"You heard me the first time." Angela said, her voice was odd and held something that almost sounded like shyness. That was odd enough, Angela Zabini does not get shy.
"I...I just don't understand. A...a vassal?" Harry asked, looking very confused.
"In the magical world, a vassal is someone who serves you with all that they have." Angela began explaining. "In return you would have to obviously help keep them alive and healthy so that they can serve you, but that's about all you have to do."
"So...you would be my slave?" Harry asked.
"If you wanted me to be." Angela nodded without hesitation.
"I...I don't want to make you my slave, Angela."
"Then don't," Angela shrugged. "what I am will depend on you. If you want to treat me like a slave then treat me like a slave, if you want to treat me like a servant then do that as well, or if you want then I can be your friend."
"But...I..."
"Harry, if you accept me as your vassal then I will do anything you want." She purred as she reached up and placed her hands on both sides of his face. "I can and will do anything that you want." She smiled as she licked her lips.
"A...anything?" Harry echoed, suddenly feeling himself lost in her eyes, there was something about her voice that lured him in. The musical quality of her voice made her words linger in his ears, suddenly Harry realized something, Angela was beautiful. Of course he always knew that but now it felt like he had just realized it.
"Anything." She whispered as she leaned in closer, her lips were seconds away from his when Harry suddenly raised his hands and grabbed her shoulders before pushing her back slightly.
"What is happening?" Harry asked. "Are...are you doing something to my head?" He asked, keeping his eyes locked onto Angela's as she removed her hands from his face.
"You...what do you feel?" She asked quickly, looking more excited than anything else.
"In my head...I felt...I suppose you'd call it a tingle." Harry frowned.
"I knew it." She said under her breath, looking extremely pleased.
"Angela?" Harry asked, it seemed like his confusion rose up at the same time as her happiness.
"I don't know how but I knew that you could resist it." She grinned.
"Resist what? Some answers would be nice right now." Harry said in a slightly irritated voice.
"Right, sorry." Angela apologized as she took her wand out and cast a locking charm on the door and placed several silencing charms around the room. "Alright, just give me a sec." She took in a deep breath. "Okay, me and Blaise have the same mother, but we have different fathers. My father was...different from Blaise's."
"Different how?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He was the son of...um...he was the son of a ..." Angela paused and took another deep breath. "...I trust that you won't tell anyone what I am about to say." She said.
"Uh...if you don't want me to tell anyone then I won't, but what is this about?" Harry asked.
"Even Blaise," Angela replied instead of answering Harry's question. "he doesn't know yet." She added before Harry could ask.
"Look," Harry sighed. "I promise that I will not tell anyone what you're about to say unless you want me to or I absolutely have to. Now can we get on with this, the suspense is killing me."
"Okay," Angela took a deep breath. "my father was the son of a siren." She blurted out.
"A siren?" Harry blinked. "As in the 'sing on rocks and lure sailors with their singing' type of siren? Are you trying to say that you're a siren?"
"No, they don't really lure sailors in with their songs." Angela replied. "Well, a few have in the past but that's like a very rare thing. As for me, I'm not really a siren, though I suppose I am part siren."
"Part siren?" Harry repeated with disbelief.
"I don't have wings or anything like that, but I do have a small allure and that's about it." She admitted. "I can control it, unlike a veela, I used my allure on you to see if you can resist it, it's rather amazing that you can."
"Okay, but why?" Harry frowned.
"Just wanted to get more evidence about what kind of a wizard you are." She grinned at him.
"I'm sorry but I just don't understand what is going on here, I get that you're a half siren but what does that have to do with you wanting to become my vassal?"
"Right, sorry, I'm not really explaining this well. Okay, well I haven't told Blaise this yet but I have a marriage contract in my name."
"You know every time you give me an answer I get about ten new questions." He said in a dry voice as he tried to process what she just said. "A contract with who?"
"This really ugly fifty year old git who lives in Italy." She said in a bitter voice. "My mother's head of house, my grandfather, is a real prick and he set up a marriage contract between myself and one of his friends in Italy. I've talked with my mother and she can't find a way to get me out of the contract and believe me when I say that she has tried."
"Alright do forgive me for what I am about to say, but your mother, the infamous 'Black Widow' is unable to find a way to get you out of the contract?" Harry asked, it was hard to stay in Slytherin and not hear about Angela and Blaise's mother. The woman who had had many husbands and apparently killed them all to gain their wealth, Harry wasn't really sure how much of that he believed seeing as Blaise and Angela turned out pretty good for kids that were raised by someone who marries then kills for money. "Either her reputation has been exaggerated or this situation is more complicated than you're letting on."
"Do you believe the stories going around about my mother?" She asked, her voice wasn't an angry one or even a disappointed one, it was pretty much neutral.
"I don't know your mother," Harry shrugged. "I know the stories and I know what I've seen from you and Blaise. I don't think that she's a crazy murderer but with that being said I am not going to form any opinions until I've met her." Harry added.
"Spoken like a true Slytherin," Angela smirked. "but she really can't do anything against my grandfather or his friend, if she could then she would have. Anyway when I was younger I eventually became resigned to enjoying life for as long as I could before I get sent to get married. I spent days crying about it, wondering what would happen when he discovers that I am a siren."
"How bad would that be?"
"Very, but I did eventually discover a way to escape the contract."
"Let me guess, becoming a vassal?" Harry asked in a knowing voice.
"Exactly," Angela nodded. "a vassal lives to serve, and it would remove my grandfather's ability to put me into a contract as I would essentially no longer be a Zabini and instead become your property. Then only you can put me in a marriage contract."
"Okay, I suppose that makes sense but why me?" Harry asked as he ran a hand through his hair. "Why not someone else?"
"I can't become a vassal for anyone else in my family because they're still under my grandfather's rule," Angela began explaining. "and you aren't the first person I've been thinking about asking. You're just the best option."
"What are you..."
"Harry," She cut him off. "look at yourself, do you know what you look like to me?"
"No," Harry said in a confused voice. "what do you see?" He asked, stopping his hand from going up to touch his scar.
"So, so many things." She smiled at him as she took her hands in his own. "Physically, you are attractive, yes even with your scar. You're cute now and I suspect that you will be very handsome when you're older. But that is not all, you're an intelligent boy, a strong wizard and yet you are still kind. The fact that you can resist my allure shows how strong your mind and will is. You were the one who stood up for the Lestrange boy, nobody else did. When I look at you, I see greatness and I want to be a part of it. I don't want to be a simple house wife, a broodmare, I want to become great and I know I can do that with you. We can do that together, Harry, you have great potential and I want to help you reach it." She said, her voice had risen in volume and passion as she spoke. As Harry looked into her eyes he realized that she was being a hundred percent serious, he saw pure devotion in her eyes.
"I...I need to think about this." Harry said after a few moments of silence. "This is a...rather big decision. Can I talk to somebody about it?"
"I understand," Angela nodded in a way that told Harry she had been expecting this answer. "I just want you to know that even if you say no, I will still consider you to be a good friend. And yes, you can talk to someone about it, but just do me a favour and don't mention the siren part, if you can leave out my name then all the better." She stood up and planted a kiss on his forehead before she walked over to the door and undid all of her spells before walking out.
Harry shook his head and span his seat back around to his desk.
"I'll have to ask Tonks for advice." Harry said to himself before he took his quill and continued writing his letter to Tonks.
"Alright mate?" Blaise said as he came in a few moments later. "Hey, was my sister in here?" He asked as he sat down on his bed.
"Yep." Harry answered without looking away from his letter.
"Huh, what did she want?" Blaise asked, this time Harry did look away from his letter and looked Blaise right in the eye.
"She begged to become my slave." Harry said with a straight face.
"Smart ass." Blaise said as he rolled his eyes before picking up a book.
"That I am." Harry nodded before going back to his letter.
It was a a day later when Harry got his response from Tonks, it arrived during breakfast via the one and only Hedwig. Hedwig flew into the hall and landed gracefully on Harry's outstretched arm.
"Hi Hedwig." Harry greeted her with a smile as he removed the letter before he began stroking her.
"Hello Master's pet." Jet greeted Hedwig, a nice side effect from letting Jet 'keep' Daphne was the fact that Jet suddenly became more understanding about the fact that his master had a pet despite having a familiar, because pets were fun. "You look the same as always." Jet couldn't help but add, despite his progress he was still trying to get used to being nice to Hedwig.
"Here you go, girl." Harry said as he handed her a piece of bacon before he took the letter and quickly opened it.
To Hare Bear
Wotcher little bro, nice to hear from you. Are you missing me? Only natural I suppose. Mum and Dad are missing you as well, oh and Jet too, hope the little bugger is doing good. Mad-Eye's pretty impressed with me, he's been teaching me some new spells, can't wait until our rematch, I'm going to kick your cute little arse. As for your 'older girl' problem, I just want to say I knew you were a total flirt. I mean older girls throwing themselves at your feet so they can serve you, I am very impressed.
Dad's looked into the whole thing from a legal point of view, he told me a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo but basically you can legally have a vassal. Mum wanted me to let you know that they are very rare and not many people have them anymore, mostly because not many people wish to become vassals. If you were my vassal then you would have to do pretty much whatever I want, and I have to admit that you would find yourself dressed in a good amount of adorable costumes. So if this girl wants to be your vassal then she is probably very serious about it and has likely spent a lot of time thinking about it.
Mum and Dad are saying the whole usual 'go with your heart', 'do what you think is right'. Me, on the other hand, I'd like to say grab that girl quickly Harry. Come on! An older girl throwing herself at you, asking to be your faithful servant that will do whatever you want, that's like the dream for every boy at your age. Wait a sec...okay, Mum's telling me to be serious so what I am really going to say is you're a good kid, do what you think is best, I trust your judgment. If you don't want to do it then nobody's going to force you into it (I will bloody well curse them if they try), but if you do then I want - no, cross that 'I want' part out and replace it with 'I need'- it confirmed in writing that I'm still your favorite older girl.
Alright, I've got to go now. Do what you think is best and then for Merlin's sakes, write to me about it. Okay, I'm off now. See ya, or if you're reading this at night then good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. Sweet dreams, on the dot, keep having them even if your sleep stops, sleep well, sleep nice, don't get bed lice. Sleep...okay I'm stopping now.
Bye Harry.
From your lovely and incredibly attractive sister, Nym.
P.S: It's a hot older girl Harry, come on!
"Jet, what do you think about all of this?" Harry whispered to Jet.
"I just need to confirm something, you like this girl, yes?" Jet asked.
"Um...yeah, she's nice to me." Harry nodded.
"She's a powerful and pretty witch, correct?"
"Yeah..."
"You would like to help her out, yes?"
"Yeah..."
"This could also benefit you and therefore me in a large way as well, correct?"
"...Yes..."
"Then why the fuck haven't you said 'yes' yet?" Jet said in an exasperated voice. Harry stared at Jet for several long seconds before he looked around until he caught Angela's eye, he gave her a small nod. Her face lit up, having clearly understood what he was saying, Harry returned to his breakfast while Jet began mumbling about silly humans.