Harry Potter, Sovereign - Chapter 2

After hearing their master/summoner scream with his hand raised, the 6 women felt the dreadful aura being lifted, warmth, love and protectiveness replacing it. They felt like the light of the spell embraced them. They saw the glowing white stag barrel into the dark creatures, blasting them away and making them flee while screeching in pain. After checking the area, and seemingly satisfied, the white apparition vanished.

It was at that moment that their gazes fell over Harry again. They wanted to rush to him, but they couldn’t crowd him. They formed a circle around Harry, and his nearby cousin. One of them, with long purple hairs and red eyes, a purple dress with a long slit exposing her pantyhose clad legs, and holding a long wand, stepped forward.

“It looks like we have all been called by the same person, so there is no need for hostility among us. I have been summoned as a servant under the caster class. You may call me caster for the time being. While not my area of expertise, I can cast diagnostic and minot healing spells. Let me check on the master.”

The other women looked at each others, and several of them nodded. So the one who voluntured got next to Harry and helped him lie on his back for a bit. His heavy breathing was already returning to normal, but he still felt drained. She raised her wand above his c.h.e.s.t and spoke a few words in a language he though was some kind of ancient celtic, and touched his c.h.e.s.t.

“I’m fine… It’s just a case of mild magical exhaustion.”

“There is more than just magical exhaustion, master. But yes, you’re mostly alright. Still, I would like to take the time to make a more complete assess.e.m.e.nt once we reach your residence.”

“No, it won’t be good… My relatives hate me and anything to do with… magic… Shit!”

“What’s wrong?” asked one of the women.

“I used magic outside of school, in a non-magical neighborhood. The ministry of magic is going to know, and they will probably send some people later.”

“And how is that a bad thing?” asked a black haired woman with a peculiar rifle.

“The creatures that attacked me, the dementors, they are supposed to be under the control of the ministry. Furthermore, after what happened with me at the end of the school year, and what the minister did the past few years, they aren’t going to listen to me, and are more likely to just throw me in a dark cell. I can’t stay here. I have to go back to my relatives’ house to recover my belongings, and then go somewhere else” he explained that as he got up on his feet.

He looked at the women, paused for a bit. He got himself surrounded by beauties, and couldn’t help but be impressed and charmed. But one of them caught his attention more than the others and he frowned. To his eyes, she was an artificial being, something between a robot and a magic doll. He knew that they came from a different place than most people, but this appearance was just to improbable and eye-catching. In fact, he realised all of them would attract to much unwanted attention.

“I can” said the purple haired woman who checked him.

2 of the other women nodded as well. As they worked, Harry gave a few instructions so that they could blend in better in the mundane side of the world.

Then, he turned to the ball of fat that had been ignored since the beginning. Dudley had fainted, and was drolling on the ground. Harry kicked him in the leg, and tried to force him to stand.

“Get up, Dudley. You have to get home… GET UP!! Damned fat pig!”

“Is this really necessary?” asked a gorgeous asian woman with long black hair. She looked to be in her twenties, like all the others women.

“He’s my cousin, we live in the same house. And like his parents, he has been harrassing me since I was little. I have no love or sympathy for him… And he broke my wand…”

As he said the last thing, he left Dudley and kneeled in front of the ruined focci. He carefully gathered the pieces and put them in his pocket. As he did that, the apparent magic users of the group continued to cast glamours on all the girls and their weapons. As he stood up, he looked at the result and nodded.

“Good. We got to move.”

One of the girls dragged Dudley with them, while Harry was supported by another.

They quickly reached the house, and Harry motionned the rest of the girl to stay away while he got in with 2 girls and Dudley. The rest of the girls could hear Vernon and Petunia’s voices as they distanced themselves from the house. They looked at each others in worry, but stayed silent. They scattered a little as well, to not appear as one big group. A few minutes later, Harry and his 2 escorts left the house and rejoined the group. Noone of them looked happy, far from it.

“Come. I’m going to try and call a magical vehicle. It should appear in a loud bang so don’t be surprised. Before that though, can you put a glamour on me? Change both my hairs and eye colors, my face is rather well known in the magical world, and I’m not in a situation where it’s good for people to know where I am.”

The purple haired woman swiftly complied. Then Harry raised his wand arm and concentrated, as if it was his wand. He wasn’t sure it would work, but with a bang, the knight bus appeared, and they all got in. He warned them to hold on tight. For once, the trip in the knight bus was almost pleasant. After all, he was surrounded by beautifull women whose gorgeous bodies were pressed against him with each turn the bus took.