Chapter 6: A Small Price
Harry had learned, a lot from these books the woman had in her library. Even if she didn't bother to read most of them herself, Harry did.
His speed in reading could crunch the entire library into a pleasant afternoon tea time, time he also spent on something else.
Making his first real Compatriot, Pooka.
It was just a little past afternoon, a stack of books next to him, even now as he sipped his tea, within his other hand rested a book rapidly flipping through pages.
Even just a passing glance was all it took for him to learn everything from the book, and not just remember it, no. He could indulge in the knowledge, think over what he was learning, and discard it if necessary.
Setting his tea down, only then extending his pinky to steady the cup and softly place it onto the saucer without making a noise before his hand returned to his lap, resting to the napkin over his lap.
Royal pish posh bullshit he now knew and made sure to study properly.
Finishing the book he had been casually reading he closed it gently, the books were old. Even if magic held them up, he would get nowhere abusing them. Setting it down gently he spoke out.
''Pooka.''
With the softest of pops did the elf appear, looking far better than she had previously. The many years of abuse had gone from her thin frame.
No longer dressed in tattered rags and now dressed in more formal attire, even then it was annoyingly still trash, like rags on a child.
''Yes Sir Potta?'' She asked, her head tilting almost cutely.
'Potta' was something that amused him still, it seems Elves had speech patterns hard to break, not that he minded.
''Have I treated you fairly?'' Harry asked simply, it only being a casual question for him.
But to Pooka? It brought a surge of emotion, tears quickly brimming her eyes as she began to blink hard. Harry's extended hand towards her like a lifeline as she took his index and ring finger into her small hands as she shook.
''F-F-F-Fairly?! Nothing b-b-b-but the best Masta Potta! P-Pooka is so H-HAPPY!''
Harry watched her, as her small hands gripped his own. The grin that spread across his face might be unsettling for some, as his glowing eyes began to shift into a deep red.
A Selfish indulgence... That's all this was.
''Do you trust me... Pooka?''
''With Pooka's life!'' She stated so firmly, like a true devoted follower.
It made Harry wonder, just how many people were like Pooka? Just how many people were blinded by the stories, blinded by his fame... How many would follow him just as blindly?
''Then Pooka, I wish to offer you something more, I wish to offer you my blood... But in return, I must take yours, a small price of course.''
''Pooka c-c-c-ouldn't! Sir Potta's blood is special it is! I do not deserve to share your blood!''
''You are not the one who decided your worth Pooka, I am. You are my first true friend Pooka, my first true family even, so please... Won't you allow me this selfish request?''
A hook line and sinker as she started to cry, snot and all in an ugly mess. Only able to nod her head, unable to get the words out.
He wasn't, entirely lying, that was below him. She might be a 'blind' follower, but even in this week of having moved in. He trusted Pooka far more then even people he had beneath his command with his blood.
Afterall, he didn't need to 'force' her to do anything, she was more then happy to do anything for him.
He raised a hand, his wand snapping from his holster as he waved it over her, cleaning her off her snot and tears. Shifting in his seat as he leaned forward, making sure to use a cleaning charm again before he took her hand and brought it forward. Slowly sinking his fangs into her wrist.
She was surprised that she felt no pain despite him clearly biting into her, in fact, she had many assumptions of what she might feel if he ever needed to feed from her.
She's experienced blood loss before, it was a cold and haunting feeling, one she hated.
But if it was for Harry, she would be alright with it, but she felt no pain, no chill.
In fact, it felt almost pleasant, warm... Like she was protected from everything, the same feeling she had been experiencing while Harry's monstrous magic slowly healed her injuries.
'Slowly' as if it didn't take only a week to heal years, and years of abuse.
This warm feeling filled her, making it so easy to relax, her eyes slowly drifting close as she passed out from the blood loss.
Harry easily caught her, pulling her in as he released her wrist. It was fine if she passed out, as he used one of his own fangs to pierce the flesh on his own wrist and used the control of his healing to keep the wound open.
He had such power over his blood, he could control it to where he needed it to go, even without her being awake to swallow it.
As he shed blood into her mouth his deep red eyes brightened as he began to control his blood, the light increasing in intensity as he began to remake the elf before him.
Not to mention the absolute song and praise his powers did as he intaked an Elf's pure and powerful magic, and gained her memories as well...
Memories that made him feel anger for how she was treated, he understood her race was bred to be slaves, but to be treated just as he once was? It wasn't right, humane or not didn't bother him, you could have servants the followed and kissed the ground you walked on without abusing them.
Once he finished, he let the wound he made on his wrist close with ease. Standing time seemed to slow as he used his speed to set her across the comfortable couch within the library before he was back in his previous spot. Picking up the next book as he took another quiet sip from his tea.
It was good to be rich, even if all the money he had was stolen property from possibly good, innocent people that he killed someone to obtain, but those were just details.
Details that won't be brought to attention again...
At least not by him.
(End)
A smaller chapter for sure, I just felt it would be better to cut it off here then to continue, as it would feel dragged on to me.
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