Harry Potter, Game Jumper

Harry gazed at his vainquished foe. His body was sore and aching, his arm was numb from blocking strikes and from whipping the werewolf girl.

At first, he had wanted to finish her off, but after seeing her in that state, fearfull, in pain, and clearly surrendering, he decided to spare her life. He had not just defeated his enemy, he had dominated her. After all those years being put down, having been taken advantage of, and with the previous school year, being hated for something he wasn't responsible for, he relished on this new feeling of freedom and power. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, ignoring the unpleasant smells in the room, exhaled deeply and opened his eyes.

In that moment, the naive griffindor lacking in self-esteem was dealt a critical blow and started to crumble. In its place, a griffindor with the ambition and self-preservation of a slytherin started to rise. He would gain the power to achieve his independance, he would no longer let someone else dictate his life for him, and he would no longer suppress himself for someone else without serious cause.

Looking at the beaten opponent, Harry decided to keep her as prisoner. It also helped that she was eye-candy despite her current state.

He turned his attention to the red haired nacked beauty that was still chained. She looked back at him with wonder, fear and hope at the same time. Harry was gazing at her, partially admiring her n.a.k.e.d beauty, but also being amazed at the fact that she was supposed to be the heroin of a video-game, and reminding him that he had somehow entered the game. He looked one last time at his defeated foe, and moved toward the one he knew was called Raidy.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a tired voice, before mentally scolding himself for asking such a stupid question.

"...*********? *************" she replied.

Harry stoped and stared at her. Despite looking like an european girl, the girl spoke in an asian language, and he couldn't tell if it was chinese or japanese. He also remembred that when he came upon them, they weren't speaking english, and he didn't notice it because he had been shocked by what was going on.

"I'm sorry but I don't understand what you're saying." 'Is that because the game was asian?'

He got near her and looked at the chains holding her up, and trying hard not to let let his eyes wander over the rest of her body. The girl herself was too tired and beaten to care about her modesty at that point, she just wanted to be saved.

Harry saw that the cuffs were locked, and tried a simple "alohomara" on them. They opened, and before the girl could crumble to the floor Harry caugh her by sheer reflex. He also hurt his already hurting arms more. The girl weakly warped her arms around his neck and let her head rest on his shoulder. Because of his own tiredness, he was holding tightly on her, meaning her n.a.k.e.d body was firmly pressed against him.

His blood rushed both way, and his little member started to harden again. She felt it and got both embarrassed and worried, but she couldn't do much about. She tried to stand on her own feet, and Harry helped her. Then he slowly helped her toward one of the chairs in the room and let her sit. Putting his embarrass.e.m.e.nt aside, he checked her wounds. They were mostly bruises and shallow cuts. Most bleeding had stopped. For the most serious wounds, he tried a spell he had learned the past school year.

"Episkey" he said while placing his fingers on the wound.

Raidy released a startled squeak as the pain receeded and the wound closed. Harry could only use it for cut, and it was a very basic healing charm. He couldn't do much for the rest of her injuries. Then he turned toward the werewolf girl. She was still on the ground, but sitting instead curling in foetal position. She was looking at him, and when she saw him look back she hastly lowered her head and made herself smaller. Harry was satisfied by her reaction.

He straightned himslef and looked around. He found several manacles and chockers around, along with the chains. He took a pair of manacles, one of the chokers, and a chain, and went toward the werewolf girl. Seeing him getting near her, she got frightened again. He hastly took her arms and put the manacles on. He locked them with a whispered colloportus, surprising both girls. He let her arms drop and put the choker on her neck, with the chain attached to it. He appreciated the fact that she didn't try to resist.

While he enjoyed the view of the 2 n.a.k.e.d girls, he wanted them clothed. He didn't want to have a permanent woody. He saw Raidy's orange leotard on the ground, along with various pieces of armor. The leotard was obviously ripped, and wouldn't cover the most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e areas. The werewolf girl clothes were torn as well. He grabbed them in each hand.

"Reparo" he intoned while concentrating on Raidy's leotard.

The spell worked, and he presented the pretty redhead with her clothing. She took it with a gratefull smile, and Harry couldn't help but watch as she slowly put it back on. The spell wasn't perfect, and the leotard had become a bit smaller than before. It was hugging her body so tightly that it didn't matter much wether she was n.a.k.e.d or not. It was even more exciting for Harry to see her dressed. As she continued to dress herself, Harry restored the werewolf girl loincloth and handed it to her. Despite having her hand cuffed, she was able to put it back on by sitting and tying it one side at a time.

Soon enough, both girls were ready to move. Raidy had recovered her sword and moved near him, seemingly waiting for his instructions. Harry looked at her and pointed his thumb at himself. It was about time they introduced themselves.

"Harry."

"Raidy" she answered with a happy smile.

Harry turned toward the werewolf girl with a hard stare, and she flinched a little before answering.

"... Fonfon."