just a set of woods; he could smell the overwhelming scent of pulp, and a fog was slowly snaking its way through the grass. Harry recalled from the realtor that the old Archbolt Manor stood at the edge of the woods; woods that lead into a bloody swamp of all things! Was he somehow out by the old manor? Oh dear, this wasn't good.

A soft rustle.

...what was that?

Harry snapped to attention, his green eyes darting about, as it felt like he was being watched by...something. What it was, he wasn't sure; but it felt old, old and powerful. As he looked around, something thick and warm suddenly circled his ankles. Confused, Harry looked down; his eyes widening in shock at the sight. There, curling around his ankles, was a pair of surprisingly strong vines. He squeaked as he was abruptly lifted off of his feet; being held roughly five to six feet off the ground. Harry squirmed as more vines slithered out; slowly wrapping around his slender frame. It didn't hurt, per say, just a gentle pressure strong enough to prevent movement. With the pressure now being applied to his stomach, Harry grew still as it was becoming a bit harder to breathe.

How lovely... ...

...what?

Hearing the soft whisper, Harry looked up with wide, expressive green eyes. The voice was soft, yet there was a distinct huskiness to it; caressing his mind with its silkiness. Harry shivered, his heart racing when his nose picked up on a faint scent of something familiar. He tilted his head, immediately recognizing it as tiger lily; the same type of flower that he had in his garden.

It's been a long time since we've had company.

The scent of lilies grew stronger, and seemed to wrap around him. Harry groaned, practically limp as his vision blurred; his head felt heavy, muddled almost. He could barely grasp a thought now, much less see what was in front of him. A pleasant warmth washed over him as a delightful tingle went down his spine; earning a soft sigh in return.

I...I don't...

However, he had enough conscious thought to look himself over and through the haze, Harry wondered if this was normal. Somehow, he had been stripped of his tee-shirt and pants, leaving him in his birthday suit. Strangely smooth vines had wrapped around him, looping around his neck, curling lovingly around his torso and looping between his buttocks; more were curling around his hands and legs.

What the - ?

Don't worry so much.
Sit back and relax, little rose.

He blinked owlishly as a vine reached out and was rubbing lightly over his hole; earning pink cheeks and a cute squeak as it easily slid in with a soft plop. Harry squirmed as the vine slithered through his passage. It wasn't painful, just a bit discomforting having something thick moving about. A vine was caressing his cheek as another ran lightly over his lips. Just as the vine that was nestled inside of him, struck a certain spot, Harry's mouth dropped open as he gasped.

Bingo.

The vine quickly slid past his lips and buried itself down his throat. Harry would have choked, if not for the green fluid the vine was dripping. The moment, Harry swallowed it; his body grew dangerously warm as a visible haze filtered over his green eyes. That was all that the plants needed, and were running lovingly over the dazed boy; dark hisses whispered softly within his jumbled mind.

Perfection at its finest.
Wouldn't you agree, Rose?

A broken moan was all that Harry could utter as a warm liquid was flowing down his throat, and splashing his insides. He whimpered as his body burned, his belly felt full to the point of bursting. Harry's glassy eyes took in the sight of his belly slowly swelling; feeling strangely full and...right? His eyes widen when a much thinner, more delicate vine coiled around his aching dick.

Was it...?
Eeep!

Harry jerked, his body quivering as the vine teased the slit of his weeping shaft; before it was pushing past and down into the hard organ. He gave a choked, muffled cry as his dick hardened even further (if that was even possible), leafy vines curling around his swollen shaft; cinching itself tightly. At the same time, a rather noticeable bulge was moving down the vines, determined to make their way to the beauty.

Please...

Please, what, Rose?

I-I need it...

As you wish, Rose.

Harry shuddered violently as he instinctively clamped down, the bulges meeting their targets. One slid into his aching cock, another easily slid down his throat, while the final one settled deep within his swollen belly. The vines were still buried in him, as he fell lip with a soft, breathy moan.

Find us, dearie.
Come home.

Chapter 3: The Horror Club

KER-SPLASH

Harry yelped as cold water suddenly stung his eyes, and he sat up in a rush; coughing harshly, for he had accidentally swallowed some of the soapy water. He couldn't believe what he had just done! Harry rubbed at his eyes, still coughing; spitting out the bitterness of soap. Somehow, he had fallen asleep while taking a soak; he was damn lucky that he didn’t drown from such foolishness.

When his eyes had finally stopped burning, Harry opened them; blinking blearily as his memory slowly returned. He had opted for a nice, long hot soak; and had eventually dozed off as some strange, if not intense, dreams drifted on through. His cheeks pinked as images of the dreams flashed in his mind, and he hastily looked down; only for his flush to deepen at the sight of milky white strands.

Oh dear.

How embarrassing.

Shaking his head, Harry reached down and undid the tub’s plug; allowing the cold and dirty water to drain. Still red, he slowly got to his feet, feeling a bit weak; and reached for a fluffy towel. Hm, now that he thought about it; what was he going to wear tonight...?

Wait a minute...

What time is it?!

Wrapping the towel around him, Harry peeked out into his room; his eyes zeroing in on his clock. His green eyes widen in shock, as a sense of panic settled in. Oh man, he had been in the bath a little too long; it was nearing ten. He was going to be late!

Why me?!

(...)

Yessss...

They could feel the child, even at this distance; they could feel their beauty was ripe and ready for the taking. A shiver of excitement went through them at all of the possibilities that they could do with such sweet, tainted innocence. Besides the beauty, they had one other thing to take care of.

The intruders.

Decisions, decisions.

.-.-.-.
Archbolt Manor

Ah, curfew.
Harry had almost forgotten about that.

In his panicked state, Harry had grabbed the first set of clean clothes that he could find; and just enough time to take his bike and ride off to the meeting. Instead of a warm shirt and some jeans, Harry had accidentally grabbed a green beater, a pair of semi-tight black pants and the black boots that Uncle Sirius had gotten him one year. And, unfortunately for Harry, he forgot a jacket; so he was a bit chilled from his cold soak earlier.

Great.
He better not get sick from this.

Besides being a fashion disaster, Harry had to avoid the patrolling officers. Apparently, there had been a string of vandalism and break-ins in the area; one of the main reasons for a curfew. There was also a cop who would patrol the Archbolt Manor every night. So, he had to be really careful in not getting caught. It wasn't like his parents or godfathers would bail him out if he got arrested! Taking his chances, Harry parked his bike behind a tree about a block or two away from the manor; hopefully, the cops wouldn't see it. Breathing deeply, his green eyes harden; determined to keep to the shadows. Again, this had better be worth it. Gritting his teeth, Harry stuck to the shadows, ducking behind bushes and trees whenever a cop drove by. And so, thanks to this little delay, Harry was going to be a bit late. However, something funny happened on the way over.

The moment Harry stepped onto the outskirts of the land, a strange sensation washed over him. He froze in mid-stride, and luckily, for him; he was right behind a tree when this happened. Panting as his body grew warm, Harry slowly slid to the ground. His vision was blurring as soft, dark whispers caressed his mind; a pleasant tingle traveled through his spine.

You're almost there.

...home...?

.-.-.-.

"He's late."

Ron Weasley winced at the sound of his sister's angry voice. Oh boy, he wondered if he should have warned Harry about his sister's temper. His blue eyes traveled to his left, seeing his girlfriend, who, like his sister; was growing more and more frustrated with Harry's late arrival. "You did tell him to meet here at ten," His girlfriend said sharply, turning hard brown eyes on him. "Right?" Ron nodded weakly, holding up his hands in defense. "Of course I did!" He insisted. His girlfriend sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I do hope that he hasn't gotten himself arrested," She grumbled, having noticed the cops in the surrounding area. Ron flinched, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. He had honestly forgotten about the curfew and patrolling officers. Well, let's hope that Harry didn't pay for his mistakes.

Hopefully.

"Sorry, if I'm late."
...eh?

(...)

After finally getting his body under control, Harry slowly got to his feet and hurried onto his destination; knowing that he was quite late. He rounded a corner, seeing the Archbolt Manor coming into view; and once he saw an approaching cop car, Harry bolted for the trees, somehow avoiding the vehicle's lights. Hm, maybe he had a guardian angel watching over him.

"...did!..."

Was that Ron?

Tilting his head, Harry heard a female’s voice, and while he couldn't make out her words; Harry did hear the distinct sounds of frustration. Oh, guess she figured out about the whole cop thing; and realized that Harry hadn't been warned about it. Alright, he could do this.

Maybe.

"Sorry, if I'm late."

Harry's soft voice startled the little group, and they turned just as he came into view. Sure enough, there stood Ron, but there were two girls with him. One was a bit younger, while the other looked about a year older than them. The younger girl had hair the same shade as Ron's, but doe brown eyes. The other girl had wild and frizzy brown hair, and highly intelligent brown eyes. All three were wearing similar shirts, jackets and pants; and the older girl looked at Harry with concern when she saw his attire.

"Aren't you cold in that?" She asked softly, raising an eyebrow as he turned pink. The younger girl, however, was looking Harry up and down with an appreciative look and a wide grin. "Damn," She whistled. "Ron said nothing about you being hot!” Ron immediately turned red as he spluttered wildly as the older girl's mouth dropped in shock.

Harry flushed.

"Ginny!" The older girl scolded as the redhead snickered, looking amused. "You can't say something like that!" Ron groaned, covering his face; absolutely mortified by his sister's words. "I'm sorry about that," Harry turned to the older girl, who looked embarrassed. "Ginny can be a bit forceful," She said weakly as he raised an eyebrow. As if realizing something, the older girl took a deep breath and gave a slight smile at Harry. "My name is Hermione Granger," She introduced herself, her voice had a slight accent. "You're...Harry, right?" Blinking owlishly, Harry gave a slight nod; curious as to what Ron had been saying about him. He looked over to where Ron was playfully arguing with the younger redhead; and Hermione followed his gaze, before smiling when she saw his curiosity.

"Those two are always pulling something like this," Hermione said lightly. "You get used to their antics after awhile." Harry snorted when the redhead, Ginny was it (?), pinched Ron's arm; forcing the older boy to let go. "Hey," Ginny said with a grin, as she winked at Harry. "I call 'em as I see 'em, Mione." Hermione rolled her eyes, but there was a smile as she shook her head.

"I'm Ginny," The redhead introduced herself to Harry, who looked curiously between the two sibling's. "This knucklehead's little sister," She gestured to Ron, who huffed in annoyance as he looked away. Harry blinked owlishly, looking from the two siblings to Hermione, and back again. Hermione snorted, and Harry glanced at her with curiosity. "You forgot to mention that you’re the youngest of seven," She corrected.

"True."

...seven kids?!

Harry's eyes widen as he looked at the two siblings in absolute disbelief. Ron saw this, and snorted. "Yeah," He mumbled. "That's pretty much everyone's reaction when they find out." Ginny snickered, punching him good naturedly. "You have Bill, who's the oldest," She piped up, explaining the dynamics of the Weasley family to the stunned boy. "Then there's Charlie, followed by Percy."

Harry blinked, wondering if he had heard Ron right. He could have sworn that the redhead muttered something about a brown-noser? Ginny just gave him a pointed look, before turning to Harry once more. "You have the twins, Fred and George, next." Harry stopped, before realizing that he knew who she was talking about. He might not have seen them around much, but he had heard of the infamous devil twins; Fred and George, who were currently seniors. Harry was quiet as he thought things over. If Fred and George were younger than Percy, but older than Ron; then that left Ron as the youngest boy. One girl with six older brothers...? Yikes. He fought back a shiver for any potential boyfriends; who, would most likely, not make it past the brothers, much less to their parents!

Hermione shook her head, before giving the two siblings a stern look. "We've been out here long enough," She scolded. "It's time that Harry met the others." Harry inwardly frowned, a sense of unease going down his spine as Ron carefully undid the lock, granting them access.

Why am I getting a bad feeling about this...?

.-.-.-.

The kids quickly stepped inside, revealing that the back door lead straight into a very dusty kitchen. They had to crawl along the floor as a cop's headlights shone over the nearby windows. Harry had to cover his nose as the dusty tickled it, and he nearly bit through his lips; just so that he wouldn't sneeze. Finally, they had managed to crawl through the dusty kitchen, and out into the hallway.

Taking out a small penlight, Hermione lead them down the hall; giving Harry the time to inspect his surroundings. Strangely enough, the Archbolt Manor was set up very similar to his own; only there was something...off about everything. The wallpapers had turned yellow with age, and was clearly peeling, wood was rotting away; and there was vague shapes along the wall where paintings must have hung once. Harry also noted that any surviving piece of furniture was covered with thick sheets. Not to mention the thick layers of dust everywhere, and the cobwebs...

Too many to be normal.

At long last, Hermione came to a halt, right at the entrance to the living room. And ahead, were the soft glow of several candles; including the remaining members. She stepped aside, and Harry was allowed to see just who was apart of this 'club'. To his curiosity, he found three more boys sitting in a circle; and all three looked up as if by some silent command.

Oh my.

The first was a boy with shocking white blond hair and intense gray eyes. There was an old blood to his appearance, most likely a descendant of a European or perhaps a French, family. Next to him was a handsome boy with curly dark hair, olive tanned skin and luminous hazel eyes. Like the blond, there was an old blood to his appearance; he at least, seemed a bit friendlier than the blond.

The last boy.
Harry recognized him from school.

Neville Longbottom.

Harry remembered seeing Neville around school, and kinda felt sorry for him. Unlike Harry, who was always weary (due to his past), Neville was the unfortunate kid who was always getting picked on. He was a bit pudgy with brownish-blond hair, but kind brown eyes. Neville was incredibly shy, and was a budding gardener. For some reason, plants...they just adore him. "Alright," Ron said cheerfully. "You already know Neville," He gestured to the shy boy who gave a small smile. "That there's Draco," The blond arched an eyebrow, looking Harry over and smirked. "And next to him is Blaise," The Italian boy gave a slight nod. Ginny snorted and calmly bypassed Ron, and took her seat next to Draco and Blaise. At the same time, Hermione sat next to Neville, who immediately relaxed.

...huh?

"Before we can start tonight's meeting," Ron looked at Harry with a sly smile. "You have to make a choice." Harry was a bit taken back by this, and looked unsure as his eyes looked around the small group with weariness. "So, which team are you going to join?" Ron continued. "The Red Team which is lead by Draco," Said blond slowly got his feet; gray eyes reflecting his amusement. "Or, the Blue Team," Ron grinned. "Which I lead." Harry stopped, looking thoughtful as he looked from the redhead to the blond and back again.

Well...
What should he choose?

Red...
...or Blue?

Chapter 4: Family

-Red Path-

Hm...

Red or Blue?

As Harry looked between Draco and Ron, something in him kept whispering; promising safety and love if he picked red. Feeling the urge grow stronger, Harry sighed before finally making a decision. He gave Ron a sad smile, and Ron's smile dropped slightly as he looked disappointed. "Sorry Ron," Harry apologized. "But, I'm going to have to go with the Red Team."

"Yes!" Ginny squealed, pumping a fist as her brown eye lit up with joy. Ron sighed, but accepted Harry's decision. "Alright," He said quietly. "Our hunt takes place outside," He murmured as Hermione and Neville stood up. "Good luck," Hermione told him. "W-Welcome to the c-c-club," Neville stuttered, smiling slightly as he followed Hermione.

Luck, huh?

Something tells me that I'll need it.

As the Blue Team left, and after making sure that no one was around; Ginny gave Draco a nod. In return, the elegant blond turned to Harry. "Tell me something, Harry," He began, his voice low but smooth. "Do you believe in curses?" Harry stopped, an eyebrow slightly raised as he gave the blond a skeptic look. "What are you talking about?" He asked, his voice sharp but firm.

"There's no such thing as magic."

Ginny snorted. "That's what we thought," She muttered. "Until we started coming here," Ginny murmured, her voice low but bitter. Blaise frowned, before sighing heavily. "There's something about this place that isn't right," He said quietly; his voice a lit with an accent. "Whatever it is, it clearly didn't want us here," Blaise continued, his eyes meeting Harry's. "But, only we were cursed." The Italian boy gestured to himself, as well as Ginny and Draco.

"And well..."

CRACK

...what?

The sickening sounds of bones shattering, caused Harry to freeze. He took a step back, watching in stunned horror at what was happening. Harry felt sick as he watched the trio slowly, but surely began to change before his very eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry realized that they had been telling the truth...they were cursed...

All three were were hunched over, as if in great pain. A low, grunt of a growl, was what caught Harry's attention; and he immediately looked over at Blaise. It appeared that he was changing first. Blaise growled, as his body grew in height; reaching nearly seven feet as his muscles thickened at an alarming rate. His olive tanned skin was gaining a strange appearance, looking splotchy as large postuals slowly formed. His nails grew longer, as his teeth sharpened. What really set things off, was the horrible case of BO; bad enough that Harry had to cover his mouth.

Gross.

Next up, Ginny.

He watched as her fair skin slowly turn a pale, yet noticeable shade of green; only for it to darken as she gritted her teeth. Her once vibrant red-orange hair turned a scraggly black, and her nose was growing as it turned more hook-like. Her nails were turning yellow and slowly becoming more claw-like, and even her teeth yellowed as they turned sharp and jagged. Last, but not least pale, yellowish-green warts appeared over her face and hands.

As for Draco...
...well...

His fair skin was rapidly turning a lovely ivory as scales were imprinting themselves; becoming more realistic. His nails were growing longer as they became more claw-like; his new talons tore through his shoes (shame, they looked expensive), delicate horns were even bursting through his forehead. His teeth were even growing sharper as he panted; riding through the pain as the curse settled in all of them.

Hells bells.

"Y-You really are c-cursed..." Harry stammered, his green eyes wide with shock; nearly gagging on the former Italian's stench. Seeing the petite boy's reaction, Blaise groaned; his now pitch black eyes reflecting his annoyance. "Of all of the things in the world," He growled, his voice much deeper. "I had to get stuck like this." The Italian prided himself on a clean, well kept appearance; and having such BO made him nauseous.

"There is a way to break this," Ginny rasped, her voice having becoming husky as she stared at him with milky blue eyes. "You." Harry blinked, pointing at himself in shock. "Me?" He repeated. "Why me?!" Having shaken off the pain, Draco finally strained himself up, looking at Harry with slitted golden eyes. "We needed fresh blood," He said simply.

"Someone who wasn't connected to the manor," Draco continued, his voice a grumble of a growl. "Someone new had to find all of the items on the list," Harry was nervous, his green eyes darting between the now monstrous trio with weariness. "If they can find everything by midnight, we'll be free of the curse." Wait a minute, there had to be a catch...wasn't there? Ginny silently pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it over to Harry. The dark haired boy looked the list over, before raising an eyebrow in skepticism. There was no way that these things were even real! And what was so shocking about this treasure list...?

Well...

Hair of a Werewolf
A can of Monster Blood
A vial of Witch's Blood
The wrappings of a Mummy

"W-What happens if I fail?" Harry asked with a stammer as he swallowed thickly. Draco calmly strode forward, and cupped Harry's chin with a clawed hand; he was surprisingly gentle as he captured Harry's lips in a soft kiss. "You'll become a monster like us," He breathed as he pulled away; chuckling at the slightly darker look to the boy's green eyes. Ginny snorted. "You better hurry," She warned.

"You're already starting to change."

...WHAT?!

The turned teen gently lead Harry over to where a partially covered mirror sat above the mantle place. There was just enough of the surface that was left behind, to reveal one's own reflection. Draco then gestured for Harry to look, and so he did. Only for a decidedly cold chill to go down his spine as he could not look away.

Oh dear.

His eyes, while still a bright shade of green, showed that the sclera was changing. There, right before his very eyes, Harry watched as an inky darkness bled into the sclera of his terrified gaze. There was nothing natural about that gaze, and in a panicked state; he turned and bolted out of the living room. Unfortunately, he was right where he was needed. And the darkness of Archbolt Manor wasn't about to let Harry go any time soon.

.-.-.-.

Harry ran for the front door, not caring if he was caught by the patrolling unit, but somehow; he knew that he wasn't going to be making it out of this. Before he could reach for the brass knob, there came a sudden and sharp pressure from his head; the sudden onslaught of pain forcing him to cease movement. The pain was slowly but surely reaching out; striking his nerves in a deadly fashion.

Another sharp jolt of pain struck Harry, forcing the poor boy to his knees; breathing heavily as his body quivered. He shuddered as a warm heat washed over him, a tingling sensation going down his spine. His ears were throbbing, as it felt like someone was attempting to rip them off. Cringing, Harry wanted the pain to go away as the pressure increased slightly. Closing his eyes, Harry never knew that his pupils were dilating; the irises gaining a noticeable glaze. His ears flickered, flattening in his distress.

Wait...
WHAT?!

His eyes slowly opened as a chill went down his spine; unease growing from within. Swallowing thickly, Harry reached up with a shaky hand, only to feel nothing where his ears should have been. Instead, he found that his hair had grown slightly, the thick locks gaining a silky feel. Worried, Harry reached up; only to find a pair of triangular ears upon his head.

Oh-oh...
Cat ears.

You're finally here...

Harry froze at the sound of the soft voice. It was an ominous mixture of male and female, young and old; and yet, it was none of them. The voice was soothing, the silky words caressing his mind; gently brushing the pain aside. His nose twitched, breathing deeply, Harry was startled that his senses were growing stronger. The sweet scent of natural honey with a touch of cream, had reached his nose.

I know that voice...
...don't I...?

There was a soft laugh, and Harry thought he felt something wrapping around his waist; as the stranger nuzzled his neck. He shivered at the warm breath, that was lightly touching his now sensitive skin. He felt lost as the stranger hugged him; soft dark whispers echoing softly.

Come to me, my little boy.

Humming softly, Harry sighed as the stranger leaned in; tightening their hold on the semi-sleepy teen. A hand had playfully gone under his green beater, gently caressing the skin; the stranger nuzzling him. Harry shivered, practically a puddle in the stranger’s lap, feeling a pleasant heat coursing through him. His cheeks flushed as his pants started to feel a bit tight.

Come...

The stranger's presence suddenly faded, and Harry whimpered at the sudden loss. His eyes slowly opened, revealing a milky gray film had formed over the green irises; showing that he was no longer the one in control. Breathing softly, Harry slowly got to his feet, and his empty eyes looked down the hall.

...home...

(...)

Since the front door hadn't opened, the three knew that Harry was still somewhere in the house. So, it was with great surprise for the trio, when Harry suddenly walked by; and a chill went down their spines. Harry didn't seem to see nor hear them, and he almost appeared to be swaying as he walked.

What the hell...?

Ginny suddenly cursed as a sickening thought came to her. "Why am I getting the feeling that we're totally and utterly screwed?" She groaned. However, before Blaise or Draco could make a move, an eerie numbness suddenly washed over them; leaving them helpless. And invisible to all, but one, a strange and intricate seal suddenly formed underneath them; glowing with a sickening dark light.

Yep.
They were fucked.

.-.-.-.

Despite his hazy vision, Harry was able to make his way to where the basement door was. Hm, he supposed that he was lucky that the old manor was designed very similar to his own home; making it rather easy to find everything. Shaking his head, he soon found the brass knob of the faded door; a door that he knew lead down to the basement.

Here goes nothing...

Harry reached out and grabbed the dingy knob, easily turned it, and the door slowly opened; giving way to a tunnel of darkness. To his curiosity, he could smell that delectable scent of honey and cream, coming from the dark tunnel. Breathing deeply, Harry was nearly dizzy as his vision flickered ominously. Shaking his head, he quietly walked through and started down the stairs; the door closing behind him.

Surprisingly enough, it was rather warm down here; the scent growing stronger with each step. As he round a corner, Harry realized something else. There was no antique furniture, no chest of goodies; nothing really, to be found around here. Instead, his eyes zeroed in on a rather massive, shadowy black mass that had attached itself to the building's structure. The mass easily reached to the ceiling, shiny black strands spreading out over the walls, and across the floor; bearing an unnatural appearance. Small black bubbles could be seen rising up, and there was a large lump; so to speak, within the center. A lump that was pulsing softly; the scent practically flooding the basement.

He looked up, blinking owlishly. Even with his fading vision and a sudden onslaught of drowsiness, Harry did feel safe. It was as if nothing bad could happen to here, not with Papa protecting him. A soft smile graced Harry's lips, as a soft, sweet laugh whispered within his mind. By now, intricate silver-green markings were taking shape along the left side of his face, and his teeth were beginning to look a bit sharper than normal.

We're so happy that you're home.
You will stay.

...won't you?

Harry felt Papa's worry and unease, and his heart broke. "Papa...don't worry..." He rasped, taking a step forward. "I'll stay...with Papa..." For a moment, there was silence, and Harry wondered what Papa was thinking. Then, soft laughter greeted him and a warmth washed over him; soothing his fears. Papa was happy for him, Harry knew he wouldn't leave Papa behind.

He was home, after all.

I'm glad.

Time for you to join our family.
My little kitten.

Humming softly, Harry stood before the black mass; tilting his head cutely. "Yes Papa..." He murmured, relieved when he heard Papa's warm chuckle. A sudden idea came to Harry, and he teasingly began to strip down; removing each of the silly clothing, and calmly tossing the material off to the side. He smiled sweetly, pleased when he sensed Papa's amusement and appreciation. As he striped, more and more of his body continued to change; now encouraged by Papa himself. Harry had always been slender, but now, there was a more softer tone to his appearance. The same markings that had formed along his face, was now forming similar shapes along his left side. His nails were lengthening, becoming more clawlike as they turned a noticeable shade of blue.

Harry didn't twitch, comforted by the presence of Papa, as his tailbone throbbed; lengthening as a sleek cat’s tail burst from his spine. The tail was lined with soft, silver fur and natural tints of pale blue and pure white. Due to the rising temperatures, Harry's body hummed as it flared to life; his cock was slowly, but surely hardening as slick, semi-clear fluid began to drip down his slender legs, coating the smooth skin.

Beautiful as ever.

Harry blushed hotly, his glassy eyes crinkling slightly as a soft smile graced his lips. No one had called him beautiful before, and he was happy that it came from Papa. Turning his head, Harry saw that the mass was spreading along the floor; as if to make sure that every inch was coated with the gooey substance.

It's alright, baby.
You'll feel better soon.

The mass quivered, and slowly, a pair of dripping tendrils snaked its way out; the scent of honey and cream was leaving Harry's mind muddled. He stood there, swaying slightly as his body continued to grow warmer with each passing moment; a warm fog was caressing his broken thoughts as he breathed deeply. Harry's glassy eyes were dark with his growing lust, and he licked his lips as he gazed up at Papa with longing.

Harry wanted, no he needed Papa. The desire to be complete was overwhelming, and oh, how he longed to be filled; to be taken so thoroughly. Such a maddening thought, it was. "Papa..." Harry whined, panting as his body was threatening to overheat. He whimpered as he heard Papa's soft chuckle, and before long, Papa's gooey tendrils were curling around him; the loving gesture sending little jolts coursing through him. As his eyes fluttered, Harry failed to see what was happening below. The pulsing heart appeared to be growing bigger, a barely noticeable slit was forming on top. The slit was slowly opening, revealing a gaping maw; a hole that was growing bigger by the minute, and thick, warm goo could be seen bubbling from within.

Are you ready...?

...to join with us, baby?

The darkness was looking their precious boy over, admiring the now pale skin that was marked with their power. Their baby was growing more and more beautiful before their very eyes. Harry's nipples were a shade of blue, having darkened and were aching with need. His cock was now a big longer, thicker; more narrow as the weeping tip was dripping with a pale blue fluid. They could feel their baby's excitement, running down his legs.

Oh yes.
Their son was more than ready.

"Papa..." Harry whispered, his voice a soft mewl. "Want...family..." He mewled as Papa ran a tendril over his slick, wet passage. "Want...Papa..." Within his foggy mind, Harry felt Papa’s amusement, which was followed by his desire for the young boy; and Harry smiled at the thought of being taken by Papa. Yes, he was ready to join the family.

As you wish, my little boy.

Harry's eyes closed as Papa carefully lowered him; willingly giving himself over to his Papa. The darkness was singing with joy, they could finally claim this beautiful boy as theirs! Heh, and soon, the trespassers would be punished for their transgressions.

The young boy was gently lowered into the gaping hole, feeling the warm goo slowly enveloping his feet in its sticky warmth. Harry sighed, relaxing as the goo started to spread over him, slowly encasing him in its warmth. His eyes suddenly snapped open, his slitted pupils wide as he felt something swiftly entering him; sending bolts of sheer pleasure down his spine. The tendril was incredibly thick, somehow slipping past his swollen, wet hole. It was throbbing, and Harry moaned; unconsciously wrapping around the invading tentacle. The darkness hissed, their baby was incredibly tight and so very hot as they were entering the young boy. The goo continued to rise, coating every inch of that delectable, sweet flesh; now becoming his flesh; reaching his torso. As if by some silent command, Harry looked up at Papa with hunger.

The darkness chuckled softly; a low, rich silky sound that was promising. Harry watched with hunger as a thick, gooey tentacle slithered out from the wall; before making its way over. He was happy when the tentacle ran lightly over his soft lips, and obediently opened his mouth. The darkness was pleased as its tentacle plundered their boy's mouth, easily burying itself in the child's throat.

Yesss...

Harry's broken thoughts were focused on Papa, and the surge of love that was wrapping around his very soul. He lapped at the tentacle, enjoying the flavor of honey; a muffled moan escaped as a burning liquid was steadily pouring down his throat. A droplet of thick, black fluid dripped from his mouth; a thinner tentacle gently wiped it away. The goo continued to rise, and by now, it had come to a rest just underneath his chin.

He continued to lick and suckle the tentacle that was in his throat; his glassy eyes staring up at Papa. More tentacles were running over his body, tweaking the now rubbery nipples; earning a muffled moan in return. The tendrils were secreting the same goo, which began to coat his face. Harry wasn't afraid, trusting his Papa completely.

The goo reached his mouth, and his lips were tingling as they were coated with the same warmth. It was soon moving over his nose, and yet, he was still capable of breathing; a faint wonder if the goo was breathing for him. Harry could feel the goo wrapping over his eyes; strangely enough, there was no burning heat. It was as if someone had simply placed dark sunglasses over his eyes. He even felt it encasing his ears, and finally sealed itself as it finished wrapping around his head. After awhile, the tentacle that had been in his throat, removed itself with a soft plop.

The darkness looked its boy over, pleased to see that their baby was fully encased with its power. Harry's little mouth was now locked in a permanent 'o', his nipples were perk, and his cock stood at attention. Truly, their boy was one of a kind; and he was all theirs...!

My beautiful little boy.

Harry was silent, as his voice had been stripped from him. But he could still hear Papa, and he mewled at the soft, appreciative words. Papa was proud of him, and Harry was pleased that he had done so well. There was still more to be done; and Harry was so close to joining Papa.

It's time to sleep, my child.

And when you wake up...
...you'll be mine for good...

Purring, Harry slowly sank into the warm, curling up as he felt Papa wrap around him. Yes, he was finally with Papa and was content. The darkness chuckled as their baby boy sank further into the heart; the goo pulling him down as the slit slowly sealed itself shut.

GAME OVER

Chapter 5: Blue Team for the Win!

Blue Team

Hm...

Red or Blue...?

As Harry looked between Draco and Ron, a sudden thought came to Harry. Whispering from the back of his mind, the feelings of loyalty, safety and overwhelming love; that he could have all of this, if he went with blue. This urge was growing stronger, and Harry sighed as he finally made his decision. He sent Draco a sad smile, before looking at Ron with the barest of smiles and a slight nod. "I'm going to go with the Blue Team," He said softly. Neville perked up as Hermione hummed, looking as if she had expected it. Draco, on the other hand, looked disappointed by accepted Harry's decision. Ron's face brightened up at that; his eyes bright with joy. "Great!" He chirped. "Our hunt, tonight," Ron continued, ignoring how his sister sulked. "Is going to take place out back." When the redhead saw Harry's uneasy look, he knew what the smaller boy was thinking and Hermione hastily spoke up; sending her boyfriend a dirty look.

"You don't have to worry, Harry," She assured him. "The patrol unit doesn't bother with the backyard." Neville nodded in agreement. "T-That's right," He piped up, his voice soft and nervous. "T-The back i-i-is surrounded by a hedge wall," Neville explained, once he saw Harry's curious look. "You can trust Longbottom on that," Zabini said dryly. "The guy is an expert on plants."

Really now?

Harry looked over at Neville with a raised eyebrow, and the slightly pudgy boy blushed; as if embarrassed. "N-No I-I'm n-n-not..." He stuttered, twiddling his fingers. Ginny shook her head fondly. "Neville," She said softly, but her voice was kind. "You need to stop putting yourself down." Neville's blush deepened, earning some fond chuckles in return. "Come on, Harry," Hermione gently lead the confused boy to the backdoor, but not before Ron called over his shoulder.

"Good luck in trying to beat us!" He teased.

Luck, huh?

Why am I getting a bad feeling about this?

.-.-.-.

Yep.

I hate being right...

The moment the four stepped out into the back, Harry felt his heart sink at the sight. The back, unfortunately, lead out into a rather large and impressive looking graveyard. Beyond that, he could make out a mausoleum; a mausoleum that was at the edge of what could only be described as a swamp. Great, why on earth did the Archbolt's build a manor by a freaking swamp?!

Shit.

"It can be a bit unsettling," Hermione said softly as she came up to Harry. "For newcomers," She murmured, noticing his uneasy look. "Why a swamp?" Harry stressed out the last word, looking uneasy at the idea. Hermione snorted, rolling her eyes. "If you ever find out," She muttered. "Let me know." Like Harry, Hermione understood the dangers of having a swamp so close to private property.

Anyway...

Ron scratched a cheek in embarrassment, looking away with a pink face. "This time around," He said with a sheepish smile. "Our hunt is pretty easy." Harry raised an eyebrow, turning his head slightly. "We only need to find one item each." Hermione pulled out four little index cards and calmly handed them out; leaving one for herself. "And you have until midnight to find said item," Ron continued.

Midnight?

Oh.
Two hours then.

"Remember to meet back here in two hours," Hermione warned, her brown eyes looking them over with sternness. Harry inwardly winced at the look, looking away. From what he could see, Hermione was perhaps a bit too stern for his tastes; and she appeared to be the classic bookworm. To be honest, he kind of felt bad for Ron. Hermione could not be an easy person to get along with.

Oh well.

Shaking his head, Harry quietly walked off; hearing the others doing the same. Curious about his card, Harry looked down, before raising an eyebrow. Huh, he was supposed to find a necklace once belonging to the former lady of the house; the one who was murdered...oh dear. Wait, shouldn’t something like this be up in the house? Why would there be a necklace out here?

Hm...?

Harry stopped in mid-stride, tilting his head as a familiar scent reached his nose. He shook his head, wrinkling his nose cutely as he sneezed. The scent...he knew that scent, how could he not? Somehow, someone had planted a bunch of tiger lilies here on the old property. But, how was that even possible? The surrounding environment was not suited to a delicate flower like the tiger lily.

Soft, sweet laughter echoed around him.

Reaching up to his now aching temples, Harry winced as his head throbbed as the laughter wrapped around his very soul. Dazed, he looked up and was startled to see the silhouette of someone looking towards him; just standing there at the edge of the swamp. Unfortunately, they were too far away for Harry to get a real good look at them. The stranger seemed to smile before they turned back to the swamp; disappearing into the thick foliage.

Wait!

Biting his lip, Harry looked back to the manor with a thoughtful, nervous frown. Something deep inside was telling him that this person, whoever they were, was important. The desire to find this person was becoming quite strong, and with a heavy sigh, Harry jogged towards the swamp; determined to find the stranger. What if the old manor wasn't abandon? For all Harry knew, this stranger could be the owner!

I just hope that I can find them.

(...)

Great...

I'm totally lost now!

Huffing, Harry crossed his arms as he walked; sulking as he glared at the surrounding environment. After seeing the stranger disappear into the swamp, Harry had made his decision and took off for the swamp himself. However, it wasn't long before he fell off the path; and was finding himself wandering in what felt like an endless swamp. Geeze, just how big was this place...?!

...huh?

Harry was surprised to see that some of the bushes were growing smaller as the trees were thinning. He wondered, if perhaps he was reaching a clearing of some sort. Feeling a bit hopeful, Harry darted forward; easily bypassing the bushes that had been blocking him, and sure enough, stumbled right onto a large clearing.

Straightening himself out, Harry brushed some of the twigs and leaves from his clothes. Sighing, he looked up; his eyes scanning the clearing as he pondered over his choices. The clearing was quite large, with grand trees on all sides; the gnarled branches reaching as high as the evening skies. There was a thick foliage of ivy circling and hanging from the branches; casting shadows over the clearing.

What's this now, hm?

Harry stopped, snapping to attention as a sweet voice washed over him. He shivered, rubbing at his arms as his eyes darted about in a nervous manner. The voice while soft and sweet; clearly belonged to a male. Harry was rather nervous, as it felt like he was being watched by someone, or rather...something. Whatever it was, it felt old; old and powerful. And yet, the presence felt strangely familiar to him.

It's been a long time since we've had company.

Something warm and smooth was suddenly curling around his ankles, and Harry looked down sharply; only to squeak at the sight. Thick, dark green vines were rapidly curling around, and were surprisingly strong. He tried to pull away, only for the vines to tighten their hold. He was pale as more vines lashed out from the shadows; curling gently around his waist.

Just then, a hand cupped his chin; forcing him to look up.

Oh...

Harry found himself staring at the face of a rather handsome man, who was somewhere in his twenties; only, this man wasn't entirely...normal, to say the least. The man's soft, delicate features hinted at old blood, a tall yet lithe frame, and eerie dark green orbs. Harry's gaze traveled further, before his face broke out into a violent blush; and he had to look elsewhere. Not only was the man nude, but his skin was a noticeable shade of green.

Who are you, little one?

Cheeks still stained a deep red, Harry felt his heart race. "H-Harry," He stammered, leaning in as the man hummed softly, caressing his cheek; those solid orbs staring into his. "M-My name is Harry." Harry jerked back; his green eyes widening when the man suddenly kissed him.

The kiss was soft and sweet; tasting of apples, it was…nice. Harry shivered, his mouth dropping slightly; granting the man full access. A sweet moan escaped as Harry yielded to the stronger male. His body began to feel heavy as a heat pooled in his belly. The man pulled back, pleased to see a visible yellow film over the little boy’s green eyes. Such a plain name for someone as beautiful as this child.

Rose is a much lovelier name.
Wouldn't you agree, my little Rose?

Harry groaned, shaking his head; his vision flickering ominously. His head was throbbing to the point where he could barely think. And that scent...the sweet aroma of tiger lilies blooming around him. Harry swayed slightly, and for a moment, his vision went black and before he could collapse; the man easily caught him, wrapping strong arms around the slender, frail form.

Breathing heavily, Harry unconsciously leaned into the gentle hold; feeling a bit faint as his body continued to burn from a strange heat. Despite his situation, he felt safe with this man; safer than he had ever before in his young life. The man hummed softly, running a clawed hand through Harry’s thick locks; and Harry winced as something sharp nicked tender flesh. Wait, Harry whimpered as his head throbbed again, what was he worried about again...?

He couldn't remember.

"Y-Yes..." Harry whispered, looking up with wide, glassy eyes. He didn't see as the man cast a casual look back toward the manor, nor did he see the dark gleam to the man’s eyes. However, what Harry did know, was the man suddenly lifted him up; cradling him as he cooed softly. Harry squeaked, arms instinctively wrapping around the man as he buried his head into the man's chest.

Let's take this where it's more private.
Shall we my little Rose?

Harry gave a cute squeak, his face a bright red. The man chuckled, nuzzling the embarrassed boy as he strode in even deeper into the deadly swamp. There was a special place in the heart of the ancient land; and soon, he could claim this beautiful boy as his own.

.-.-.-.

Hmm...

Harry was drifting in and out, the man's soft humming was luring him into a state of sleepiness. He sighed, soft, dark whispers were caressing his mind; wordless tunes that were quite soothing, settling deep within his very soul. After awhile, the man came to a halt, allowing Harry to get a good look at their new surroundings.

Oh...?

He was curious to see that, unlike the previous clearing which had been rather spacious; this one was full of life. Thick walls of ivy hung from the gnarled branches; thus surrounding them like an endless green curtain. Harry soon spotted thin vines criss-crossing among the ivy, sporting little blue and purple flowers. There was even a bed of thick, soft moss in the center.

Welcome home.

...home?

Harry looked up at the man, blinking owlishly. His mind was slowly, but surely, sinking into a warm fog; so he was unable to comprehend the man’s ominous words. He leaned in as the man tightened his hold, slowly making his way over to the moss; before gently lowering the now overheated child onto the soft, cool moss. Harry shivered, as the moss felt good against his heated flesh. The man loomed over him, his smile widening at the sight of Harry's hazy eyes.

Cute.

A beautiful rose deserves only the best.
Wouldn't you agree, my beautiful child?

Harry arched as the man lightly ran a clawed nail down his stomach, caressing his cheek as he cooed softly. A pleasant tingle went down his spine, sending little shivers through his quivering body. Harry was embarrassed as his pants began to tighten; his top clinging to him as he panted. He hadn’t quite felt sensations like this before, and he longed for those sensual touches.

"Y-Yes..." Harry gasped as the man nuzzled his throat, placing soft, breathy kisses against his tender flesh. The scent of tiger lilies teased him, accompanied by the soft whispers and the loving embrace of the man; Harry could only focus on those solid green orbs. He was so lost in that hazy sea that Harry failed to note the danger that he was truly in. As the man's hand slyly reached down, Harry never once noticed the smooth vines snaking along the ground; their target...?

None other than the unsuspecting boy himself.

His eyes alit with pleasure, the man purred as he undid his beauty's pants; gently tugging the useless garment (he had already removed Rose's shoes), until his Rose was free. Within moments, Harry was laid out on the moss, deprived of not only his boots, but his pants and soon-to-be, his underwear. The man grinned as he saw just how much Rose was accepting of his touch. Harry shivered as the cool evening breeze, brushed against his heated flesh. He flushed deeply as he realized that his cock was standing at attention; dripping with need. Harry's embarrassment only grew as a moist warmth was building up behind his aching shaft. He suddenly let out a sweet moan, eyes fluttering as the man inserted a clawed digit into that delectable wet heat. The man's eyes darkened as his Rose gasped and moaned, quivering under his gentle movements.

Enjoying yourself, are we, my dear?

The man's smooth voice washed over Harry, hissing as it caressed his mind. A soft laugh escaped the man as Harry squirmed beneath him; his slender and smooth legs trembling in such an inviting way, that was pleasing to the eye. Harry panted as he looked up with dark lustful eyes, his body surging with heat; his nipples becoming perky as he was mercilessly teased.

Rose...?
Do you wish to be mine?

The vines began to curl around Harry's legs as the man stilled; his eyes bearing down into Harry's darkened, lustful eyes. Harry was lost in his own thoughts as he pondered the man's curious question. He blinked owlishly as he found the man's face merely inches from him and gasped; arching as the man captured his lips once more. The kiss, while sweet, had a faint sense of possessiveness. Something seemed to wash over Harry and he shuddered as the man slowly, reluctantly pulled back; a thin strand of green substance, connecting between them.

I'll always love you, my Rose.
You will never be alone again...

Will you stay with me...?

Harry's hazy eyes fluttered, looking up to meet the man's darkened eyes. "M-Master..." He breathed, the sweet nectar poisoning his already rattled senses. Harry lifted a hand to his new Master, smiling serenely. "Rose will...stay with Master..." He whispered as the man smiled, purring as he nuzzled his Rose lovingly; pressing sweet kisses to Rose's throat. The man inwardly grinned with glee as the woods and swamp flared to life; the darkness surging as Harry/Rose breathed out their promise. That little promise was all that was needed, to bind their little Rose to their essence. Small, dark buds began to sprout around the lustful child; and at the same time, an unusually large green pod like bud started to sprout from one of the nearby trees.

Harry/Rose gasped as smooth, silky vines curled around his wrists and ankles, and he looked on; still in a daze. To his curiosity, he saw the little buds that had sprouted around him; including one by his head and the other between his now spread legs. Harry/Rose watched, his hazy eyes blinking owlishly as each bud slowly opened; revealing a semi-thin vine. This new vine sported a strange slit in the tip, dripping with a poisonous green liquid.

Oh...oh.

The one by his head, reached out; running lightly over his swollen lips. Harry obediently opened his mouth, allowing the vine to slither down; burying itself deep down his throat. Then, Harry gave a muffled groan as something incredibly warm snaked its way into his slick passage. He shuddered as both vines buried themselves deep in his quivering body; secreting a sweet substance, that he happily swallowed. Harry/Rose felt Master running his clawed hand through his thick curls, and he relaxed; content with the knowledge that he would be safe. Master was so good to him, and Harry knew that he had made the right choice. After all, it wasn't like anyone would miss him.

My little Rose.
Soon, you’ll be all mine.

Master reached down and easily removed his Rose's top; leaving his beauty exposed and helpless. Harry shivered, his eyes fully glazing over as Master leaned in and gently suckled on a sensitive nipple; his tongue curling around the teat as he nursed. Harry whimpered as Master kneaded his chest; caressing and rubbing the highly sensitive flesh, tweaking his perky nipple. Those dark green orbs drank in the sight of his Rose accepting the sweet nectar of his soul.

As the last of Harry/Rose's veins turned a poisonous green, the vines slowly withdrew. Harry laid there, panting heavily as he stared up with a hollowed gaze; his lips swollen, nipples sensitive and his cock continued to ache with need. "M-Master..." Harry breathed. "Rose wants...Master..." He whimpered as his body continued to surge with heat. Harry buried his head into Master's chest as he was gently lifted up.

Don't worry, my love.
You'll be one of us.

Master nuzzled him as he strode over to the now, much larger pod; which stood at an even height of five feet, and it was just as thick. The pod appeared to be attached to the tree; thicken veins having attached themselves to the youthful bark. There was a large, gaping hole; just big enough for a single person. Harry blinked sleepily; a bit confused but his confusion dispersed as Master carefully, gently put him into the opened pod, silky vines curling around his arms. "M-Master...?" Harry whispered, relaxed as Master caressed his cheek.

Just relax, Rose.

I promise, that when you wake, you'll be much happier.

Before Harry could say a word, his Master disappeared into the swamp; leaving the poor boy alone once more. His confusion and fear suddenly dispersed as something thick and hot slithered into his slick passage; which was followed by a gentle pressure and moist warmth wrapping around his cock. Harry groaned, his head hung limp as his eyes rolled back.

Then, a thick vine lowered itself, running lightly over his lips; before it, too, was slipping past as it buried itself deep down his throat. Moments later, a pair of thin vines clamped down wetly over his nose; shimmering green mists flickered ominously as Harry breathed deeply. This felt too good, and he could feel his body shutting down as the fog lulled him away. As Harry fell into a deep sleep, a curious thought came to him. Master was right. His new life would begin, and he was content to remain with Master. He gave a soft sigh, falling into a deep sleep; longing for the days when he would be loved and forever cherished by his Master. Harry - no - Rose, smiled to themself.

GAME OVER

Chapter 6: Game Over Results

Game Over: Red Team

The darkness was churning with excitement, coiling about as the heart continued to pulse. As the source of evil that lived in the very land; the darkness alone controlled what happened, which made the process all the more easier. It watched with hunger as their precious child slept within its essence; the once pure soul became more and more corrupt. Soon, their baby would be reborn; a perfect creature born of pure lust and loyalty.

Another pulse.

The darkness stilled, eager as the heart quivered; before the slit slowly formed as a small hand reached out. There was a muffled groan, and the owner slowly pulled themselves out, stumbling as the darkness gently set them down. Oh, looking their child over, the darkness was pleased with the sight. Their little one was now truly perfect; and they were all theirs.

The one, once known as Harry, had knelt down; panting softly as they got used to their new body. They stood at a smaller height of four foot five, slender and curvy with noticeably pale gray skin. Silky, inky blue-black curls framed their sweet, heart-shaped face, a cute little dark nose that twitched (whiskers wrinkling cutely), full pouty lips that were partially opened; letting a tiny black tongue to dart out, before looking up as they slowly got to their feet, their hungry hollow eyes meeting Papa. Their frame was curvy in all the right places, smooth legs, perfectly plump breasts, and their aching cock dripped with need. "Papa..." They breathed, lifting a hand to the mass; revealing that their nails were longer, more clawlike. A sleek, black tail swished behind them as their catlike ears flicked. The darkness chuckled, caressing their baby’s cheek; pleased when the child leaned in with a sigh.

And how does my baby feel?

Their child smiled, purring as they were nuzzled. "Feels amazing, Papa," They whispered, giggling as a tentacle ran lightly down their toned stomach. Curiously enough, they watched as Papa took on a more humanoid form; looking like a much older version of their current appearance (minus the cat features). They flushed as Papa drew them into a hug, wrapping his arms around their slender waist. A soft moan escaped them as Papa lifted their chin, capturing their lips in a soft, sweet kiss.

My perfect, little kitten.

Pleased with the new name, Kitten leaned in as Papa spun them around; nuzzling their throat. Kitten blushed cutely as they felt Papa's aching cock rubbing against their wet hole, and shivered as Papa entered them with a hiss. "P-Papa," Kitten moaned as Papa's arms tightened around them, unconsciously wrapping their tight, wet heat around Papa’s cock, forcing the organ in even deeper.

My beautiful, beautiful child...

Kitten quivered as Papa breathed in their ear, enjoying how Papa was riding them. Oh, they mewled as Papa struck a sweet nerve deep inside, sending a surge of lust coursing through them. Kitten whimpered as their cock ached with need; longing for Papa. They shivered as Papa reached down and was caressing and rubbing the heated flesh. Papa chuckled as his tentacles ran over their child; sending Kitten further into the bowels of lust. "P-Papa..." Kitten moaned. "Please..." A hunger was beginning to take root, and Papa was teasing them as he continued to strike that sweet spot over and over. "Papa...I'm so hungry..." Kitten gasped as one of Papa’s tentacles suddenly slithered into their mouth; throbbing as it buried deep deep down their throat. Kitten hummed as a thick fluid began to flow; and they eagerly swallowed.

Why don't we have some fun?

Kitten moaned as the tentacle finally withdrew; a vicious black fluid dripped from their tantalizing lips as Papa suddenly stilled. The darkness growled as it spilled its tainted essence in its child; pleased as Kitten clamped down, their body shivering as they felt Papa's hot seed flowing through them, Kitten's belly swelled slightly. Kitten purred as Papa cradled them, looking up with hungry eyes. "Can I keep Dragon Papa?" They pleaded, understanding that it was time to punish the intruders.

Papa chuckled, kissing their baby.

You may, my child.
Dragon would make a good pet.

Kitten smiled, hugging Papa as their tail waved happily. While their memories of before was shattered, they could vaguely remember Dragon, and had been fascinated by Dragon's eyes. And Papa promised that Dragon could stay with them! As for the others...? Well, Papa knew how to handle them. Kitten purred as they were lowered; Papa running his hand through his curls. The darkness chuckled as their baby purred, kneeling as they looked up with lustful eyes. Kitten unconsciously began to rub their swollen belly, the other reaching and caressing their breasts. Kitten moaned as their cock continued to ache with need as Papa looked them over with a darkened, lustful gaze. They sighed as a thick, hot tentacle slithered into their hole; content. Kitten slowly drifted off, eager for when Papa returned with Dragon and the intruders.

Then the fun can really begin.

(...)

"Where is he?" Ginny growled, silently cursing as whatever was keeping them locked in place; had yet to disperse. "It's almost midnight," Blaise groaned, feeling uneasy, squirming as he strained to look at the watch that Ginny sported on her wrist. "The house couldn't have cursed him already," Draco murmured as he looked at the other two; from the corner of his eye as the two blanched. "That better not have happened," Ginny said with a wince. "His parents will fucking kill us if anything happened," She continued. It was a shame though, that no one was aware of what the Potter's were like. So, Ginny had been wrong to assume that someone would miss the poor guy.

"Not quite."
...huh?

The trio were surprised to see a gorgeous man standing there; only...something was off. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had gray skin. Or...perhaps it was due to him being completely and utterly nude? Ginny felt her face heat up and wished that she could move, or at least, have the ability to close her eyes. What? She didn't even have a boyfriend yet!

"I should be thanking you, really," The man mused, his empty dark eyes looking them over with indifference. "W-Why?" Blaise swallowed thickly, a chill going down his spine. Something about the man seemed familiar, and he was trying to recall just why. The man smiled, a smile that spoke of malice; his empty eyes belied a cruel soul. "Because of you," The man murmured as he tilted his head. "I have my child."

Wait - what?

The man shook his head. "And it's only because of that, that I won't kill you." The trio froze, their eyes widening in horror. "I don't tolerate intruders," The man's voice turned sharp as he shot them murderous looks. "You're lucky that the curse was weakened," He snapped back as realization dawned on Blaise, who could only swallow thickly as his eyes reflected his fear. "Y-You're the source behind those stories..." He squeaked with wide eyes as the man bowed. "I've been apart of this land for thousands of years," The man said calmly as he straightened himself up. "And when Archbolt built his manor upon my lands, well," He smirked, his eyes glittering as he looked the terrified kids over. "Let's just say that I showed my displeasure."

The stories...no one had ever figured out why the Archbolt patriarch went insane and murdered most of his family. Nor, had anyone figured out the whereabouts of the man; as he had vanished into thin air. The desperate need for knowledge, as this had always burned him; Draco spoke in a shaky voice. "W-Whatever happened to the Archbolt patriarch...?"

The man smiled.

"Why, he's here of course," He said lightly, placing a hand over his heart. "I was quite fascinated by him," He continued with a cruel smile. "It didn't take much to convince him to become apart of my family." He cocked his head, finally making his decision. "And now, it's your turn." The trio were panicking as the man raised a hand, they really didn’t want to find out what the man had planned for them.

"Nighty night."

With a snap of the fingers, all three felt a wave of sleepiness strike. Their bodies grew heavy and they drifted off into a deep sleep. The seal finally released them, sending all three kids to the floor; their cursed forms melting as they collapsed. A thick, black liquid pooled underneath them, slowly drawing them in; and the man disappeared with a cackle.

.-.-.-.

Kitten looked up with a sleepy gaze, and smiled as Papa returned. "Is it done, Papa?" They asked curiously as Papa knelt down and took the sleepy child into his arms. Papa chuckled, cradling his baby as he nuzzled the child's throat. "Of course it is, kitten," He teased, drawing his tongue along Kitten’s throat. Kitten moaned; tilting their head to the side. "You're present should be here, right about..." Papa looked up with a grin as the now human Draco, slowly rose up from the slick floor.

"Now."

Curious, Kitten followed Papa's gaze, before their eyes lit up with joy at the sight. There, laying just a mere foot away, was Dragon. Dragon's cursed form was gone, leaving him human once more; and bare to the world. Kitten licked their lips, empty eyes taking in that creamy skin and elegant features. They were glad that Dragon's cursed form was gone, but Dragon wouldn't have to worry about that for long.

"You'll make Dragon feel better," Kitten questioned, turning their head to look up at him with wide, hungry eyes. "Right Papa?" Papa chuckled, cupping their chin as he captured their lips in another soft, sweet kiss. Kitten mewled, leaning into Papa, wrapping their arms around the man's chest; practically melting in their father's lap. The darkness purred as their child sank further into their essence; Kitten's soul sang with corruption.

How purr-fect ~

Kitten was panting as Papa finally broke the kiss; their eyes dark with their ever growing lust. They shivered as they felt Papa's aching cock rubbing against their buttocks; before moaning as Papa slid into their slick, wet passage. "P-Papa..." They breathed as Papa wrapped his arms around their slender waist; Papa nuzzling them as he cooed softly.

"Don't worry baby," Papa cooed as his eyes glowed; looking at the pale blond over with a cruel smile. "Dragon will be a part of our family soon enough." Kitten sighed, mewling softly as Papa struck that sweet spot; sending a surge of heat and lust through them. Despite his child's gasps, and breathy moans, the darkness could hear Draco stir; a low, pained groan leaving the blond's lips.

Show time ~

Draco's head throbbed as he slowly came around, his body felt oddly heavy. As he drifted between dreams and reality, something tugged away at his senses. There was the faint sensation of unease, and his instincts were sluggish; something whispering in his mind, urging him to get up. A sweet scent of honey and milk reached his nose; slowly, but surely, arousing him from his sleep. Wait...something wasn't right...where...

...where am I...?

Draco groaned softly, turning his head from side to side as the last strands of sleep dispersed. But oh man, did his head hurt like you wouldn't believe. It felt like someone was taking a jackhammer and a bloody sword; stabbing him repeatedly in the same place! When Draco tried to open his eyes, he winced as a sharp pain shot through them; causing him to close them quickly.

...huh?

He stilled, somehow managing to keep himself perfectly still; faint noises reaching his now sensitive ears. Was he hearing things now, or was this still apart of the dream world...? Draco could have sworn that he was hearing the faint, breathy cries and moans of someone getting it on; as if it was happening so very near. He heard the soft, dark chuckle as something cold and wet began to wrap around his legs.

"You can wake now, Dragon."

Busted.

Draco's eyes snapped open, the pain quickly receding as the dark voice of the man washed over him. He felt himself being forced into a sitting position, something thick and wet curling around his limbs; keeping him pinned in place. When he was able to focus, Draco was stunned by what he saw, that was just a mere foot away from his bound form. The blond was shaking, eyes wide; unable to look away. There was no way that this was even possible! He was dreaming still...

...wasn't he?

There, watching him with amused eyes, was the dark man; a beautiful figure was sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around them. It was as if they were carved from pure gray stone with shiny black wrapping around their chest, curvy hips, and around their smooth arms and legs. Their catlike ears twitched, while their tail swished lazily; eyes closed as they panted softly. Their nipples were perky, dripping with a pale blue fluid; their cock was swollen and dripping with need, revealing that the soft moans, that Draco had heard, was coming from them.

"Like what you see, hm Dragon?" The man teased as the beauty's impossibly dark eyes opened; meeting Draco's stunned gaze, before smiling sweetly. "Hello Dragon," They cooed as Draco swallowed thickly. The man said something about Harry being his child. Was it...was it possible that this creature was...was Harry?!

"I don't blame you," The man mocked as he nuzzled his baby. "Kitten is quite irresistible," He growled as Kitten blushed cutely, tilting their head to the side; exposing their sensitive flesh. "W-what did you do to him?" Draco demanded shakily, unable to tear his eyes away from the beauty; there was no doubt about it, this creature was Harry. But, what had happened after the game had started? Was it the curse that corrupted Harry into this sensual being? Or..

...was it something else?

"Kitten is officially my child," The man said simply. "My baby, mine to love," The man's voice turned cold, possessive really. "Mine to cherish." His dark orbs locked onto Draco, and he gave a cruel smile. "But, we could always use another," He said lightly as a chill went down Draco's spine. "A-Another?" He squeaked, cheeks instinctively flushing as Kitten looked him over with a hungry gaze.

"You'll see."

Kitten smiled as Papa nudged them forward; and the sensual being slowly crawled off and towards the blond. Kitten licked their lips, feeling their hunger growing as they looked at the handsome blond over. Papa was giving them the chance of bringing Dragon into their little family, and they liked what they saw. Papa's scent was all over, and Kitten could see that Dragon was weakening under the heavenly aroma. "It's alright Dragon," Kitten purred as they nuzzled Draco. "Papa will take good care of us," The promised as Papa's tentacles continued to wrap around the nervous blond. "P-Please let me go," Draco whimpered as Kitten ran a clawed nail down his toned stomach. Kitten tilted their head, confused. "Why would I let you go?" They asked curiously. "We're home, after all," They pouted, before smiling as Draco shivered.

Papa decided to help them out, and carefully guided Dragon into a standing position; but his arms were bound behind him, and his legs were carefully spread apart. Kitten purred, and leaned in, before taking Dragon completely into their mouth. Dragon gasped, his eyes glazing over as Kitten eagerly took his whole length into their mouth.

Bloody hell.

Draco couldn't believe what was happening now. He was bound helplessly to the wall; thick black slime was keeping him perfectly still, his legs forcibly spread apart. Draco could hear the man's dark chuckles as Kitten licked and suckled on his cock; which had been growing steadily harder as the sweet aroma of honey and milk bloomed around him. Papa looked the two over, humming softly. He was pleased as a thicker tendril of darkness slithered from the floor as it curled around the aroused blond. And the sounds the blond made as it swiftly entered him...? It was pleasing to the ears, and he saw Kitten purr; their clawed hands on Dragon's hips as they continued to drink from the helpless blond.

Ooh...

Kitten moaned, a shiver of delight went down their spine as they felt Papa enter them from behind, his hands firmly on their hips. What was...oh. Papa was ensuring that Kitten and Dragon became one with him; showing just how good and nurturing Papa was. Kitten knew that they were blessed to have Papa, and soon, Dragon would be apart of their family; forever knowing Papa's love.

Draco shuddered as his body surged from an unknown heat; and he could feel something inside of him shift, as if snapping into place. The tendril that was buried deep in his body, was pulsing as Kitten continued to drink from him. It felt good, perhaps a little too good. Panting, Draco's eyes slowly opened, before something warm was running across his lips. Dazed, his mouth dropped open, allowing a thick, black tendril to slide down his throat. He would have gagged, but the sweetness of honeyed milk flooded his senses.

"Feeling better, my little Dragon?"

His vision flickered as a warm fog began to roll in, his body was pleasantly warm and for the first time that he could remember; Draco felt safe. His hazy eyes met the man's, and a faint feeling of familiarity struck him. He...he knew the man...didn't he? Draco's eyes traveled downward, and his heart raced as he saw Kitten still drinking from him; their lustful eyes remaining locked on his.

"You know who I am."
...don't you Dragon?

The man's features seemed to stand out against Draco's hazy mind, those dark words caressing his fading memories. The tentacles were still pumping, and Draco was becoming a quivering mess as those dark eyes stared into his. Draco couldn't think, couldn't move; all he could do was feel. After awhile, the tentacle withdrew from his mouth; a strand of vicious black fluid dripped from his gray-tinted lips.

"P-Papa..." Draco whimpered as Papa hummed, and Kitten purred in agreement. "Y-You're Papa..." Papa grinned as he withdrew from Kitten, who was content to sit by his feet, cupping the aroused boy's chin; forcing him to look up. "That's right, Dragon," He cooed as Draco leaned into the gentle touch. "You're my child, now." He allowed the bindings to come loose, and the blond stumbled; but not before he caught the dazed boy.

Shivering, Draco leaned into Papa; blinking owlishly. The process was beginning, and it had already left its mark on Draco. His once pale skin was now a familiar shade of gray, his glassy eyes were fully glazed over and dark from his ever growing lust, perky dark tinted nipples, and he was still aching with need. Papa looked from his hungry Kitten to the panting boy in his arms, and inwardly smiled.

Well, he already had a kitten...
...why not a puppy...?

"I have a gift for you two." Kitten perked up and calmly got to their feet as they wrapped their arms around Dragon; looking up at their father expectantly. "There's just one more thing you have to do," Papa purred as he cupped their chins. "Then, you're mine forever..." Kitten purred, their dark eyes glittering as Draco stared blankly. "What do Dragon and I have to do, Papa?" Kitten asked curiously, their ears twitching as their tail swished lazily.

Papa's attention was drawn to where the heart was, but this time; there were two new cocoons forming from the dark goo. Each cocoon was more than big enough to hold each child. Dragon blinked, his empty eyes turning to the cocoon and cocked his head cutely. "You understand, don't you Dragon?" Kitten looked to their playmate with curiosity, their eyes lighting up when Dragon nodded drowsily.

Oh...oh!

As Papa guided them over, the cocoons flared to life; inky tentacles curling around each cocoon. Some were thin, others were thick, and some even sported what looked like suction cups. The two didn't even hesitate as they reached out for a cocoon; only for a thick, slimy tentacle to wrap around their waist, thus, lifting them into the air and dangling over a cocoon. But, neither one was afraid; if anything, this felt right. A rather thick, tube-like tentacle slithered around their legs as it slowly snaked its way into their slick, wet passage. At the same time, thinner, smoother tentacles were curling around their slender forms; running lightly over their sensitive flesh, even coiling between their buttocks. Then, a pair of thin, black tendrils clamped down wetly on their noses; just as a thin tentacle (one that held a suction cup) latched onto their mouths, and a thinner tentacle buried itself down their throat.

Papa chuckled as the essence of darkness wrapped around his children; making sure to caress and coat as much of their souls as possible. Within moments, both had sank into their cocoons; the darkness fully enveloping them. He cackled as more tendrils grew over the cocoons. With both children carrying a piece of his soul, the transformation was sped up tremendously.

Only a matter of time...

(...)

With so much darkness wrapping around the cocoons; the air practically reeked of malice, the cocoons were rapidly turning hard. The Darkness quivered with delight, taking on their more humanoid form; pleased to see that the cocoons were ready to hatch at any moment. Soon, soon their family would be complete!

There came a loud crack, as one cocoon started to break; a small, pure black paw was clawing at the air. It was soon joined by another, followed by another crack, and a little black head poked out with a whine. Papa grinned as Kitten was the first to emerge from their cocoon; stumbling a bit as they began to readjust to their new form. Without warning, the second cocoon started to break with a softer crack, and soon, its occupant was out and on the floor; panting heavily. Papa looked his children over with hunger, pleased with the changes. Their gray skin had a darker tint to it, their eyes a solid black orb, their perky nipples had a little slit where a vicious black fluid was dripping from, curvy hips, cocks that ached with need, and the scent of their permanent heat was positively addicting.

Puppy was adorable with their slender, more feminine frame; perfectly plump breasts that were sensitive to the touch, the sharper pointed ears gave way to a higher breed, the sharper than normal nails and teeth, and a sleek semi-bushy tail. Puppy shook their head with a whine, looking around with a sleepy gaze; before meeting Papa's amused, dark eyes.

"And how do my babies feel right now?" He asked lightly. "We feel amazing, Papa," Kitten purred, as they curled lovingly around Puppy; who sighed and leaned into Kitten. "Feels...good Papa..." Puppy whispered as Kitten nuzzled their throat; lapping at the highly sensitive flesh, nipping softly as Puppy whimpered and whined. The two corrupted children were much smaller now, their sweeter appearance just made them all the more beautiful to the Darkness.

"Papa," Kitten whimpered as heat pooled in their belly. They could feel their cock dripping with need; their hole was expanding as it grew hot and wet. Kitten felt Puppy shiver, a familiar wetness dripping down their leg as they too, were slowly descending into a quivering mess. "Papa, we're so hungry..." Papa looked down, scenting their growing heat and smirked.

"Of course, you need to feed," He cooed as he knelt down. "And who am I to deny my babies?" Curiously enough, Papa picked them up into his strong arms, and carried them over to a section that they hadn't seen before. There, laying not too far from the heart, was a rather large bed; a bed made from the same shiny material that was the heart. He first laid Kitten down, and the moment Kitten’s back met the shiny blankets; there was a low hum as a thick black band bound itself around Kitten's ankles. Papa then laid Puppy out next to Kitten, but Puppy was kept on their knees, propped in such a way; that their swollen, wet hole was exposed to the cooler temperatures. Puppy whimpered, nervous as black bands bound themselves around their wrists and ankles.

"Papa?" Kitten whispered as Papa's soulless dark eyes bore down into theirs. For a moment, nothing happened, then Papa leaned down and captured Kitten's lips in a fierce kiss; startling the child, who moaned softly. After awhile, Papa pulled back, grinning as he revealed needle sharp teeth. "Don't worry Kitten," He breathed as he petted the child. "You and Puppy will be feeling much better soon enough."

...huh?

Groaning, Kitten laid back, their body continued to surge with heat; driving them mad with lust. They could hear Puppy whimpering softly, and from the corner of their eye, they saw Puppy's glassy eyes tearing up as they panted. They could tell that even Puppy, what with their teary eyes, were on the verge of madness from their heat. And oh, how both longed for Papa to finish what he started; taking them in such a way, claiming them as his children...

Ah...!

Kitten moaned as a slick, dripping tentacle was brushing against their wet hole; running lightly over the swollen, heated flesh. Kitten gasped, mewling as it slid into their quivering body; burying itself deep into that slick, wet passage. Soon, another tentacle was snaking its way down their lips, and nestled itself deep in their own throat. Kitten was licking and suckling on the gooey strand, their eyes glazing over as the tentacle that was buried inside of them, started to throb as it abruptly brushed against a certain sweet spot.

Puppy gasped, their eyes snapping open as a thick, dripping tentacle ran lightly over their wet hole; before it brutally slammed itself deep into Puppy's quivering body. Their whimpers was cut off by a gooey tentacle stuffing itself down their mouth; burying itself down their throat. Puppy's glassy eyes darkened and they were soon licking and suckling the gooey strand as the tentacle throbbed; moving in deeper. Unknown to both, each gooey strand was attached to the heart; and the heart was pumping more and more darkness into them. The area dimmed slightly as the temperatures rose, and both children whimpered and mewled; the tentacles continued to slither until they settled somewhere deep within; a place that had been carefully carved into their systems. This, this was what would bind them to the Darkness.

Kitten was left panting as the tentacle was suddenly pulled from their mouth, their lips tingled as they laid back. "Pa..." They gasped, reaching a little paw to Papa, who was by their side. "Papa..." They whimpered as their body suddenly felt…off. "Need…need Papa..." Kitten whined as Papa was suddenly leaning over them; wrapping his strong arms around their slender waist.

"And what does my Kitten want?" Papa teased, his husky voice sending delighted chills down the child's spine. "...inside..." Kitten mewled, arching into Papa's stronger form. "Want Papa...inside..." Papa smirked as he nuzzled Kitten's slender throat, pressing soft, breathy kisses against sensitive flesh. Papa chuckled softly, reaching down and captured Kitten's lips in a fierce kiss. Kitten moaned, leaning into Papa, as the man's tentacle-tongue darted in; eagerly mapping the child's mouth.

"You're truly mine now, baby," Papa cooed as he broke the kiss, a black strand of saliva still connected their lips. Kitten's glassy eyes stared up at him, and a soft mewl left the corrupted child. "Papa...want Papa..." Kitten mewled, laying back down as they spread their legs; the tentacle still nestled inside them. Papa chuckled, running a clawed hand over the tentacle, earning a sweet moan from his baby. Suddenly, the tentacle quivered, before it began to recede; receding into the needy child. Kitten gasped as they felt the gooey tentacle becoming apart of them. It was sinking into that little pouch; melting into their system, becoming one with the quivering child. A shimmering gray ring formed around Kitten's perky little hole; a bubbling icy blue liquid could be seen dripping.

Kitten was startled when they were easily picked up, and mewled as they felt themselves being lowered into Papa's lap; the man's thick cock easily sliding into their wet hole. Panting, Kitten whimpered and moaned as Papa buried himself deep into their slick, wet passage. "Papa..." Kitten mewled, their soft, willing walls wrapping tightly around the invading organ. Papa grinned at them, running a clawed hand down Kitten' shoulders; earning a shiver from their child. Kitten hissed as the skin bubbled, before a pair of gooey tentacles slithered from their shoulders; quivering in the air. Amazed, Kitten shakily reached for one, only to mewl as it sent a shiver of lust coursing through them. "Papa?" Kitten whispered, tilting their head as Papa chuckled. "My precious child," Papa hissed, his eyes glowing as he looked the corrupted child over with hunger.

"My little baby."
...and you're mine.

Kitten's eyes glazed over as the realization dawned on them. They were truly Papa's now, and nothing could break the bond over their soul. Kitten blinked owlishly, before smiling as they leaned in; nuzzling Papa with a soft purr. Now, what about Puppy...? Their eyes traveled over to their fellow sibling and noted the growing lust and smirked as Papa nudged them.

Purring, Kitten crawled off of Papa and reached for Puppy, just as the bands gave way; and Puppy fell into Kitten's warm hold. Puppy was panting, their body quivering and decidedly overheated. As Puppy collapsed, the tentacle that was still nestled in them, started to recede into that little pouch; slowly becoming apart of their very soul. "Hot..." Puppy whimpered, a strong urge was beginning to take root. "Need...need..." They moaned as Kitten's very own tentacles wrapped around them in a loving hug. "Need...inside..."

Papa chuckled as he ran a hand lightly down Kitten's spine. "You heard them, Kitten," He teased as Kitten purred. "Take Puppy for yourself," Papa hissed as Kitten's eyes darkened; their tentacles beginning to drip. "Make Puppy yours..." Puppy shivered at the dark order, but willingly submitted as Kitten gently pushed them down; their lustful eyes meeting one another.

"Don't worry Puppy," Kitten purred. "You'll be feeling better soon." Puppy arched as Kitten took a swollen nipple into their mouth, suckling gently. Kitten's tentacles were running lightly over their body, sending waves of delight and hunger coursing through them. "Kitten..." Puppy whimpered as their cock pressed up into Kitten's belly. "Please...need you..." Kitten giggled, seeing how hungry their sibling was and easily lowered themselves down onto Puppy's swollen cock. At the same time, one of their tentacles slipped into Puppy's wet hole.

Puppy gasped at the double sensation of being filled. Kitten purred as they felt Puppy’s cock burying itself in them, and having their tentacle inside of Puppy's belly; oh, it felt heavenly. Kitten felt their own hunger rise and they leaned down and nursed from their sibling once more. Puppy whined as Kitten nursed; licking and suckling the oversensitive teat, drinking the sweet, dark liquid.

Something was missing, though.

Papa was watching his children going at it with growing lust. How Kitten was riding Puppy, whose cock was buried deep in the little minx, how Kitten's own tentacle was buried deep in Puppy's own belly. But the sight wasn't enough, not for the Darkness. Papa grinned, his eyes dark as he licked his lips. Oh yes, he knew what was missing.

Kitten's eyes snapped open and a sweet moan escaped as their body shivered; something inside of them shifted. And curiously enough, they felt Papa's aching cock slipping in, right alongside Puppy. Kitten was breathing heavily, their eyes bearing down into Puppy's glassy, lustful ones as Papa's voice whispered in their minds.

MINE

Kitten moaned as Papa slammed into them; thrusting harshly, which caused them to slam down on Puppy. Puppy let out a soft whine, their ears flattening slightly as pleasure coursed through them. Papa rode Kitten into madness, sending wave after wave of sheer lust through the child; easily controlling Kitten's tentacles. Puppy's soft whines smoothed out with arousal, their body quivering as the tentacle pumped frantically through them. This went on for some time, and something inside the two children; snapped.

Cum

At the soft command, Kitten and Puppy's eyes snapped open, flashing red before it was gone. Both children let out a soft moan, Kitten falling limp as they draped nearly lifelessly next to Puppy's side; one arm draped over their sibling's chest. Their bodies instinctively locked into place, unconsciously clamping down as a burning liquid flooded their insides. And soon, their bellies began to swell; still pumping into each other. Kitten moaned as their belly continued to swell, their hard cock throbbing with excitement.

Their belly heavily swollen, Puppy's hazy eyes met Papa's and they smiled sleepily. Yawning, they drew their equally tired sibling into their arms, rubbing a small paw over that swollen belly; aching cock rubbing against Kitten; who too, was drifting into a sleepy state. Papa chuckled as his children snuggled with one another; the warm goo of the darkness gently wrapping around them.

My precious babies...

Papa bent down and kissed their foreheads; their souls now reeking of malice and darkness. The ritual was finally complete, and the Darkness was ecstatic with the birth of their new children. Beautiful children who were loving, and loyal only to itself. No more would a filthy human cross its threshold, it had everything that it could truly want. The Darkness began to recede, slowly going dormant; but not before wrapping its children further into its hold. As Puppy and Kitten fell asleep, they never once knew of the additions to one of the rooms upstairs. In a room that was once the home of a little girl, were two brand new China Dolls; a male and a female. The female doll had deep red hair and was dressed in an old Victorian gown. While the male doll had curly dark hair and a tan complexion, but wore an interesting outfit that was made entirely of a shiny material; and quite revealing at that.

Not even Blaise and Ginny escaped their fates...

END RED TEAM

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Game Over: Blue Team

To be honest, time had no meaning here.

With the darkness churning beneath the tainted, bloodstained lands; time had all but ceased. Some time later, the humanoid form of the swamp, slowly began to take shape; eager to see their little Rose. The essence didn't have to worry about the other intruders; for they could sense the three's location. Their fates, while ironic, was delicious.

The seemingly loyal redhead male, was currently enjoying his time with the vicious werewolf that lurked in the darkest parts of the manor's basement. A soft snicker escaped the entity as they sensed the wolf claim the male in such a way, that Ronald Weasley wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Oh, what’s this? Hm, the redhead was easily submitting to the powerful alpha that it wouldn't be long before the wolf had a new pup. The lone girl, well, it appeared that one of the few bat demons that had taken root in the cemetery, had taken a rather strong liking to her. They tilted their head, ears twitching; before smiling. They could hear the sweet moans and muffled whines the girl was emitting as the bat demon rode her into madness. Interesting that she was giving in so quickly. Guess her little boyfriend wasn’t enough to satisfy her needs; it was only a matter of time before she gave into the temptations of the lustful bats.

The last boy, a chubby sweet natured soul, had stumbled onto something that the spirit had been surprised by. Who knew that there was a Dryad hybrid lurking about...? The hybrid was playful and teasing, having seen the nature of Neville Longbottom's soul. Neville would never truly be happy with the humans; and was determined to bring him into their world of lust and darkness. With the intruders being taken care of, the soul of the swamp knew that there was nothing standing in their way. Their beautiful Rose was waiting for them. Grinning, they licked their lips and easily disappeared into the swamp; determined to claim their beauty once and for all.

(...)

Ah.
There you are.

The humanoid spirit reappeared in the clearing, their darkened green orbs hungrily looked upon the scene. Just as they had envisioned, Rose had only grown more beautiful; the darkness had sunk in; corrupting them to perfection. And oh, they could smell an enticing scent of soft petal roses and tiger lilies; the sweetness coming from their sleeping love. This was a good sign, Rose was entering a permanent heat; their own lust surging to the forefront.

Hair, once black as night, had turned a bloody red with purplish-blue tips, pale skin had taken on a noticeable green tint as their nipples turned a rather dark greenish-black. Thin, leafy vines curled around slender arms and around their sculpted, curvy chest. The pod, had fully merged with Rose; the green flesh of the plant having melted into those smooth legs. There was now a rather noticeable dark slit in the former pod, a pale green fluid dripping from the now swollen slit.

A soft moan.

Slowly, Rose's eyes opened, revealing solid, yet beautiful hazy and dark green orbs. They blinked sleepily, before their gaze locked on the dark entity, and smiled shyly; cheeks turning a darker green as they looked away. The dark soul smirked, the sweet scent growing stronger, and was pleased to see the poisonous green liquid dripping from Rose's nipples and how their slick, wet hole throbbed with need.

"My little Rose," The dark spirit whispered, taking a step forward; his dark, lusty eyes glowing as he looked his beauty over with hunger. Rose flushed, brushing a blood red strand back. "M-Master?" Their voice was soft and sweet, yet there was a low huskiness to their voice. Silently, the dark entity approached the beautiful, yet confused seedling; before leaning in, and capturing Rose's black lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Rose’s eyes widen, and instinctively, opened their mouth; allowing the entity's thick tube-vine tongue to dart in. Rose whimpered, leaning into the gentle, loving embrace; enjoying how Master was gentle, yet possessive.

My beautiful, beautiful Rose...
...now, we become one...

Rose shuddered as Master embraced them; wrapping strong arms around their curvy frame; a soft moan escaped as they felt Master's aching cock slowly sliding into their slick, wet passage. Hmm, it felt nice having Master buried deep inside their quivering body. Once again, Master captured their lips in a fierce kiss; but something...was different.

The temperatures were increasing as a sweet scented, warm fog rolled into the clearing. If it was even possible, the clearing turned dimmer as the trees quivered. Vines and ivy shook as they crept along the grounds; caressing the two as Rose felt increasingly hotter and hotter. Rose whimpered and moaned, leaning into Master, whose gentle thrusts was sending little shivers of absolute delight through their form.

Funny.

Besides being dangerously overheated, Rose felt a little bit off. If anything, their breasts felt heavier, plumper somehow. Oh, Master suddenly stilled; his cock deeply buried, before beginning to swell. Rose mewled as Master's cock knotted within them, before a burning liquid was splashing their insides. Their eyes snapped open, revealing solid pitch black orbs; a low moan having escaped as they realized that Master was sinking into their now paralyzed body.

You are ours, precious one.

More and more vines were curling around Rose as Master continued to sink into them; becoming one with the lustful hybrid. They couldn't think, couldn't see, all they could do was feel. They could feel everything happening on the land, and even up in the mansion.

Ours to love, to cherish.
To forever worship...

As this was happening, they felt the last of Ronald's humanity vanish as the new wolf took over his soul. Hermione cried out in pleasure as the bat demon came inside of her; causing her belly to swell as her arms finally finished turning into large bat wings. And Neville sighed with relief as the vines sunk into him; drawing his very soul into the corrupted tree.

You are us, as we are you.

Rose fell limp as Master came, his cock flooding their belly as it began to swell; and Master nuzzled Rose lovingly. He was nearly there; just a bit longer and the two would be one. Master felt Rose's body continued to change; the pod was shrinking into that sinful body, breaking apart into a pair of gorgeous, smooth legs. To forever be in lust, eager to please and serve the darkness.

Welcome home, Rose...

When Rose was finally able to focus, their skin had turned a darker shade of green; their sclera a permanent black tint as their irises had turned a milky green. Perfectly plump breasts bounced playfully as Rose slowly stood up; a bright green fluid dripped from their puffy nipples. There was a dark green bulge, just throbbing above their slick, wet passage. There was a shiver, before a thick, dark green cock slid out; pulsing with need as a similar green fluid dripped. Rose looked down at their new form with curiosity. Feeling the heat coursing through them, Rose looked back to the mansion; towards the cemetery and smiled. They could feel the wild calls of the land, reaching out; the dark whispers caressing their minds.

Come...come find us...

Rose shivered, licking their lips as faint images flickered in their mind. The dark ones of the manor were eager to greet the new arrival; and Rose could feel just how hungry they were. Heat surging, Rose slowly turned towards the manor and began to make their way home. It was time to meet the family, and they couldn't wait. A warmth wrapped around them, and looking down, Rose couldn't help but laugh as soft leaves and ivy slowly wrapped around their chest and groin; forming an eerie looking tube top and skirt. Hmm, now things were looking up.

I'm finally home.