Monster Lord

Prologue: The Magician's Blues

Summary: Voldemort, in his death eaters, has an army. Harry Potter wishes to fight fire with fire. So Hermione finds a way to get him an army. She should have read the fine print...

Hermione sighed, as she closed the book she had been reading, the black covers letting loose a shower of dust as they closed. Silver thread woven into the leather of the covers read something written in a language Hermione could not decipher, but she was still certain it was something that hadn't been written by a human. Or so she hoped, at least. It'd had several recipes that she would rather banish from her mind forever.

She leaned back in the comfortable armchair she had transfigured her seat into. It'd been pathetically easy to ward her home against the ministry's ability to check on her illegal use of underage magic... mostly because she'd asked McGonagall about it and the woman had done it herself. Hermione had just been wondering if she'd be able to somehow practice her favorite class (all of them! But especially Arithmancy and Runes) in her home, and McGonagall had said that the regulations were an unfair advantage for purebloods, and thus the staff of Hogwarts had been doing such warding on the side for decades now, ever since Dumbledore took the helm, in order to even the odds.

In return, Hermione had been sworn to secrecy to her head of house, and been trusted enough not to take an unbreakable vow for it. It filled Hermione's heart with warmth that she was trusted that much.

Then again, McGonagall had also used the chance to explain her new duties as prefect.

Hermione's nose twitched as the dust got close to it, but she vanished it before it could force her to sneeze and her nose soon calmed. She thought a little about her new status as prefect and groaned when she realized how much she'd have to cover for Ron. His heart was in the right place, but he was still a lazy idiot. Why couldn't Neville have been picked instead? Or even Finnegan or Thomas? It had to be one of the two laziest boys in Gryffindor!

Harry could only get motivated for Defense and anything that had to do with dueling, probably his self preservation instinct kicking in, and whatever had to do with flying or Quidditch, while Ron could only be arsed to do half assed work that left him with, admittedly, acceptable marks across the board. For Hermione, anyway, for most other people his marks were actually rather good, but Hermione was a straight O student, which meant that to her, standards were very high.

The only responsible boy in Gryffindor was Neville, and Hermione would've preferred to work with someone who wouldn't forget his schedule or who wouldn't randomly stop in the middle of his patrols for no other reason than he was hungry.

Admittedly, Neville would've lacked the spine to really perform his prefect duties. The other two were irresponsible boys too, but less so than either Ron or Harry. It infuriated her, because she knew that both could get very good grades if they just applied themselves. Ron somehow managed to study very little and still get decent grades, and Harry... well, Harry was the very image of pure, raw talent in magic.

Hermione was called talented, but that was wrong. Hermione actually had very little in the way of talent, and relied entirely on her work ethic and intellect to make up for the difference. Ron and Harry were both very talented, but also very lazy.

If she just had half of Harry's talent, she'd already have graduated! The only thing stopping Hermione were her practicals, which she needed to put a lot of work and effort into. That wouldn't be a problem with Harry's uncanny ability to master spells with ease if he was motivated to do it.

Another sigh escaped her, when she stopped to think about Harry. Not for any reasons of romantic interest or anything of the sort, no, more because her best friend had a horrible end of year. A horrible year, period. And now, he was alone in a home that she was almost certain was abusive to him (it'd be so much easier if he'd just stopped resisting and told someone about it, but no, he ha to be difficult!) after having watched the worst event in his life, the resurrection of Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort.

She had resolved to help him, and she had found several ways. Mostly dark rituals that would enhance his power, but all of them required one to be morally bankrupt to perform. Else, she'd have already used them on herself.

There was one that she had found, however, that she could use. The last book she'd been perusing, something she'd obtained from Knockturn Alley (surprisingly, when you get past the filth and the few pickpockets, it was populated by surprisingly nice shopkeepers and helpful bystanders, as well as the occasional auror), was the one that had provided this opportunity. In it, the book held a tale that Hermione was almost certain was fabrication, but what had interested her the most was a specific ritual.

Beyond the tale itself, the book held a collection of interesting ideas, spells and other, minor rituals as well as the recipes for potions and the enchantment of objects in ways Hermione would've never thought of, or believed possible, if she hadn't read about it. Trust her major weakness to show its ugly head when she's doing something this delicate.

"The Monster Lord, huh?" she asked, rubbing her chin. "I can do this," she muttered to herself, looking at the ceiling. The ingredients wouldn't be too hard to procure... Okay, they'd be a bit difficult.

She opened the book again and looked over the list, before pulling a notebook and a pen to write her own version of it.

She needed chalk, to draw the circle. Three dozen candles, no specifications on those... She needed a pair of silver knives along with an assortment of animal guts, all within what she could find on a trip to Diagon Alley...

The worst part, however...

She needed a virgin's blood. That was okay, she was a virgin herself, and could very well give hers... She would've just snorted at this presenting a difficult if the blood required wasn't the blood that would come as a result of her breaking her hymen. Fortunately, the book outright told her it didn't need to be broken through intercourse, so long as she gave it willingly, she could just break it herself and store it for later use.

That was good, considering she also needed a virgin's fluids. You know the kind. She made a face at this, but found that, though not particularly something she'd like to speak about in public, it was far better than the requirements of other rituals, such as the spilled blood of innocents or an unborn fetus for sacrifice.

And again, that didn't need to be fresh either.

Compared to the both of those, storing a little of her saliva was nothing.

A magical creature's fluids were preferred, and a witch counted as magical enough for hers to be useful. They needed to be specially treated to be useful, too, but the book had the instructions on that too, so she was covered.

There were a few potions that she had to make in preparation for this, and the book advised the preparation of healing potions and pain numbing potions in case of failure. The success rate was very, very low. But she'd take the risk. She knew that if anyone could use the power this ritual offered, it was Harry, and she'd be damned before she let her best friend go on to face impossible odds without having done everything she could.

"The problem is the last ingredient," Hermione mused, looking at her room's plain white ceiling in deep thought. "At least the book told me how to extract it... It's-"

"-Fresh semen, charged with as much magic as possible," Hermione said, scratching the back of her neck.

"... You lost me." Harry asked, too far gone at this point to care. He'd been naked in front of Hermione the past hour while she doodled on the left side of his body, from toes to his face, and had to drink both a vial of her blood and one of her... other secretions. Compared to both of those, the vial of her saliva he'd downed had been mouthwash.

Harry never would've guessed that Grimmauld Place had a basement as vast as this room. A perfectly empty room that was perfect for rituals. Sirius had given them his blessing to use it, as well as thumbs up and pat in the back for Harry himself, though Harry hadn't understood why.

"Semen, Harry, it's that white stuff that comes out of your penis when you masturbate," Hermione said without missing a beat. She'd had biology classes WAAAY worse than explaining to Harry what semen is. Plus, she had drank an entire gallon of calming draught before this. Even then, she was still blushing and if she stopped to think, she was sure she'd probably have already lost her nerve.

"... So I have to... masturbate?"

"Actually, that wouldn't work," Hermione admitted, nervously, offering him an apologetic smile. "In order to get the semen charged with as much magical power as possible, it needs to be extracted in a certain way, and you can't do it to yourself, since it requires magic to do and, well, I'm about to extract pretty much all of yours."

"... That's good, I don't actually know how to... wank, I think Ron called it," Harry admitted, blushing.

Hermione looked at him flatly. "I can't believe that... Well, it being you, I actually sort of can," she admitted. "Ask Ron, or Mr. Weasley, or anyone but me, about it later. And don't you DARE tell them why you're asking, or I will... do something unpleasant to your broom."

Harry's horrified face told her the threat had worked.

"Anyhow, close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you, Harry... Don't worry, the book said this should feel really, really good..."

The painted teen nodded and closed his eyes, trying to relax as much as he possibly could, being naked in front of a girl he thought of as a sister. Then he felt her touch upon his body. "Hermione, what are you- YE GODS!"

He never did get to finish that sentence.

Hermione opened her eyes, blinking a few times to try to get the cobwebs of sleep off them. She groaned as everything in her body screamed at once, but still she smiled. The ritual had worked, she'd felt the incredible sense of satisfaction that had came with her success, and when she stood up from where she'd landed a few metres away from where she'd placed Harry in, she felt the pain go away and the haze on her vision from the ridiculous amount of magical energy in the air dissipate.

Hermione blinked and then looked at the center of the room to see a... snake tail?

Yep. It was a snake tail, and it was curled around something. That something was quickly identifed, as it moved itself to sit upright on its own tail, as well as stretch, throwing its arms up and letting out a content hum. Long and silky white hair moved about as the something moved.

And the something, Hermione was almost entirely certain, was Harry Potter, but... "Blue skin? Snake tail..?" Hermione asked to herself.

The biggest shock, though, came when one Sirius Black wandered into the ritual room underneath Grimmauld Place and let out a loud and long whistle. "Well, Harry, if that's you, I believe I am qualified on no less than twelve levels to say: That is one magnificent pair of tits you've got there," he said with a shameless grin.

Harry looked down upon him... herself.

"I'm blue," he... she said, blinking. Golden eyes surveyed the expanse of belly below him until he reached his tail. The tail then moved until its tip was within Harry's vision range. "And I've got an awesome tail."

Hermione blinked. "Harry, I don't know if you've noticed, but you're also a woman."

"And what a woman!" Sirius added, smiling widely. "Why, if you weren't my godson... Nah, I'd still totally hit it if it was an appropriate time," spoke with zero shame the Black of Black.

"So I am," Harry said, cupping his breasts and feeling them, as if to make sure they were really there. "... Well, this kind of bites," he said, still playing with them.

"You're reacting surprisingly well to this," Hermione noted.

"So are you," Sirius countered for Harry.

"I'm dosed so high up on calming potions that I'm pretty sure I wouldn't get altered if you turned out to be Voldemort in disguise," Hermione answered. "I needed to be able to keep a steady hand while drawing the runes on Harry, and I wasn't going to be able to do that if I lost my nerve and just kept staring at his crotch. What about you?"

"I'm drunk off my ass, so I'm pretty sure this is all a hallucination or a very weird dream," Sirius replied. "And you, Harry?"

"I think that either I am in shock, or this ritual affected me more than I thought... wait, no, it's shock. Pretty sure it's shock," said Harry, nodding.

"How are you so sure?" asked Sirius.

"Because it's wearing off and WHAT THE FUCK!?"

The entire mansion trembled as Harry began to freak out.

Two days later, on Grimmauld Place Number 12's kitchen...

"Let me get this straight: You convinced Harry to go along with some kind of crazy ritual," Ron stated, getting a nod from Hermione, "to become some sort of super powerful Monster Lord," he continued, obtaining another nod, and he sighed, before continued, "and now Harry's a Lamia. And if I'm seeing this right, he has one amazing set of tits on him," he finished.

"Pretty much, yes," Hermione said, nodding. "At least the ritual worked. He's really, really powerful now. His anger shook the entire house and Sirius said he felt several of the wards collapse. These are really old and powerful wards, too..."

Ron frowned. "... But he's still got tits. And he's a monster, too. Honestly, I don't know how to take this. Harry's... My best friend's now a monster. And a woman. And a monster. And an incredibly hot woman."

"He's not just a monster, though," Hermione countered, frowning. "The book said that if the ritual worked, the recipient would become the Monster Lord. Most other monsters would defer to them and they'd have immense power at their disposal... We don't really have other monsters to check here, but everything that lived in Grimmauld Place left the moment Harry went to his room. Even Kreacher. The poor thing is terrified and seems to be clinging onto Sirius, muttering something about the coming of the Dark Master and how it'll be the Sacred Monster Wars all over again..."

"... Harry has tits..." Ron muttered... "Big tits... they're a little blue but... so big, and round..."

"Harry stop doing that, you know he goes stupid!" Hermione said, turning around and glaring at Harry.

"Hermione, Sirius told me that when this kind of crap happens, the best thing you can do is try to make fun of it so it doesn't suck. At least I get to watch Ron drool all over himself, and the face he makes when he's debating whether to be turned on or weirded out is hilarious," Harry said, nodding sagely. "Also, tattoos of eyes have started showing up all over my body," he began, showing her his arm, where a line lead to the back of the hand, where a stylized eye now was tattooed. Then, he pointed to the hair that fell over his forehead, the white marred by another red, stylized eye, this one vertical. "Also, apparently, I can use several spells just by glaring at people," he added.

"Harry, that's impossib- Actually, it's probably not. What kind of things can you do?" Hermione asked, excited by learning more.

"Well, I was staring at Sirius really hard, and I wanted him to be knocked out, and then suddenly, he was. And then, when Madame Pomfrey was analyzing me, I wanted her to bring me something to eat, and when she said no, all I had to do was look her in the eyes. Hers glazed over and then she brought me food."

"Fascinating... A stupefy and Imperius through youre eyes..."

"Also, I did something to Remus, too. We were talking like normal, and then suddenly, I locked eyes with him and he was throwing himself at me. Once I slapped him, though, he was back to normal. He was blushing and trying to touch my breasts..."

"So you've also got some sort of effect similar to a love potion..." Hermione noted, nodding. "And you are very strong and fast. Have you tried to use magic?"

"Yes. It shall not be repeated," Harry said. "Dumbledore's still trying to unfreeze the ice box. They cast Fiendfyre, the strongest fire spell there is, and the box is still frozen over. Also, these," he began, cupping his breasts, "seem to have some sort of hypnotic effect on men... And Ginny too for some reason..." he said, moving slightly so Hermione could get a better look. As he was moving on a snake tail, he moved his entire body, which caused his breasts to bounce.

Hermione blinked, as she stared. And stared hard.

"So bouncy, big and round..." Ron commented, eloquently.

Hermione blushed bright red. "It's not a hypnotic effect, Harry, they're just... Well, I'm sure you can ask Mrs. Weasley later," she said, hating the fact that her calming draught had run out the morning after Harry's transformation.

"So... how am I gonna go back to Hogwarts like this?" he asked.

And then, suddenly, there was a Wild Dumbledore in the scene. "... I've long been looking for an excuse to open Hogwarts to a more diverse population, and you, my boy... er, girl, will be the perfect one!" Dumbledore said. "I've already altered a set of robes and clothes for you to wear. Fortunately for you, I used to be a bit of a fashionista in my youth and designed clothes for the usage of a pair of gorgons I knew... Poor girls haven't been the same since their youngest sister was killed, a shame, she was a nice lass."

"... Okay," Harry said, shrugging. "If nothing else, at least I'll get some hilarious reactions. And I'll be able to use this body to scare the crap out of Malfoy!"

"That's the spirit, Harry!" Sirius said, walking from behind Dumbledore. "Are you sure I can't touch your boobs? Just a little?"

"Sorry, Sirius, but Hermione told me I shouldn't allow people to touch them," Harry said, apologetically.

"Harry, I think you're a bit too detached. Different or not, this is still your body..."

"Speaking about bodies," Harry said, with a grin, before his skin suddenly turned a healthy shade of human pink and hissnake tail faded. Instants later, the sound of a pair of soft feet touching the wooden floor was heard. "I figured out how to pass as human last night. It feels kind of weird, though, since I no longer have my penis..." he said, gesturing towards his bare crotch. His bare, female crotch.

Ron crashed to the floor on a dead faint, as did Sirius, both with a smile on their faces.

"Well, this makes things so much easier. You can use the normal uniform unless you can't hold the transformation, at which point your own tail should cover your privates..." Hermione said, nodding.

"Bummer. I was looking forward to designing a uniform for you, Harry," Dumbledore said, clear disappointment in his voice. He even looked like someone had kicked his puppy.

"Well... I can always model a new uniform for you, sir..." Harry offered, trying to cheer him up.

It worked. "Great! Just tell me when you're ready!"

Harry blinked. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"This is going to be one hectic year..." Hermione muttered. "I wonder if I can convince Sirius to help me smuggle a few crates of firewhiskey."

If you know Monster Girl Quest, then you know what I'm writing here. And yes, Harry has Alipheese the Sixteenth's body and all of her powers.

For those who don't, well... knowledge of it isn't really necessary.

This is not a serious fic, if you couldn't tell. There also won't be any lemons, though it might get pretty close when Harry becomes hungry. You'll learn why soon enough.