Furthermore, Die.

It was odd to watch a normal, non-magical boy go about life with his normal, non-magical family. Despite all the trouble Harry'd been causing under their noses they still seemed to love one another.

The 'prime suspect' Owen hadn't even really been punished for his perceived slights. No beatings, lashings, verbal assaults, hell, the only thing his parents had done was send him to his room. Not something Harry would ever consider as punishment, especially when his room was large compared to his cupboard, well furnished, and filled with many toys and other entertainment.

Harry had been shocked to find the boy had a television in his room, something Dudley hadn't gotten despite how spoiled he was.

It was unnerving, to see what his life could have been, had his parents been strong enough to survive whatever befell them. Whether it have been a car crash, or something else related to that 'Dumbledore'.

He'd observed Owen's thirteenth birthday, watching how his friends and family came, gave presents and congratulations, as if surviving til now had been a monumental task.

It was pathetic, but the longer he spent around this carnival act called 'family', the more he found himself longing for it... Thoughts of his time speaking with the limited spirit of Lily Potter, his attempts to reconcile with the Dursleys...

"Pathetic." he utters, unsure who he was referring to... Owen and his ilk, Lily Potter, the Dursleys... Or himself.

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Harry taps a pencil on his journal within a public park, a frown marring his face as he stares at the scratchings under the makeshift ritual circle he'd fashioned for his up-coming attempt, one created by an abomination of Nordic, Celtic, and Satanistic runes or symbols.

Ritual magic, from what he could tell, was more like an art than a science, and this only became more apparent the deeper he delved into it.

His blood would bind it all to himself, his magic to his soul, and the blood he'd drained from the Carrows to serve as an extra push if that was truly needed.

The main ingredients he possessed were the Incest twins hearts, which would bind loyalty through love, or whatever facsimile of feelings those two held over each other.

Next was Kaa's body, loyalty through friendship... Unfortunately, the snake never loved him, he wasn't even sure if reptiles COULD love. Meaning this piece would clash with the last. The Carrows were loyal to one another, but as they were blood-related that was less of a factor.

Families, from what he could tell, were innately affectionate. A mother's love was usually not something one could avoid, though, he wondered what caused Postpartum depression, depression after their child's birth...

Regardless, to be loyal to one's family is not true loyalty, but familial connection. True loyalty was formed between two people based on mutual trust, or at least, that what he thought.

All of Harry's assumptions were predicated on things he'd seen other people experience. He'd never had the opportunity to truly feel these sorts of things himself, not for long at least. Kaa hadn't lived long enough for them to appreciate whatever relationship they'd had.

But the snake had always returned to him in the end... Even at the expense of his own life.

He shakes his head and blinks the moisture from his eyes, concentrating one more. The Carrow's hearts would serve as powerful catalysts due to them being from magical beings. Much more than Kaa, even if it was symbolically more suited to his desires.

He needed something to bridge the gap between them, between love-based loyalty and trust-based loyalty. Maybe something from myth that symbolised both?

His tapping on his journal slows to a stop as he views the other people enjoying the sunshine in the park. Specifically, the young boy running around with a blonde-furred dog.

Or perhaps, something that possessed both aspects he was looking for. After all, for creatures of limited intelligence, it was all too easy to form bonds like that. The dog loved and trusted its owner.

Man's most loyal companion would make a fantastic reagent.

Harry tucks his journal into his back pocket and moves a finger slightly, causing the ball the boy had thrown for his dog to be 'caught in the wind', and quickly lost into the trees nearby the park.

Another twist of Harry's fingers causes the boy to fall over his tangled feet, smashing his face into concrete and knocking out some teeth, while also rendering him unconscious.

With that done, he brushes himself off of dust and walks to the underbrush where the dog was trying to uncover its ball... "Hey there, boy..." he quietly says, recalling how Dudley treated Aunt Marge's wretched beasts.

The dog's ears lift as it raises its eyes to meet him, his face reflected in them even as its head falls from its body. The cutting curse decapitating it with laughable ease...

"I wonder how big a dog's heart is compared to a human's?" he mutters in thought as he draws Reprisal from inside his hoody. "Well, let's get that ribcage out of the way, shall we?"

*CRRAAASCK!*

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"Ooough...?" Owen slowly awakens, his grogginess falling away like rain from the sky as he notices his predicament. Tied to a chair atop a strange symbol painted in the ground, surrounded by lit candles while his parents sat opposite him, also bound.

"M-Mum...?" he says after a few seconds of futilely tugging at his restraints.

"O-Owen... Owen!?" the woman shouts after being awakened by the fearful voice of her son, awakening her husband next to her. "W-what is this!?"

"I don't know! I woke up like this!... We're still home!" Owen exclaims, half-relieved, half-surprised that he and his family hadn't been taken somewhere else, as you'd typically expect after being kidnapped.

"T-they won't budge!" the husband growls, straining against the ropes, causing the wooden armrest to creak from the pressure.

Their protests trail off as a young boy with his face concealed by a hood walks over, stepping over the candles with more ropes in hand.

"Who are you!? Is this some sorta prank!? You better let us go or so help me-Mpphmph!?" the husband sputters as the end of one rope is shoved into his mouth. He spits it out but gasps as the stranger stabs a soot-covered dagger into Owen's stomach.

"AAAGH! D-DAD! MUM! IT HURTS!" he screams but once again rope stifles his shouts.

"If you let go of this, I will hurt your mother." Harry growls before turning on the parents, "Consider this a game, one of trust. Each of you will hold up an end of this rope, should any of you drop it, I will punish one of your family. Understand?" he calmly explains, holding up the knotted rope with three ends.

"Why... Why are you doing this?" the husband questions, glaring furiously at the stranger. The only things in his mind being revenge and getting his son to the hospital.

Harry doesn't reply. There was no need to. Whereas the ritual with the Dursleys had been a personal endeavour, this one was strictly... Business. There wasn't any point in mocking the dead, after all.

With the rope secure in all of their mouths Harry stands outside the runic circle, his moist bag of reagents sitting on a chair next to him as he grips the bloody reprisal. "Let's begin." Harry clears his throat and reaches into the bag, pulling out the Carrow's hearts, pinned together by a small, makeshift arrow he'd fashioned in an attempt to invoke Cupid.

"Hearts bound by love and blood, deliver me my desires!" he tosses them into the circle. As they pass over the boundary they burst into green flames, turning to ash before they even hit the ground.

"My loyal companion, killed in my service... Kaa, aid me one last time." Kaa's body joins the hearts in their mound of ash.

"Heart of one another. Murdered due to their master's weakness. Trusted and loved til the end." the heart of the dog burns.

Owen and his family were now looking horrified. The fact that they were seeing actual magic, and the fact they were but ingredients in whatever evil ritual was being performed... Their fear only heightened as Harry raised his arms.

"I lack mine own soul to grant, but the three present will be recompense. In addition, my blood, pain, and suffering." he draws Reprisal deeply across his wrist, causing a small cascade of blood to flow onto the runic circle. The suddenly bellow, and whispered wails could be heard from the darkness.

The circle itself lights up brightly in a multitude of colours, ever-shifting, ever-sickening, ever-ominous.

Despite his sudden lightheadedness, Harry continues. "Creatures and beings of this reality and the next, I beseech you once more. Grant me the guide I seek, to lead me forwards. To the path I promised! Provide me the one, the thing, that which will protect me, teach me, and trust me until it is done!

COME FORTH!" he shouts, and green fire leaps from the candles to the rope, crawling up them like flaming hands and quickly developing the family. The three sacrifices give muffled screams to the end, never once thinking of releasing the ropes in their mouths.

Harry's vision blurs as fire expands and churns throughout the room, spinning like a flaming hurricane, before slowly settling down. Condensing on the centre of the ritual circle.

Blood pours from the wound on his arm, but he finds his fading vision drawn, and fixed on the creature he'd summoned. The two glowing yellow eyes peered at him from the darkness, slitted like a snake, yet filled with a litany of emotions he couldn't quite grasp.

"Will you be my master...?" the thing, the woman asks, her mere voice dredging up feelings a boy his age shouldn't be able to experience.

Despite the urge to... Do something to her, he simply nods, the action causing something to 'snap' in place. A connection forms between him and it. "I-..." he murmurs, unable to finish as he falls backwards, unconscious from intense magic expenditure and blood loss.

"Rest easy, Little Master." is the last thing he hears as blackness takes him.

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"Time to wake up, Master..."

...

...

"Master, it's time to wake up..."

...

Harry felt warm, and despite the nice voice asking him to wake up, he couldn't find it within himself to move from this comfort.

...

"Master."

"F-five more minutes..." he groans, scrunching his eyes clothes and turning his head, burying it in the warmth.

"Master..." the voice purrs and something wraps around him...

...

Harry's eyes shoot open, feeling constricted and panicking slightly, his magic ready to jump to his aid when-

...

He looks up from the large breasts his face was buried between and at the creature-no, person, he'd ended up summoning. He was sitting in her lap with her arms wrapped around him, a lascivious smile on her beautiful tanned face.

She smiles at him, drawing his eyes away from his silky black hair casing the thin goat-like horns on her brow, to the large canines in her mouth.

"Y-you're pretty..." he blurts, his eyes widening as he scrambles from her arms. Why had he said that!? He'd never found someone-, pretty before! It must've been some sort of control magic, he'd never reacted like this to anything else!

Be turns on her and feels his mouth drop open when he gets a good look at her. She was what could only be called the pinnacle of what a woman could hope to be. Curvacious in all the right places, a face unmatched by even the most famous models, and an aura that practically eliminated seduction.

Notably, she wasn't human, not completely at least. Aside from the horns adorning her head, the legs below her lower thighs were furry and digitigrade, looking almost goat-like in their origin.

Seeing him inspecting her, she shifts sideways slightly, arching her back in just the right way to draw attention to her large bosom and backside. Her pointed elfin ears waggle in amusement, or was it excitement? He couldn't tell.

"Like what you see, Master?" she asks with a seductive lilt to her tone that causes Harry's body to react weirdly...

"S-stop that... Stop it." he commands and firms himself, determined to not allowing this succubus he'd somehow summoned to manipulate him... Was this because the love shared between the siblings was less than pure? Or perhaps some god was playing a cosmic joke on him.