Inside the "Viper's Kiss" tavern, the middle-aged witch spied by the Seer's crystal ball was observing the portly owner wiping glasses behind the bar with a sharpness that belied her tired exterior. She was, of course, no ordinary middle-aged witch; that face was merely the result of alchemy and a Transfiguration Charm. Beneath the disguise was a seventh-year Slytherin student named Katherine, though in the magical black market, people knew her better as "The Cat."
Katherine was proficient in various malicious curses and known for her ruthlessness, often taking on "side jobs" during the holidays to earn high tuition fees and purchase magical materials. The recent collaborative heist at Gringotts should have been her biggest income this year, enough to let her live extravagantly until graduation.
Katherine's original plan was indeed to double-cross them. After securing the Galleons, she intended to use a long-prepared "Bone-Shattering Curse" to send her partners to their graves and take all the treasure for herself. She hadn't even bothered to learn their names or backgrounds; in her eyes, they were just temporary, soon-to-be-vanished tools.
However, she severely underestimated that damned, perverted boy.
The moment Katherine uttered the spell, his reaction was ten times faster than she had anticipated. She didn't even see what magic he used, but an irresistible, intensely cold force bypassed all her defenses and acted directly upon her soul. The feeling was like being stuffed alive into a chunk of ten-thousand-year-old ice, freezing even her thought process.
In the final moment before Katherine's consciousness faded, a "Rune of Resurrection" left to her by her mother automatically activated, taking the fatal blow for her. Katherine survived, but the life-saving rune, worth enough to buy half of Diagon Alley, was reduced to dust.
The result: Katherine had worked for over half a month, risked pursuit by the entire Ministry of Magic, only to walk away with zero Galleons and lose her most crucial trump card. Now, she needed money more than ever. With the start of the new school year rapidly approaching, and the end of the month almost here, Katherine had observed that the owner of "Viper's Kiss" habitually deposited all the month's earnings into Gringotts on the last day. This money, though far less than the heist's potential haul, would at least solve her immediate financial crisis.
Katherine raised her glass and downed the fiery, spicy Firewhisky in one gulp. The strong liquor burned her throat but could not quell the irritation and humiliation churning inside her. Outwardly, however, she was calm. Her plain, middle-aged face showed no ripple of emotion.
She placed the empty glass gently on the bar with a crisp clink, a sound almost lost in the tavern's din. With a subtle gesture unnoticed by others, she tipped her chin toward the portly owner behind the bar.
The owner grunted knowingly, grabbed a greasy rag, and lazily wiped the bar in front of her twice, then poured her another glass of amber Firewhisky. As the owner slid the glass over, Katherine reached out, ostensibly to pay for the drink. Her movements were unhurried. She fumbled in her worn robe pocket, pulled out a few Bronze Knuts and one Silver Sickle, and placed them carelessly on the counter.
The Sickle looked no different from the other coins, but as her thumb pushed it across the sticky wooden bar top, the coin's edge flashed with a faint, virtually invisible, azure glow, thinner than a spider silk. The light vanished instantly, appearing to be nothing more than a reflection from a cheap glass lamp.
The owner's fat fingers unhesitatingly raked the coins toward him, tossing them casually into the old, loud, clack-ing cash register behind him.
"Ding!" The cash drawer closed.
Katherine picked up the new glass of liquor but did not drink. She simply ran her finger slowly around the rim, her gaze seemingly unfocused on the swirling liquid inside. Yet, the entirety of her magical perception was locked, along with the Silver Sickle bearing a tracking curse, inside that dark, greasy cash drawer.
The tavern door creaked open again, and a gust of cold air, mixed with the stench of alley garbage, rushed in, prompting a few wizards huddled in the corner to curse in annoyance.
A figure entered. He looked like the most ordinary middle-aged man, dressed in a faded, threadbare robe with frayed cuffs. His hair was sparse, his complexion sallow, and his eyes held the cloudy, vacant look of someone utterly crushed by life. He looked like any down-on-his-luck wizard wandering the streets of London, here only to spend his last few Knuts on a cheap drink that would temporarily drown his sorrows.
Katherine didn't spare him a full glance, merely catching him walking toward the bar in her peripheral vision. The man stopped one space away from her, hesitated, then, as if making up his mind, dragged his heavy feet to stand beside her, pulling out the empty stool closest to her.
"Screeech!" The grating sound of wood scraping the floor instantly tensed Katherine's shoulders. She utterly detested noise that broke her sense of control. She didn't turn her head, but she clearly felt the man sit down. A faint scent of mildewy, old robe mixed with cheap tobacco smoke invaded her personal space. This triggered a wave of inexplicable annoyance. She hated crowds, and she especially hated strangers being this close. In this filthy tavern, any stranger could be a robber seeking easy pickings or an Auror from the Ministry.
But she quickly relaxed. No one would associate her with "The Cat," the minor celebrity of the black market.
After sitting down, the man made no attempt to speak to her, simply muttering listlessly to the bar owner: "One Gillywater." Then he hung his head, staring blankly at his worn boots, like a statue about to weather away.
A pitiful, harmless loser. Katherine quickly filed him away in her mind and dismissed him. Her prey was the fat, slick tavern owner, not this similarly beaten stray dog waiting to be chewed up by life.
She refocused on her plan, completely unaware that the seemingly harmless "loser" beside her, in the depths of his lowered, cloudy eyes, held a cold, keen glint—the look of a hunter observing its prey.
Jerry raised the unremarkable Gillywater cup, the rim covering half his face, but his peripheral vision accurately locked onto the woman beside him. He didn't need to use magic; he just needed to observe.
First, her gaze. In the past three minutes, her eyes, which appeared to be staring at her drink, had unconsciously flicked four times toward the bar owner and the old cash register behind him. It wasn't a casual glance but a predatory, assessing focus.
Second, her payment. He recalled the details of her actions. A wizard strapped for cash, one who needed a disguise to survive in the black market, had intentionally included a Silver Sickle among a few Knuts to pay for a cheap whiskey. This was illogical, unless that Sickle was a marker—a beacon that allowed her to precisely track the money's destination.
Finally, her ordering a second drink. She had barely touched the new liquor, merely running her finger over the rim of the glass. She wasn't drinking; she was creating an excuse to stay. She was waiting.
Waiting for what? Today was near the end of the month. The fat owner would close up the tavern and, with the entire month's earnings, take the road home or to Gringotts. This little wildcat seemed truly desperate for money.
Jerry quickly drained the tasteless Gillywater, letting out a satisfied, watery sigh. He didn't look at Katherine beside him but turned his sallow face toward the busy, portly owner behind the bar.
"Barkeep!" he began in a familiar, gravelly voice. "How's business lately?"
The fat owner didn't lift his head, merely grunted through his nostrils as a response. He was struggling to wipe a finger-smudged glass with a greasy rag.
"Look at this!" Jerry continued self-importantly, pointing toward the dark alley outside the door. "Even those long-eared goblins have gotten smart lately. I went to deposit money this afternoon, guess what?"
That finally piqued the owner's interest slightly. He stopped wiping and glanced at Jerry with the small eyes squeezed into slits by his fat. "Guess what?"
"Gringotts isn't taking deposits at night anymore!" Jerry slapped his thigh. The sound wasn't loud, but everyone nearby could clearly hear it. "They say they lost a huge sum of money. Now, as soon as it gets dark, their vault doors are locked tighter than a Troll's arse! You want to deposit money? Fine, come back tomorrow morning!"
"CLANG!" A jarring crash. It didn't come from Jerry, but from Katherine beside him. Her hand, which had been gently stroking the glass rim, lost control as her body instantly stiffened, her knuckles striking the glass heavily.
The bar owner's face immediately became uglier than sewer sludge. He violently slammed the rag onto the bar, muttering a curse: "Those bloodsucking bastards! They're safe, but we running businesses have to shoulder all the risk?"
Katherine slowly, inch by inch, turned her head. On that middle-aged witch's face, her eyes were fixed on the talkative, down-and-out man beside her. If looks could kill, Jerry would have been flayed a hundred times over. All her plans, her only hope for the night, had been thoroughly shattered by a few casual remarks from this stray dog who appeared out of nowhere.
Jerry seemed completely oblivious to the nearly physical killing intent beside him. He simply displayed a simple, slightly apologetic grin and began fumbling through the pockets of his worn robe.
"Look at me, haven't paid yet..." he mumbled, rooting around for a long time.
Katherine watched coldly, fully expecting him to pull out a few crumpled Knuts. However, in the next second, her pupils violently contracted.
A clear, pleasant "clatter-clatter-clatter" of metal sounded. The man seemed to fumble, and a handful of gleaming golden objects slipped from his pocket, scattering across the greasy, dirty bar top.
Not Knuts, nor Sickles. They were a dozen or so sparkling, genuine Galleons. They tumbled under the dim light, radiating a deadly allure that silenced the entire tavern.
"Oops, butterfingers." Jerry grinned, displaying a seemingly foolish smile. With his calloused hands, he clumsily gathered the gold coins, leaving only one on the bar. "Barkeep, for the water." He said, "Keep the change. I'll be back tomorrow!"
Jerry turned to leave amidst the owner's fawning thanks. His figure was swallowed by the night as the bar door squeaked open, but Katherine's gaze never left his swaying pocket, stuffed with Galleons. Tonight, this money was definitely not destined for tomorrow.
Katherine slipped out from the tavern's shadows like a ghost, silently. Transfiguration and a Disillusionment Charm provided her with perfect cover. Her steps were lighter than Jerry's, like a real cat, soundlessly following the swaying bag of money.
She followed him until the end of the alley, where the path forked and the lighting was sparse. There were no other pedestrians, only a few stray cats rummaging through garbage. It was time.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Katherine whispered. Accompanied by a faint glow from her wand tip, a cold spell shot accurately toward Jerry's back.
Jerry fell defenselessly, hitting the slick cobblestones with a muffled thud. As he fell, the money bag he should have been clutching rolled away, scattering Galleons with a tinkling sound.
Katherine did not approach immediately, waiting cautiously for a moment. Only after confirming he was motionless did she slowly reveal herself, step by step, walking up to Jerry's side. She looked down at the "unconscious" man, her eyes alight with greed for the gold.
She bent down, reaching for Jerry's pocket, wanting to see if there were any more surprises inside.
However, the moment her fingertip touched his robe pocket, the eyes of the supposedly "unconscious" Jerry snapped open. The light within them instantly became sharp, filled with a cold, sober mockery.
"You really are an unforgiving little wildcat." His gravelly voice now carried a deep, oppressive magnetism.
Katherine yanked her hand back. An "Expelliarmus" instinctively shot from her mouth, sparks erupting from her wand tip. However, Jerry seemed to have anticipated it. His elbow instantly slammed into the ground, and his body executed a swift roll, narrowly dodging the spell. Simultaneously, his left hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing Katherine's ankle.
"Frigus Ossium!" (Bone-Chilling Ice Curse)
A force of biting cold burst from his fingertips, directly attacking her leg. Katherine felt half her body instantly numb, as if plunged into ice water. Furious and shocked, she struggled, wildly swinging her wand. A Finite Incantatem and a Crucio flew toward Jerry simultaneously.
The two spells violently collided in the confined space, erupting in blinding sparks and a shockwave. The powerful impact jolted Katherine backward several steps. The Transfiguration Charm on her face became unstable, violently distorting due to the magical shock. Her face flickered between the middle-aged witch and the Slytherin girl, before finally dissolving with a snap after a blurred tremor, revealing Katherine's young, enraged face.
Jerry had already stood up, brushing off non-existent dust from his robe. His free right hand casually snatched something from the air—a black, mirror-smooth pebble that instantly flashed with an azure light. He aimed the faintly glowing Pensieve Stone at Katherine, flicked his finger, and flashed a smile full of unconcealed, malicious glee at her twisted face:
"Say cheese!"
That flippant "Say cheese" was like a fuse, instantly igniting the thread called "reason" in Katherine's mind.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A sickly green light, accompanied by a soul-tearing shriek, shot violently from her wand tip.
In that instant, the smile on Jerry's face completely froze. His movement to dodge was slow, slow enough for Katherine to clearly see his disguise shatter like thin ice, revealing the young, handsome boy's face.
It was him! It was really him!
The shock of recognition brought a hatred deeper than fury. Katherine's body trembled with the intensity of her emotion, wanting only to tear this little bastard limb from limb.
Yet, Jerry simply looked at her, his eyes devoid of emotion, filled only with the cold cruelty of someone provoked.
Avada Kedavra! You know quite a lot.
He simply snorted contemptuously, not even pointing his wand at her, but waving it dismissively. An invisible, raging force, imbued with a one hundred percent Spell Critical hit, slammed into Katherine's slender body.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" (A crude, powerful force-blast variant)
"Ugh!" Katherine didn't even have time to utter a full scream. Her whole body was thrown backward like a rag doll hit by a Troll, slamming heavily against the alley wall with a muffled thud. She then slid down onto the ground like mud, only muffled groans escaping her throat.
Jerry walked slowly toward her, his steps heavy and purposeful, each one sounding like it landed on Katherine's heart. He simply raised his wand and pointed it at the girl lying on the ground. Countless dazzling blue electrical arcs materialized out of thin air, instantly wrapping around Katherine's young body like a swarm of violent vipers.
"Fulgur Rota!" (Electrical Current)
The electricity ravaged her limbs. Every muscle convulsed violently and tightened under the high-voltage current. The girl's body twitched uncontrollably on the ground, her mouth opening and closing futilely, producing broken, hoarse shrieks distorted by the electricity.
"You... bastard! You, you little... degenerate!"
Jerry's gaze turned utterly cold, the last hint of playfulness gone. He ignored her curses, looking down at her as if admiring a toy he had personally dismantled. He raised his wand and, with a gesture of utter contempt, casually flicked it at Katherine's body.
"SSSHHHHRIP!"
Accompanied by the grating sound of fabric being violently torn, Katherine's wizard's robe and all the undergarments beneath it instantly turned into countless flying fragments, settling in the dirty puddle.
Naked. The girl's young, firm body, now covered in red scorch marks from the electricity, was humiliatingly exposed to the cold air and dim light of Serpent's Alley without an inch of covering. Her breasts trembled involuntarily from the electrical stimulation, her youthful nipples slightly hardened in the cold wind.
Jerry bent down, his fingers cold, ruthlessly pinching her chin to force her to look up and meet his eyes, which were now completely devoid of warmth. Then, his free hand slowly moved down, his fingertips touching one full breast with a nearly profane gentleness.
The warm contact contrasted sharply with the numbing cold of the electricity surging through her body. His thumb pad rubbed slowly, with a slight roughness, over her youthful, resilient nipple, kneading the already hardened bud.
Katherine's body arched in shame and residual electrical stimulation. Her breast was roughly kneaded, and a never-before-felt sensation, a mix of pain and strange, electric tingling, shot from her chest throughout her body. She wanted to struggle, to scream, but her body was completely out of control, left to the mercy of the current raging inside her and the cold hand wantonly playing with her.
"Now, smile for the camera. Say cheese!" Jerry's cold, calm voice echoed in her ear like a curse.
His free left hand raised the black Pensieve Stone again. The azure light flickered in the night, like a cold eye, continuously capturing Katherine's twisted face and her completely exposed, abused body.
"Click... Click..."
The sound of the shutter was exceptionally clear in the silent alley, each snap sounding like the tolling of Katherine's dignity.
An uncontrollable rush of heat suddenly surged from deep within her body, instantly soaking the skin of her inner thighs. The warm fluid trickled down her pale upper thighs, mixing with the cold puddle in the alley, spreading outward. A faint, musky odor began to subtly permeate the air.
She watched helplessly as her body completely betrayed her in front of Jerry, watching the wet stain spread beneath her. The sheer helplessness and sense of complete violation were more agonizing than any electrical burn.
"Click." The azure light flashed again, precisely capturing her soaked thighs and her abused chest.
"Very beautiful." He pinched the other nipple, scraping it lightly with his nail, feeling the small bud harden further under the stimulation. It seemed even the electricity couldn't completely numb that most sensitive nerve.
"Click." Another blue flash.
"Don't look at me like that." Jerry's voice was very soft, but it carried an undeniable command. "You should be thanking me. After all, you might soon lose even the value of being photographed."
The last few words, like a cold blade, sliced directly across Katherine's heart. The extreme chill in his tone, utterly calm, felt colder than any curse. Being hit by Avada Kedavra—every wizard knew what that meant. Even if his mind had been driven mad by various magical experiments, he would be terrified by the green light of Avada Kedavra.
Katherine's body was still twitching uncontrollably on the ground. The humiliation of her recent incontinence had not yet subsided. Now, the genuine fear of death overwhelmed her like a tide. She did not have a second Rune of Resurrection—no! The value of such a rune could buy half of Diagon Alley. If Jerry truly wanted to, she would die, truly and completely die right here, in this cold alley, under the perverted abuse of this boy.
Katherine's pupils dilated with extreme terror, her face deathly pale, making even the red electrical burns seem less noticeable. She wanted to scream, to beg, but only broken, dying animal whimpers could escape her throat, choked by the paralysis of her body and the fear in her heart. She tried to raise her hand, managing only an imperceptible twitch of her fingers.
"I'm... I'm sorry..." She finally squeezed out two muffled words, her voice barely audible, thick with sobs and pleading.
Jerry's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, clearly impatient with her display of weakness.
Jerry bent down, his free hand shooting out, and with a non-negotiable roughness, he forced his fingers directly into Katherine's half-open, tear-choked mouth. Several fingers pried open her teeth and thrust deep into her oral cavity. His rough fingers instantly suppressed her warm, wet tongue, pressing against her sensitive soft palate, preventing her from making any coherent sounds. Her breathing became rapid due to the violation. "Mewling" sounds of protest came from her throat. Saliva, mixed with involuntary tears, streamed down the sides of his fingers and her mouth.
Jerry's thumb pad, with a malicious, playful motion, slowly explored the depths of her mouth, feeling the soft texture of her tongue and the slickness of her inner cheek. He then pressed hard deep in her mouth, commanding and threatening: "Say your name. Don't try to lie."
Katherine's body convulsed. The foreign object deep in her mouth and the rough texture of Jerry's fingers strained every nerve. Tears smeared her face. Her voice, filled with extreme distress and fear, was muffled but intelligible as it squeezed between Jerry's fingers: "Kath... Katherine Miran... I'm, I'm sorry..."
Her tongue, trembling with fear, instinctively and ingratiatingly, gently licked Jerry's fingers with a wet warmth. The docile, yet desperate, action was an attempt to quell the cold fury in his eyes. Her mouth was warm and wet, completely enveloping Jerry's fingertips, her soft tongue massaging them, an instinctive act of submission.
Jerry's expression shifted slightly, his fingers registering the almost fawning, slick sensation, but his face remained cold. He was about to say something more when he heard a soft tap, tap coming from deeper in the alley. Footsteps, and more than one, were approaching.
Jerry's eyes instantly sharpened. He abruptly pulled his fingers from the warmth deep in Katherine's mouth. Katherine's body stiffened, her mouth feeling suddenly empty. Saliva ran down the corners of her mouth, leaving a wet trail on her chin.
"Now, you belong to me." Jerry said in a low, unquestionable voice. He didn't even give Katherine a chance to reply. He instantly bent down, one hand gripping her still-twitching waist, the other clasping her soft neck.
He failed to lift her on the first try. Jerry then remembered his disguise had been broken. He had reverted to his original appearance. Jerry immediately cast a Strength Enhancement Charm on himself. Only then was he able to successfully lift Katherine from the ground.
Katherine's naked body was pressed tightly against his, her skin, which had been shivering in the cold wind, now sparked a different kind of tingling from Jerry's small but forceful embrace. Her breasts were squeezed against Jerry's chest, her two hardened nipples rubbing against Jerry's clothes through her skin, creating an indescribable stimulation. She could clearly feel the strength in his arm and the undeniable control.
The surrounding light instantly twisted. A feeling of spatial distortion and squeezing hit her ears. With a familiar pop, the two vanished from the dirty alley.
In the next second, a wave of dizziness hit Katherine. Before she could adjust to the sight before her, an aroma, completely unlike the alley's stench and carrying a faint magical essence, rushed into her nostrils.
"THUD!" She was roughly thrown onto a cold marble floor by Jerry.
Above her was a high, arched dome. Walls shimmered with faint light, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lay a pitch-black wilderness.
"Blackfeather Manor welcomes you, Miss Katherine Miran."
"Now you might want to consider what use you still have, enough to ensure you leave here alive..."