Will be initially rated T (for "Tease" of course), but the rating may rise if I decide to put in some smut.

A Wizards Life with Monster Girls:

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Harry James Potter adjusted the plastic bags in his hands as he stepped out of the bakery,

"Thank you for your patronage!" The dark haired, bored teenage daughter of the jovial middle aged baker called with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Harry responded with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, but was as bright as he could manage.

Harry, yet again, decided that today wasn't the best of days, as he stepped out of the small bakers shop on the stunningly calm market place into the cool air of the city suburbs. The dying sun caressing the cold grey asphalt in rays of orange, yellow and red. Harry rolled his shoulders back until they cracked and quickly stepped aside as a short, white haired old woman hobbled towards him, muttering under her breath as she entered the shop he had just left. Catching the scathing, disproving look in her eyes as she glared his way and catching the word 'gaijin' under her breath, Harry's poor mood plummeted further.

Harry had arrived in Japan some 6 months earlier, at the recommendation of his account manager Griphook and his personal friend. The wizarding community of Japan held very few of the hang-ups and vicious prejudice that Europe had held on to for the last few hundred years. Additionally, they had had absolutely nothing to do with the last wizarding war and didn't give a toss who Harry Potter/ the Chosen One was. Which was what really sold him to buying a house and making a life in the country. Though, it seemed that within the Muggle community, where Harry spent the majority of his time (the very little he spent outside of the house) he was not only unknown, but (in some cases) quite unwelcome.

Sighing in irritation, Harry strode off to the east, ready for the mile-long trek to his home. A hand quickly pushing his black glasses further up the bridge of his nose before proceeding to scratching his scalp and running his hands through his short, perpetually messy, black hair. Emerald green eyes scanning the area and noting familiar faces in the crowd. Watanabe-san, the tight, round faced butcher who cut his head short and held a soft, easy smile on his face. Takahashi, the reed thin manager of a local tailors, decked out in a floral sundress and sandals rather than her usual two-piece suit and scowl. And finally, his eyes settled on Polt, a kobold with wolf ears atop her head and a long wolf tail twitching and flapping excitedly as she trotted along with a group of other liminals, singing a song he had never heard before as she lead a scowling Lamia blonde haired, two confused Dryads with a smattering of leaves, over their more intimate areas, substituting for an outfit and a dirty haired Banshee who was ITCHING to sing along.

The Liminal situation had fascinated Harry for years; the Statute of Secrecy was voluntarily breached by the International Confederation of Wizards and the United Nations to allow liminals (sentient part human monsters) and other monsters to be revealed to the Muggles of the world when he was eleven years old (the bill being ratified and the first liminals being revealed to the world in the weeks after his birthday). Almost twelve years prior. Some countries had quickly accepted the change and seemed to accept these 'new citizens' with open arms (such as Japan itself) whilst others (Britain for example) had been rather resistant to the change. Changes such as liminal accommodations to everyday life (e.g. new clothes, services, housing etc.) as well as societal and attitude changes.

"Oi snake bitch. It doesn't matter where you buy your clothes or what you were. That nasty scaly tail of yours is still gross!" Came a blonde man in a black, fur lined jacket. Pointing and jeering from beside a laughing and encouraging dark skinned woman at his side. The lamia with Polt's scowl deepened and she shot the couple a murderous glare from the corner of her eye (which actually seemed to satisfy the two blatant racists).

Harry scowled too. These changes (or lack thereof) were a problem everywhere, nowhere was perfect, especially in regards to acceptance of liminals and magical creatures. But this place was better than most, so Harry could ignore little flies in the ointment like that.

Harry had these thoughts swimming through his head as he took the slow walk back home. The two-story building looking even more welcoming as he approached, the sun having disappeared beyond the horizon as he fiddled in his pockets for his keys under the dark blue sky.

"Harry James Potter?" came a slow, seductive yet inquisitive feminine voice from behind as he slotted the silver key into the keyhole. Harry turned to the voices source and found, unsurprisingly, a woman with a black and red umbrella at the end of the path to his front door. Scarlet hair matched in colour by her figure hugging blouse, the hem of her coal black skirt and the shade of her lips. Voluptuous and smirking (that smirk deepening the more his eyes travelled) with fiery crimson eyes, "Good evening, dearest."

She chuckled at the clear confusion on his face, the smirk turning into a warm, amused smile. Though her eyes glittered in a predatory way that did not help him feel too much at ease,

"Can I help you?" Harry asked cautiously, placing his bags down and 'casually' putting that free hand in his pocket. A familiar warmth ran through his body as his hand grasped a familiar holly wood magic wand he kept in his left pocket,

"It's more that I can help you, Harry Potter." She said cheerfully, planting the sharp metal point of her umbrella on the firm, stone floor, "I would like it very much if you spent a little time with me please, dearest."

"Would you now?" Asked cautiously, feeling incredibly uneasy regarding the scary look in her eyes and the return of her conniving smirk,

"Why yes, Harry Potter." She whispered heatedly in his ear, "I would indeed."

Harry's eyes had time to widen (and his mind had a split second to ask how in the hell she had travelled a yard in the blink of an eye) before she struck. Dulled reflexes gave him no ability to react, and a swift blow to the back of the head ham him keeling forward and out of consciousness. His last conscious sensation was being caught in slim, cold arms as the being he recognised as a vampire halted his fall.

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Overworked, underpaid and adjusting her pantyhose; Kuroko Smith (often referred to simply as Ms Smith) looked determinedly on at the warehouse as she waited for her unit to assemble. The target, a liminal criminal. A vampire calling herself Lilliana Alistane, the heiress to the Alistane sports club empire and a upstanding member of society.

Until she started a daring string of homicides, officially classified as 'crimes of passion'. They, being Monster's New Law (more commonly referred to as M.O.N), had been far too slow to the scene of the crime. Always arriving to the scene of the crime to a bloodless corpse and a cold trail.

Until 3 weeks ago when Polt, a personal friend of hers, noted Lillianna herself ghosting around her sports club eyeing up a male customer who (as of 19 hundred hours) was confirmed to be her next target. They stood outside of the warehouse she was holed up, behind a large perimeter of human police officers. The victim being on Harry Potter, a dark haired, green eyed, immigrant from Britain who was a frequent customer.

"Sup Boss!" came the jovial voice of Zombina, a zombie girl with neck length red hair and walking around as a patchwork of human parts (the black stitches clear across her pale, dead skin), "The lovebirds still inside?"

"Yes, Smith-san." Came the quiet timid voice of the petite, cyclops girl Manako. Toting a sniper rifle (almost the size of her) with no difficulty whatsoever, "The local law enforcement has bugged the warehouse and held the perimeter for the last half hour. The target does not seem to have noticed our presence."

"We will be able to catch Alistane and get Potter-san safely. Don't you worry boss." Came Smith's own voice though it was not from her. It was from the shapeshifter Doppel, looking at Smith through her own eyes (as she had taken her form). Behind her was Tionishia the blonde-haired ogre with a single large black horn atop her head (reminiscent of a shark fin) trotting behind her with her eyes firmly on the building. She, uncharacteristically wordlessly, handed over a small rectangular radio for the real Smith to listen to.

"-I know you are very lonely. I can make you very happy, just like you can do the same for me. We're perfect for one another." Came Alistane's voice over the radio, a murmured masculine voice came from (she assumed) Potter-san, "You're funny, dearest. The only way I could make sure you understood the deep love I have for you was to take you somewhere where we wouldn't be disturbed!"

Smith smirked coldly and handed the radio back to Tio,

"Into positions ladies, it's time to disturb the two lovers." Smith ordered and the four monster girls scurried off in different directions to get into their pre-agreed positions, "Quickly and quietly now, Lilli-san has very sensitive ears!"

The ladies in question gave her simultaneous, incredulous looks as she hypocritically shouted that command, but followed through with those orders without question. Then, roughly six minutes later, Smith was signalled by her team that they were prepared and (with a soft slow drag of sweet cold air) she gave the order to breach.

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