Harry Potter: Encounter with the King of the Monsters By: DJ Rodriguez   (Author’s Notes: Hi everyone. Listen, the reason I deleted my two HP fics was because I felt that they were not working out at all. So, I’m making a new Harry/Harem fanfic. This time, my new and more experienced interest is seeing the Boy-Who-Lived meeting up close and personal with my all-time, #1 icon… Godzilla!!   Darien: This fanfic will feature Harry and four older, mature women. The first lucky lady for the fic is Narcissa Malfoy-Black, the blonde bombshell herself. Next is Bellatrix Lestrange-Black, a lovely yet deadly beauty. Next is Fleur Delacour, a quarter Veela that can still be sexy and useful in most situations. The final lady in this game is Nymphadora Tonks, the Metamorph who can turn into anyone and still kick ass!   DJ: I’m assuming that since this takes place after the DoM saga, the timeline is set at 1992 or 1993. If not, then correct me in the reviews and I’ll rewrite it. In any case, this takes place also in the Godzilla universe where the mighty monster is lying the sea floor after his fight with Mecha-King Ghidorah.   Now, on with the fanfic!)  

Prologue

  Harry James Potter was not having a good day, not at all. He was currently outside in the garden, trimming it and also making sure that the plants and flowers were in good order. Supervising from the window was one Petunia Dursely, a woman that had the face and personality of a jackass. Her husband Vernon was at work, surprising on how he could get in his car considering his girth. And Dudley was at busy training in his boxing classes at the gym, and that’s saying something since he’s as fat as a pig and slower then molasses.   Harry was cross, not only at his “family” for ignoring the wizards’ warning to treat him better but also at the Ministry and Order as well. The young man saw his “guards” underneath Invisibility cloaks, and found out that they would do nothing if he was abused in the home. He was angry at the Ministry for their incompetence at handling the news of Voldemort’s return, and at Dumbledore for ordering him to stay with his relatives. ‘Dumb old man. Says it’s for my protection from outside forces. Feh, I bet the idiot never considered danger from within. Oh well.’ he thought as he pulled out the weeds.   In addition to not being able to go out, he found out from some of the chattering guards that Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Neville were receiving special training from Dumbledore and some of his Order members. Now that got the teenager really hot under the collar! ‘Here I am, not even being trained to take on Voldemort when the prophecy says so, while my friends are receiving training from Aurors!’ he thought fiercely. Adding fuel to the already burning fire was the letters he received from his “friends”. They never mentioned anything about their training, and would seem to keep their messages short. His fire was burning bright, and yet he had no way to release it without setting off the alarms.   Harry finished with the bushes and went inside the home to wash up. Petunia screeched at him to clean the gutters on top of the house and to make his owl stop hooting from upstairs. “Honestly, that freakish bird of yours should be shot and stuffed!” she said aloud. Next thing she knew was that she was pinned on the kitchen floor, feeling a burning sensation on her throat. She saw Harry looming over her, his green eyes just aflame with built-up anger and resentment. His left hand was around her neck, squeezing it tight. She was about to demand that he get off of her when his grip tightened, and the burning sensation increased.   ‘What the-?! It feels like… fire? Fire?!’ she thought. Indeed, peering down with what limited vision she had due to her position, she could see Harry’s hand slightly glowing orange red. “Now listen here, you stupid horse of an aunt. Don’t you ever… EVER threaten my bird. My friend Hedwig. She’s the only thing I have left as a true friend, and I will not tolerate any threats on her life.” Harry spoke out forcefully. Petunia struggled to get up, but it seemed that Harry had gotten stronger then last time.   He continued “Look, I’m tired with this shit you and the others have put on me ever since I could walk. Now, I’m going to go upstairs to freshen up and take a nap. After that, I’m leaving this hellhole and the idiots who live in it.” He released his hold on her, the woman gasping for her and feeling the flesh on her neck. As she thought, the skin had darkened considerably and it looked like she got a tan in that area. Harry started to walk away from her and out of the kitchen, but the muggle just didn’t learn her lesson the first time.   She screamed and lunged at Harry, hoping to take him down and beat him within an inch of his life like when he was little. Too bad for her that he took Qudditch lessons, and also fought off powerful adversaries. His instincts kicked in, spinning around fast and launching a bolt of pure magic at the crazy woman! He didn’t even have his wand out! Mrs. Dursley was hit by the bolt of lighting, and was sent back crashing into the kitchen table. She was knocked out-cold and would still be unconscious for the rest of the day.   “Idiot.” Harry muttered to the prone woman as he went upstairs. Inside his brain, he was reeling. He had just performed a feat of magic, one he had never done before! ‘It was like… all of my pent-up anger and frustration was sent into my fingertips!’ he thought as he went to the bathroom to take a shower. As he bathed in the warm waters, he considered that his magical core was like his emotions. It was building up so fast and needed to be released, and his little encounter with Petunia triggered it somehow. “Heh, it would be cool to zap Tom Riddle like that.” he said to himself. He turned off the water after thirty minutes, drying himself off quick.   He went back to his small room and started to pack, Hedwig hooting at him in concern. Over the years, Harry had learned to be empathetic and could soon understand the emotions that his feathery friend gave off. The young man stroked her feathers lovingly and said “I’m fine girl, I’m fine. I just let out some steam, that’s all. Now, I need to pack so we can leave soon.” He packed in most of his belongings in his trunk, shrunk them down with his wand, pocketed it and got Hedwig into her cage. Making sure that no one was looking, he put on his Invisibility cloak and made his way down… via the windowsill.   He was able to jump onto a nearby branch of a tree, climb down to the ground, and got some good distance from the neighborhood. “Thank God the cloak didn’t slip off after that jump.” Harry muttered to himself. As soon as he was far away from Surrey as possible, he held his wand up and shortly the Knight Bus arrived. Paying a galleon, and an extra two galleons for keeping Stan quiet, Harry was on his way to the Leaky Cauldron. ‘First things first, I need to go to Gringotts and get some money out. I need a vacation badly, despite what that looney Headmaster thinks.’ he thought.   ~Back at Riddle Manor~   In the dark depths of the cold home of Tom Marvolo Riddle, a.k.a Voldemort, in a small chamber lay a shivering and convulsing beauty. Her name was Bellatrix Lestrange, wife to Roldolphus and second-in-command to Voldemort. However, there was something that an extremely few people know about. She did not join the Evil side willingly. Rather, her family and in-laws forced her into it. As of now, the effects of the Imperious potion was wearing off on her. It was an extremely rare, but highly illegal potion that worked in exact tangiem with the Imperious curse.   The potion put the drinker in a highly susceptible state, were it took an extremely strong and unyielding will of iron and steel to resist its effects. The potion would last for five years, but when time ran out or an antidote was given, the victim would be feeling very queasy from feeling the effects gone. Bellatrix had the bad luck to be given the potion on her wedding night to her husband, thanks not only to him but to her mother as well. Bellatrix had been under the potion’s effects for years, a certain sneaky snake by the name of Snape supplying the potion to Voldemort and Roldolphus. Thus shortly as the potion wore off, it was applied to her again.   But now, the aftermath of her fight with her cousin Sirius managed to strengthen her will to fight and it was working. The potion was starting to wear out, and so far nobody had noticed it. She was racked with convulsions, trying hard to ride out this wave of pain. ‘Just a little bit longer!’ she screamed in her mind, trying to fight it off as long as possible. In a few minutes, her convulsions ebbed away. She had done it! She managed to break the potion early! She was panting hard on the bed, tired but pleased at the same time. She smiled, feeling a sense of freedom she hadn’t felt in years.   She heard some footsteps clacking on the stone floor, and it was steadily getting louder. ‘Someone’s coming!’ she thought before scurrying to where the door opened and pressed tightly against the wall. The door creaked open and coming in was none other then Snape himself, carrying a vial filled with white-clear liquid. “Okay Bellatrix, time for your…” Snape was saying when his voice died in his throat. He was now frantically searching the chamber, wondering on where Bellatrix was. “Where is that psychotic idiot?” he muttered to himself.   “Right here, bastard!” Bellatrix yelled out as she flung the door back and launched herself at him. Let it be know that while Snape is a better then average dueler, it doesn’t mean jack in a muggle brawl. Bellatrix knocked the vial away, sending it to the floor and pleased to see it get smashed. Snape reached for his wand, but the woman knocked that away as well. The greasy Potions Master tried to get Bellatrix off of him, sadly he was not strong enough. The Amazon kicked him in the jewels, punched him in the gut, and finally lifted him up and slammed him down on the stone floor. Snape was about to hiss in pain, but one good kick to the head knocked him out-cold.   “That’s for everything you put me through, you fool!” Bellatrix hissed venomously at the prone form. She knew that he was going to be missed after a certain amount of time had passed. She lifted him up, laid him down on her bed, and covered him up with a sheet. She took his wand and snapped it in half. Taking her own wand from the shelf nearby, she put on a cloak and went upstairs. She knew she couldn’t apperate due to the wards that were around the property and portkeys were also restricted. ‘I have to get far away from here as possible! To go beyond the property line and apperate to safety!’ she thought as she continued to go up.   After reaching the base level of the structure, she looked around to find no one here. Not even Voldemort’s pet snake Nagina was around. Thanking her good fortune, she quietly and carefully slipped out the front door and made her way through the Graveyard-like front yard. As she made her way to the gate, she considered on what her next course of action might be. ‘The only one who can help me is my sister Cissy. But she’s married to that accused Lucius…’ she thought, when something hit her. The blonde jerk was at Azkaban prison, thanks to the Potter kid and his friends at the DoM! “Hold on Cissy, Bella is coming to visit!” she whispered to herself. As soon as both of her feet touched the outside ground past the gates, she apperated away to the Malfoy Manor.   ~Malfoy Manor~   Narcissa was in a foul mood. Her idiot of a husband got carried away in one of Voldemort’s plans, was taken down by school kids, and was now going to Azkaban prison. Her son Draco did not take the news well, and like every spoiled brat, was whining on how purebloods should not go to prison. “This is just bloody great! What else could happen?!” she exclaimed in her bedchambers. Narcissa was regretting the day that she ever married Lucius all those years ago. It looked to be a promising union at first, but after the wedding night things went downhill from there. Lucius wasted many of the Malfoy fortune with the Dark Lord’s plans, and now they barely had enough to make ends meet.   “Sometimes I wish Bella was here with me. My sister and I… the Black Sisters, would know how to get out of this mess.” the pretty  blonde whispered to herself. In the next instant, a popping sound came from behind and Mrs. Malfoy turned swiftly around with her wand ready. Pretty face she might be, Narcissa was a very skilled duelist. Her eyes widened considerably to see that the person behind her was her sister. “Bella!” she exclaimed before going over to hug her. Let it be known that while the two acted dignified and snobby in public, they let themselves go in private and just be like normal sisters. It was a happy reunion for both of them.   “Cissy, its so good to see you again!” Bellatrix declared. In truth, it had been awhile since they met. Last time they really met like this was before Cissy’s wedding. Narcissa asked on what happened, and that’s when the raven-haired beauty darkly retold her tale.. From her wedding night, to the day she was given doses of the potion, to the duel between her and Sirius at the DoM, her fight between her and Snape, to this moment. Narcissa was angry with the Dark Lord, her husband for having knowledge of this and partaking in the brainwashing, and also with Snape. “Bella, its so good to see you out of the hands of those rat bastards.” Cissy whispered fiercely. She was protective of her sister after all, no matter how many years had passed.   “Cissy, we need to get out of here. We need to go to Gringotts and file for divorce. I no longer want to be a Lestrange. I want to be a Black again. Come on, let’s bring back the Black Sisters!” Bellatrix urged. It was a prospecting idea indeed. Cissy would be free again, no longer tied down to Malfoy tradition and also be able to make her own fortune again. “But Bella, where do we go after we are free from our husbands? What comes next?” she asked. Bellatrix shrugged her shoulders and answered that she did not know, but it had to be better then what they were in now. The blonde beauty agreed on that part.   “Draco is too spoiled for his own good, he wouldn’t listen to me even if I tried. If I leave here, its more then likely his godfather Snape would take him in.” Narcissa said to herself. After carefully weighing in the pros and cons, it was decided. Without hesitation, Narcissa packed her belongings in a suitcase. She also took some precious jewels and money from her husband’s room, just to get back at him of course. In ten minutes, she was all packed and ready to go. She took one last look at her bedroom, slightly sad to leave it and the rest of the house behind. “Good luck Draco, I hope you’re more levelheaded then that idiot of a father of yours.” she whispered. Taking Bellatrix by the shoulder, they apperated to Gringotts.   ~At Grimmalud Place~   A very disgruntled Auror was packing her suitcase in one of the rooms left to her by her cousin. Nymphadora Tonks was pissed off big time, mostly towards the Order of the Phoenix. When arriving at Sirius’s home shortly after his death, she was happy to be part of Dumbledore’s force. Sure it was a vigilante force and she was still working for the Ministry, but she felt it was for a just cause. However, things started to go sour when Dumbledore told her and the Aurors Kingsley Shacklebolt and “Mad-Eye” Moody about them training the kids. Mainly Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood. When she inquired on when Harry would be brought in for lessons, she was shocked to receive the answer that he was not coming.   Tonks was livid. ‘That kid did a lot for us, and has more potential to be one of the best! Why isn’t he involved with us?!’ was the question that ran through her mind. Especially on training days. To her embarrassment, the ones she was teaching were more or less of a joke. Ron and Hermione were not good at advanced dueling, and seemed to remain strictly to low-level minor curses and spells. They were simply not made for war. Hermione exceeded on knowledge and facts, and Ron had an aptitude for stradegy. However, that was basically it. They were good off the field, on it they were not much.   Neville and Luna were the only ones that showed the potential to become world-class Aurors. Neville was armed with a newly made wand from Ollivanders, and Luna was a serious fighter. Ginny showed promise, but not by much. All three of them were hesitant and nervous when they learned that their friend Harry would not be coming to train with them. The rest of the Order agreed with Dumbledore that Harry should be left alone to mourn his godfather’s passing and also to be kept safe. But this did not fool Tonks. “That bastard is up to something! But what is it?” she whispered to herself. Being undercover so many times honed in her skills as a lie detector, and her senses screamed at her telling that Dumbledore had an ulterior motive.   Once her stuff was packed up, she went downstairs to take the Floo access. “Nymphadora, where are you going?” a grandfatherly voice asked. Tonks turned around was now facing Dumbledore and Remus. The werewolf was still looking sad, an air of sorrow around him. ‘It was bad enough for Sirius to die, and now the situation with Harry has made him even more down.’ Tonks thought. She shook her head slightly to clear it and answered that she was going on a vacation. “Amelia said that I had some time off and should use it. And after what’s happened here, I’m going to take it.” she explained.   Dumbledore sighed and approached her. The metamorph backed off a bit, wanting some space. “Tonks, please be reasonable. You still have the kids to train.” Dumbledore pleaded. Tonks sighed and replied “Dumbledore, with all due respect, no way. I’m too stressed and tired to train those rookies properly. Let someone else take over.” It was a half-lie to be precise. She was too tired and stressed out, but she wouldn’t train those six if her life depended on it. Tonks went to the Floo fireplace, and before Dumbledore could say or do anything, she took some powder and blasted off to her destination; Gringotts. She needed to get some money out and to finance her trip.   The Headmaster of Hogwarts sighed, mumbling to himself on plans going astray. He straightened out and turned to Remus. “My friend, I think its time you taught the children. You have worked with them before, and have learned greatly from you.” he told him. The weary middle-aged man nodded his head, saying that he would train them. However, a massive amount of guilt was stirring in his heart. ‘Harry should be here to profit from the training. He needs some space I know, but he also needs friends and family in this time of need.’ the werewolf thought. He left the living room to go tell the kids of the situation.   ~In France~   Across from the U.K., someone else was leaving too. At the Delacour manor, a large area that looked to be something out of one of the old French historical books, one Fleur Delacour was packing for a trip to a foreign land. She had graduated from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic at the top of her class. She held much potential to becoming a great witch, and was told of the fact that she could be a natural enchantress due to her level of power and the Veela blood coursing through her veins. Her grandmother told her of a place out in the East were magical beings of great talent learned there, and coaxed her to going there for the summer to learn all she could.   “Big sister, are you ready yet?” a small voice called out from behind her door. Fleur smiled and gestured for her sister to come in. Gabrielle came in, and ran to hug her sibling. The small girl was growing into a beautiful pre-teen, and it showed in her figure and attitude. ‘It won’t be long until you start attracting boys left and right, Gabby.’ Fleur thought was a chuckle. However, she knew that Gabrielle was interested in only one boy. A special one that also had a place in her own heart. The young man’s name was Harry Potter, a British wizard who was more noble and caring then any of the wizards she had seen in Britain and in her own country.   “Fleur, are you almost ready to go?” Gabby asked. Fleur showed her trunk and said that she needed to pack one last thing. “Come, I’ll show you my special treasure.” she told her small sister. The pale-blonde beauty went to her dresser and opening the drawer that held her… unmentionables, she took out a small picture. Gabrielle took it and was amazed to see it was a wizarding picture of Harry Potter, the day after the First Task in the Tri-wizard Tournament. “H-How did you get this?!” Gabby exclaimed. Harry was her hero, and she wanted a picture of him for a long while. While popular in the U.K., he was not much known in France.   Fleur smiled and said that she would not tell, in a teasing sort of manner. “I’m taking this picture with me to give me strength, and to remind me of his character.” she told her sister. Harry had character that was very admirable to the quarter-Veela; he used his acrobatic skills to take on a very fearsome dragon, saved his sister even though she was not his quarry, and finally brought back Cedric Diggory’s body even though he had a chance to escape on his own unharmed. He was a hero in every sense of the word to the Delacour sisters, and Fleur was very much in love with him. Despite Bill Weasley courting her, it just didn’t feel complete in her instincts.   “Will you write to me whenever you can?” Gabrielle asked. Fleur smiled, bent down and gave her sister two kisses on the cheeks. “I will write to you whenever I can Gabby. That I promise you.” she answered. The two gave each other a nice long hug, when Fleur’s mother stepped in on the scene. She informed her that her flight to her destination was about to take on passengers. “Fleur, take care of yourself okay? Just be safe.” her mother informed her before giving her a hug. Fleur said she would be okay, and after saying good-bye to them all, vanished in a flash of fire. Not impressive as what phoenixes did, but cool nonetheless.   It has begun! All of the forces were in motion. They would not meet until they reached their destination. And even there, they would not truly meet until they were brought together by an unbelievable event. Their destination? The one place on Earth that is truly incredible, cultural, and crazy to boot. Its name… Japan!   (Author’s Notes: So, what do you all think of this fanfic?   Darien: During the time right now, Japan is busy trying to search for the body of Mecha-King Ghidorah. It will fall in line with the movie, so I’ll have to completely ignore the Half-Blood Prince saga.   DJ: Here is a something for all of you there. Give and name any and all reason for the girls to fall in love with Harry, and why. Just something for all of you to pass the time for now.   R&R, no flames, enjoy, and leave long reviews!)