Chapter 40. Not Evil
Before lunch, Fleur and I leave the mirror world and return to the castle.
"I will look forward to the next date." Fleur kisses me as we reach the steps leading to the castle entrance. She frames my face within her soft, delicate hands and presses her lips on mine. It's supposed to be quick and chaste, a parting kiss. But instead of breaking it after a moment, she tilts her head and pushes her lips harder, closer, prying open my mouth to thrust her tongue in. Just like that, she starts snogging me.
I would've grabbed her arse and returned the kiss just as passionately if not for an embarrassed eep.
Our lips separate, and we glance at the mortified first-year, frozen mid-stride. The girl blushes and bolts back into the castle.
I reluctantly pull my arms away from Fleur. "We traumatised the poor girl."
She huffs and steals another kiss, a brief one this time. "I will see you later, non?"
"Absolutely."
Offering me one more kiss, she sashays away, putting an extra sway to her derrière, no doubt aware of my appreciative gaze.
How can she still arouse me after we literally fucked nonstop for hours? The moment we began the chasing game, we devolved into frenzied beasts, running and flying after one another to mount and rut. I don't even remember how many times we did it. We fucked on the grassy ground, we fucked in the windy sky, we even fucked on a tree. Surprisingly, I didn't have to rely on my [Orgasm Control] to keep up. A Veela pussy is just that… magical. I could pound away for days. And I don't know if that's really a hyperbole.
Shaking my head, I too enter the castle, the warmth of the walls and the distant murmur of the students welcoming me in.
Even though Fleur and I hit it off quickly, we didn't get much time to talk and discuss; we were too busy fucking. Still, the few moments we found to open our mouths not to moan or kiss, I told her how my wings are not natural like hers, how I wasn't born with them but acquired them somehow. She didn't seem to mind or care about any of my explanations, too engrossed in riding me. Honestly, Fleur Delacour is such an ideal partner. All she cares about is that I'm stronger than her and that she loves my cock, no explanations on how I got my powers needed. I know her curiosity will demand answers sooner or later, but she didn't seem hell-bent on knowing everything. That's good enough for now. Let's see if the rewards from her gacha points will be just as satisfactory.
Once I'm inside an abandoned classroom, I use the key to open the door to Evans Mansion. I walk into the ballroom, which has become the room where I do everything.
My clones are out and about. Not all of them are here, of course. The ones assigned physical or magical training are either in the dueling room or out of the mansion entirely, using the vast space the island boasts. The ones here are sitting or lounging in chairs and sofas, and even the floor, pouring into spell books to learn new spells or reread what we already know.
They all glance at me in sync and then shrug and go back to their tasks.
That's not eerie at all.
Out of 102 clones, 101 are male. I approach my sole female self—Heather.
As always, she's entirely naked, happily becoming the eye candy and distraction for the others. Her face brightens at the sight of me, and she pats the space beside her on a love sofa.
I plop down and lean back into the backrest, idly caressing her breast. "Today was productive. I got more points from Fleur. But the sly bird gave me a boner even as she went away. How about you take care of it, hmm?"
"I'm not just a cock sucking machine, you prat." She pouts but slides down on the floor anyway, looking up at me with wide green eyes and an amused grin.
I don't spare any more words, simply sighing as she grabs my junk and worships it.
While she's at it, I start rolling the gacha wheel. I have nine whole points to spend.
Item Obtained: [Strong Bow] (Rarity: Uncommon)
— A bow that conjures and fires powerful arrows. These arrows hit with twice the force of a normal one.
Not bad but not that useful either. I think I have an antique pistol as well that's enchanted to have unlimited ammunition. If I want to use a range weapon, I'd prefer that than a bow. Everyone knows a bullet is far faster than an arrow. What makes even that gun redundant is my multipurpose magic. Why would I rely on a gun or a bow when my magic offers such versatility?
Next.
Perk Obtained: [Soul Cairn] (Rarity: Legendary)
— Grants the user dominion over the souls of their loved ones. Upon their death, their souls become trapped in a bleak phantom realm called Soul Cairn. You may choose to release them or keep them imprisoned there.
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This is astounding. Even if my family and friends die, they won't be lost; I'll still have them in some form. I will control their afterlife. It's bittersweet, even cruel. But what truly excites me are the endless possibilities.
If the system can grant me authority over souls, then rolling resurrection shouldn't be impossible. One day, I might gain the power to bring them back. Until then, Soul Cairn is another layer of safety. A place to hold their souls until I unlock the ability to revive them.
Next.
Item Obtained: [100 metre copper wire] (Rarity: Common)
— It's a long 100 metre copper wire.
Only if I were an electrician in the muggle world.
Next.
Item Obtained: [Faulty Firecrackers] (Rarity: Trash)
— Faulty firecrackers. Few of these will work, most won't.
Lovely. Thank you, System. I couldn't have asked for something better.
Next.
Item Obtained: [Parsnip Seeds] (Rarity: Common)
— A sack of Parsnip seeds. They're guaranteed to grow if cared for properly.
Only if I were a farmer.
Next.
Skill Obtained: [Sleep On] (Rarity: Common)
— Grants the user the ability to sleep whenever they wish.
Only if I were an insomniac. Since I'm not, this isn't much of a use.
Perk Obtained: [Insta Kill] (Rarity: Trash)
— Allows the user freedom to kill themselves at any moment. If life becomes too difficult, you can end it instantly, chump. Your death will be painless.
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I don't even know what to say other than 'Never'.
Next.
Skill Obtained: [Greater Form] (Rarity: Uncommon)
— Grants the user the ability to transform into a beautiful cat.
Greater form indeed. Who doesn't want to turn into a cat? Though I might have preferred dragons or something, for no reason at all.
Now, for the last point.
Will it be another legendary, or a dud?
Item Obtained: [Evil-O-Meter] (Rarity: Uncommon)
— This is Evil-O-Meter. It shows how evil you are. 1 means you're past the good man scale, and 100 means you're the worst thing in the multiverse.
That's interesting. I wonder where I fall on this scale. I'm self aware enough to know it won't be 0. I have done immoral things, but rarely to innocent people. For starters, I killed Snape. I took advantage of Astoria when we first met—something I regret now. I was rougher and slightly cruel to Millicent when we had sex. I also practically enslaved the Greengrass couple after they insulted me, and I had Proserpina service me to show her their true place. I don't regret that, they deserved that treatment. I tortured Nathan Miller as well, but again, he deserved it for being a stalker. I slaughtered many Marines and CP agents in Ohara, but they had it coming as well. I also cursed the Slytherin students with an unending nightmare sleep, but again, they had it coming for trying to ruin my sister. Last but not least, I rained Justice on Voldemort, his Death Eaters, and Bellatrix Lestrange. The only possibly immoral thing was what I did to Bellatrix. I would not call it 'rape', but even if it were that, it was justified. A male rapist deserves to be torn apart from the inside. The same applies to the other gender. I did to Bellatrix what she'd have done to my Rose, and I was far gentler than she would've been.
These are all my 'crimes'. Of them, only Astoria and Millicent were undeserving. I'd rate my own evil around 10 to 15.
A steel bar materialises in my hand. There's a strip of screen at the top, displaying digital numbers. And at the bottom is a red button. I press on it, curious to see how 'evil' I am.
Your score is 51.
No way. That's too high. I'm not that bad, am I? That's basically inching towards unrepentantly evil.
I chuck the device back into my Vault, immeasurably annoyed.
"What happened?" Heather asks, holding my limp dick, her eyes furrowed.
"Am I evil?" I ask.
She giggles. "Of course not. Why would you even think that?"
I smile—relieved—and get comfortable on the sofa, the hardness returning to my cock as Heather starts stroking it.
I am not evil.
~xXxXx~
Daphne Greengrass
"Was Harry in the class today?" Astoria inquires as she exits her classroom and reaches them, the foremost among the trickling students.
Daphne and Tracey are waiting for her outside. It has become their new normal—always being together, escorting Astoria to and from her classes in case there's another attack. Thankfully, their timetables are complementary enough that it's viable.
"Not all our classes are with Gryffindors, but he wasn't present for the few we have in common," Tracey replies as they start towards their new quarters, away from the crowding hallway.
After the assault on them, Professor McGonagall moved them to private quarters. It was prudent to keep them away from the other Slytherins. If they could be attacked once, it could happen again.
"The prat," Astoria grumbles, nearly whining. "He skipped classes to go on a date with that French Veela. Here I am, giving him overt signals, practically throwing myself at him. And what does he do? He doesn't take me on a date even though he knows that's all I want."
Daphne tries not to roll her eyes. Her little sister's obsession with Harry has become well-known to everyone. She thinks it's a little pathetic, how desperate Astoria is.
Tracey voices what Daphne's thinking. "Maybe you should give it a rest, Tori," she says, smiling as she puts an arm around an irate Astoria. "You come off too desperate. He probably thinks he can have you whenever he wants. He doesn't see any reason to put effort into wooing you. As far as he's concerned, you're already his."
Exactly. That's what Daphne believes happened. Having an obsession with their saviour isn't a bad thing. But Astoria makes it too easy for Harry. That's not even the real problem. Choosing not to play hard to get is admirable, actually. But if that's her choice, then Tori should drag him into a broom closet and blow his mind. Instead, her little sister just sways with the wind, waiting for him to make the move, reactive rather than proactive, like some damsel.
Daphne herself is confused about how to deal with him. Harry is powerful—divine, even. He's also practically the lord of her house, commanding her parents to do whatever he wants.
On top of that, according to the contract, he'll take her mother for himself for a whole year. Daphne could just tag along with her mother and serve him during that time. It would be easier. Straightforward. He'd obviously end up sleeping with her too. Of course he would. Who could resist her beauty? And it's not like she'd mind. Harry is more than handsome enough to lie with her.
But that approach has a drawback. His opinion of her would be coloured by her association. If she served him alongside her mother, as his maid and pleasure slave, she'd become number two. A younger, less beautiful Proserpina Greengrass.
She doesn't want that. She wants to be more than what her mother will become. Unlike her mother, she hadn't insulted him; she hadn't earned his ire. Harry does not dislike her. He even likes her. It would be better to ingratiate herself to him as Daphne rather than Greengrass. But how? She can't fall as low as Astoria and desperately chase his attention. That's just not her. Besides, she doesn't want a romantic relationship. She doesn't love him—never will. There's awe, fear, reverence, and a healthy amount of lust. But she seeks no love from him. He is not her type. No one is.
It's this conundrum that keeps her away from him. Until she finishes planning her approach, she refuses to go near him. She'd rather be the one taking action than simply reacting when he eventually fucks her. Because she wouldn't be able to say no, not if he asks. And he will, sooner or later. Who can resist her beauty?
"I can't control myself when he is near. He becomes the centre of my world the moment I see him." Astoria breaks the silence, finally answering Tracey's proposition, her eyes overflowing with love.
Daphne sighs. The smitten fool. "Just fuck him then. Take him to a broom closet and hump him until he's a delirious mess."
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Astoria and Tracey stare at her like she's grown a second head.
"What? It's better than being indecisive and waiting for him to make a move." She shrugs, amused by their dumbfounded faces.
They reach their quarters before either can respond. A massive painting of the sun marks their entrance. Merely a few paces away, another painting—just as large—depicts the moon instead. That one leads to Harry and Rose's quarters.
Tracey doesn't know how glad the sisters are to be so close to him, for very different reasons, of course. Daphne appreciates the safety it brings. Astoria is ecstatic about the possibilities it offers to get closer to him.
"You think I should do it?"
Daphne turns around, raising her eyebrow as Astoria fidgets, her face glowing with an atomic blush.
"Yes," she reiterates.
Much to her shock, Astoria nods and marches towards the other door, knocking on it, her fists clenched at her sides, her face set in a stoic mask.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tracey snaps, hauling Astoria back. "Don't do what Daphne says. Would you really listen to her? That clueless recluse? She doesn't know anything."
Daphne narrows her eyes at her best friend. Just because she doesn't run her mouth at every face doesn't mean she's clueless.
"No, no," Astoria says, shaking her off. "She is right. I will drag Harry into a broom closet and hump him until he's satisfied. And boys like sex, don't they? He will never ignore me again after that. Whenever he does, I'll just hump him."
Daphne smiles proudly at the perfect plan, while Tracey groans and pulls her away.
"Why are you sisters so bloody infuriating?" Tracey grabs Astoria's face, locking her head so they're glaring at each other. "Listen, Tori. If you have the courage to have sex with him, then you damn well have the courage to ask him out. Do that instead. He won't have any option but to take you on a date."
That may work for the first time, but it won't last forever. Harry is surrounded by all sorts of gorgeous girls. Astoria will have to establish dominance to stand out. Proactively jumping his bones would be a much better strategy in the long run.
Astoria must understand that too, because she pushes Tracey away and knocks on the Moon painting.
"I hate you for corrupting my sister." Tracey trudges to Daphne's side, elbowing her in vexation, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
It's adorable how caring Tracey is of Astoria. It's one of the many reasons why she loves her. At this point, she can't even correct her that Astoria is her sister.
She pats her gently on the back. "It's for the greater good."
"Is that so, Miss Grindelwald?" She elbows her again.
Daphne's lips twitch. Good, Tracey pounced on that joke like she wanted her to. Another reason she loves her.
The Moon painting creaks open. Astoria goes rigid, her face blank. Daphne doubts she'd be able to drag Harry off for sex if she's already this nervous.
But the man in question doesn't appear. A small ball of fur scurries out instead. Its coat is dark as obsidian, and its large eyes glow molten gold. It's not a cat, but a young kitten.
Daphne's heart skips a beat as it fixes her with a curious look, tilting its head, swaying its tail.
"Meow."
She nearly closes her eyes in bliss, the sound exceptionally delightful.
It sits back on its haunches, licking its paw, looking at all of them.
Astoria squeals with joy, picking it up, cradling it to her chest. "Look at him! I haven't seen a cuter kitty."
The kitten doesn't fuss in her arms, agreeable to being picked and coddled.
"Isn't this Harry's quarters? I didn't know they had a pet," Tracey murmurs, caressing the tiny head of the kitten, earning herself a soft meow.
"Maybe it's a recent development. The kitten is small. It barely looks a couple months old," Daphne notes, cautiously extending her hand to scratch him behind the ear.
Usually, cats hate her. This one, miraculously, doesn't hiss at her, or worse, bite her fingers. It remains docile, appreciating all the attention.
"Take him. I need to go see Harry." Astoria thrusts the kitten into her arms, stepping into the open quarters without hesitation.
Daphne stills for a moment, afraid the kitten would run away. But he doesn't, snuggling deeper against her chest, closing his golden eyes and yawning, melting her heart.
"That's new." Tracey laughs beside her, brushing her thumb on the kitten's small head. "We finally found a cat that's not your sworn enemy."
"It's unfortunate that it's already taken."
Tracey just shrugs, stroking the cat as they wait outside.
Astoria reappears a minute later, looking utterly confused. "No one's inside."
"They might be in the Gryffindor common room," Tracey offers, politely closing the painting-door.
Probable. Unlike them, Harry and his sister are beloved by their house.
"Well, we can return the kitten at lunch," Daphne says, already walking towards the Sun painting. "Let's change out of our uniform and head to the Great Hall."
"Good idea," Tracey agrees, trailing after her, followed by a morose Astoria who didn't get to hump Harry.
~xXxXx~
This is fun.
After returning from Evans Mansion, thoroughly satisfied thanks to Heather, I decided to test my new [Greater Form] skill. And it's an interesting one.
Firstly, everything became gigantic as I shrank down into a kitten. It wasn't just my size that changed, the very colour of my surroundings shifted, becoming muted, a little drab. Not everything was bad, though. In exchange, I got sharper sight and a wider peripheral view. Not only that, I became more aware of the world. The scents, the air, everything became acute. It took me some time to adjust, but once I did, the positives outweighed the negatives.
I ran and jumped. I scaled the giant furniture. I scratched the curtain drapes. It was exhilarating. Never had I felt such fine control over my own body.
It was during this that Astoria knocked on the door. And the rest is known.
Now I'm being carried to their quarters, which happen to be just beside mine. Daphne smells magnificent as I cuddle into her. Her softness is incredible, just like her scent. Davis and Tori are the same. My olfactory sense has upgraded. Not only can I smell the perfume they're wearing, but all that's beneath. The scent of parchment and ink reveals they were just using them in class, and a slight hint of sweat stirs something inside me. It's all a little overwhelming, but I'm getting used to it.
Their quarters are similar to mine. There are two rooms and a big common area with the exact same furniture. Daphne takes me into one of the rooms. Judging by the three single beds, they must be sleeping together. A smart move. With Daphne's 'Safe Zone' skill, she can easily protect them when they're this close.
"Don't you think it would be weird to just haul Harry to a broom closet without any explanation?" Tori asks suddenly, dropping onto her bed.
Wait, what?
"A little." Daphne sits on her own bed, placing me in her lap. "But that's better than waiting for him to do something."
Davis facepalms. "Tori, don't listen to her. Just ask him out on a date, okay?"
"But what if he says no? Or if he tries to keep postponing it?" Tori looks so confused and scared that it makes me feel guilty.
I like Astoria. And I would never say no if she asked me out. I would've already whisked her away for a date if I wasn't busy with so many things.
Leaping from Daphne's lap, I jump into Tori's, nudging her chest and meowing.
She giggles and picks me up by the forepaws. "Are you trying to make me feel good, Mr. Kitten?"
"Meow."
"Such a gentleman." She smiles softly, putting me back down on the bed.
Davis takes a seat beside Tori, putting her arm around her. "If he does that, then you'll know he doesn't deserve you."
I won't.
"Tracey is right. I don't think he'll do that, but if he does, you'll know not to waste your energy on him," Daphne chimes in.
"...Okay." Tori snuggles into Davis' side. "I'll ask him out instead of dragging him to a broom closet and humping him."
What the hell is going on here? What's the context of this conversation?
Meandering back to Daphne, I climb into her lap, not wanting to think about it. She coos and rubs my ear. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. It's hard to put into words how pleasing getting petted is. It's not arousing or sexual in any way, but it feels just as rewarding.
I blink open my eyes when Daphne slides me out of her lap and places me on the bed.
"Just a moment, Mr. Kitten. Let me change quickly."
If she notices my sudden attention, she doesn't react. I sit on my haunches, my tail flicking this way and that.
The robes are the first thing to go, revealing the white shirt and dark skirt underneath. She pulls on her tie and drops the green ribbon beside me. Her eyes twinkle when she catches my unblinking gaze. Her fingers fly through the buttons after she untucks her shirt, chucking it onto the bed.
If I were human, I'd have gulped at the sight. Maybe it's my small size that makes everything seem enormous, because her bra-clad breasts look positively ginormous. The bra is dark green, matching the discarded tie.
It's a shame she doesn't need to change bras. I'd have loved a peep at her bare tits.
She turns around and shimmies out of her skirt, letting it pool around her feet. Her pale thighs and full, round cheeks entrance me. It reminds me of her title as the most beautiful girl in our year. She deserves it.
Her silky blonde hair is untied next, falling down her back with a soft bounce, covering it completely. She walks over to the wardrobe and starts picking out her attire.
Daphne isn't the only one changing. I feel like a pervert as I ogle Davis and Tori. I'm not surprised to see Davis sporting the biggest pair among the three—her swells practically spilling out of her bra.
I squash the temptation to use my cat form to my advantage, to 'innocently' touch them. That would be a level of weird I'm not comfortable with. So I simply extract pleasure visually, appreciating the way their curves jiggle with every small movement.
Although Davis is eye-catchingly busty, Astoria isn't without merit. Her narrow waist and small, perky tits draw my gaze, doubly so her tight, pale arse.
"Bad kitten, don't look." Daphne chuckles, sitting down beside me and scooping me back into her lap. She turns me away so I can't ogle Tori and Davis anymore.
"Meow." I stand in her lap and lick her face to plead innocence.
She laughs but doesn't push me away, running her fingers through my fur.
"I doubt he's looking at us like that." Tracey's done changing as well, leaning down to scratch my head.
"I thought his gaze was decidedly male," Daphne says, lips twitching as she looks down at me.
I just curl in her lap, acting indifferent.
"You're weird." Tracey snatches me from her, ignoring Daphne's protest. "He is a good kitty."
"Oh, he is." Daphne tries to swipe me back, but Tracey steps away and flops down on her bed, placing me atop the plush hills that are her breasts.
I wish I were human right now. While these paws are great, they don't feel nearly as good sinking into her pillowy mounds as greedy fingers. A little disappointing. Though it's probably better this way, I won't be tempted to make it more weird.
"Don't get too used to him." Astoria pulls on a top, checking herself in the mirror. "We have to give him back to Harry."
"You don't have to remind me," Davis sighs, picking me up and gently holding me against her neck.
Daphne gets off the bed. "Come, it's time for lunch."
It's so good not to walk and just be carried everywhere. I lie still in Davis' arms as we head down the Grand Staircase and move towards the Great Hall. It's already buzzing with students and chatter as we cross the threshold.
The three Slytherin girls take me to the Gryffindor table, towards Rose and Iris.
"You forgot your cat," Tori says, withdrawing me from Davis' arms and trying to hand me to Iris.
As expected, my sisters share a confused look. We don't have a pet. I only got my cat transformation an hour ago. They're completely uninformed.
"We don't have a cat, Tori. Where did you find it?" Iris asks.
"He was in Harry's quarters."
Iris shakes her head, eyeing me curiously. "As I said, we don't have a cat. He must've snuck in when we weren't paying attention."
Tori nods dubiously and pushes me back into Davis' arms. "Have fun." Then she slips beside Iris, immediately inquiring about my whereabouts. Say one thing about Tori, say she's single-minded.
Daphne and Davis break away after that exchange, walking towards the Slytherin table. I can feel their elation without even looking at their faces. Their bodies seem to vibrate with barely contained glee.
"What should we name him? If he's not anyone's pet, he can be ours," Daphne muses aloud, plucking me from Davis.
I glance at her smiling face. It's uncharacteristically soft and gentle.
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I spring from her arms and dart away, ignoring her calls to come back, vowing never to meet her again in this form.
It would be a douche move to raise their hopes only to crush them later with my disappearance. Better to flee now, before they get the chance to form any deep connection.
I scamper out of the Great Hall, intoxicated by the power in my limbs. It's impossible not to dash, not to leap from every surface.
~xXxXx~
It's while I'm revelling in my newfound parkour skills that I come across a terrible scene.
In the inner courtyard, near the fountain, four older girls are bullying a firstie.
I squirrel up, no, I cat up one of the trees near the fountain, nearly slipping on the way, looking down at them with intrigue.
The firstie is a Slytherin, if the colour of her clothes is any indication, and the bullies are from Ravenclaw. They've backed her up to the fountain.
"Where will you go, little snake? Your evil mummy and daddy are dead. Who will take you, hmm?" One of the bullies kicks at the firstie's bag, spilling books and stationery on the ground.
The Slytherin girl is on her arse, her clothes completely drenched. Yet, there's not an iota of fear in her eyes. She glares up at them in challenge, unbowed and unbroken.
"I'm sure your mummy will take me so she can get rid of the disappointment that's you, mudblood," she snarks, throwing a book at them.
The older girls dodge and sneer at her, dousing her in more water, their wands glowing with anger. The combined strength of the spray sends her reeling, slamming her into the fountainside.
The Slytherin girl gasps in pain and rolls away, juggling with her wand to return fire, to fight back. But she's too young and unskilled.
Unable to watch this, I leap from the branch like a puffed up squirrel, landing on the leader of the group, slicing my claws through her shirt and bra.
She yelps in surprise and stumbles back, disrupting the 'duel'.
I lightly drop before the first-year Slytherin, my haunches raised, hissing furiously. Not a very intimidating sight, I'm sure. But I'll show them intimidating if they take one more step.
The girl with the torn clothes waves her wand and repairs them, glaring daggers at me. Before she could actually aim in my direction, her friends lug her away. Apparently, cursing a kitten is evil. And they're not evil. Or so they say.
I turn around and hesitantly approach the bullied girl, who's staring at me in awe and fear.
"Meow." I butt her leg, jolting her out of her trance.
She puts a trembling hand on my back, caressing me. "Thanks, Kitty. You were very brave."
I just keep circling around her leg, rubbing my side against her ankle.
A watery smile flashes on her face as she squats down, petting me with a shaking hand. I stay there as she silently cries, hunching over me before the fountain.
Her quiet hiccups break my heart. She tries not to draw attention, muffling any sound with her other hand. The few students passing by simply ignore her because of the colour of her robes.
I jump in her lap and lick her face, glad when I draw a tired giggle out of her. She hugs me close and I lay still and docile for her, feeling her tears seep into my fur.
A Slytherin first year, barely knowing any magic. An orphan, her parents killed by Rayhmir—by me. And I'm providing her comfort. The irony is painful.
I understand my evil at last. No, that would be a lie. I knew it already. I always knew it. I just chose to unsee it. Because it's easier to commit evil if you can justify it. And I can't justify this. But I can't stop either. Nothing can make me a pacifist.
Yet, I won't dare call myself 'not evil' ever again.
I am evil. There's no two ways about it.