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pan2000Matt, going to Godric's Hollow, is appalled from what he sees. He knows he built his good name on a lie and isn't so refreshing in reality, but at least he didn't have anyone making giant statues and banners that said "I love Matt Engarde" all over the damn city.
The wards everywhere are made to repel only certain people. But Matt was not part of this world. He did think, though, he could fit in.
The Dryad Brigade guide the innocent actor to their lord and master.
"Oh, Harry is a great hero. He saved our lives during a raid, and gave us beauty and riches!"
"He saved your lives? Like, from whom, dude?"
"From... the defenses of the city? He was a great man to spare us and allow us to join his Dryad Brigade!"
Matt's mask slips for a moment, even though he does not reveal what's under the hair and cheerful persona yet. "So, basically, he spared you in exchange of making you breed his children? And due to saving your lives from a crisis he himself created he is entitled to rape you and force you to enjoy it all the time?"
Daphne starts shaking. "But... it was either that or being raped by Voldemort's men! We couldn't escape rape anywhere!"
"Oh, that's like, utterly repulsive, dude! But here the leader isn't Voldemort, ain't that right? His law doesn't belong here!"
"F... for some reason, the city did pass this breeding law and everyone in Britain supported it."
Inside, Matt was furious. "Because Juan just hates me, my ex killed herself and I felt nothing, and yet this is so wrong I want to stop this. These girls seem to be children, and their hero has made them sex slaves.
Maybe I should use the awful truths at the wrong people and place. At this point, doing what Celeste did is a mercy for them."
But his outburst has made Daphne questioning what is happening. "Does the Boy Who Lived truly care about us?"
The rest of the Slytherin girls had the same thoughts. They started considering this wrong and not so enjoyable anymore.
When Matt finally reaches Harrymort, he finds the Boy Who Lived talking to Treelawney, the original Dryad.
"Something is wrong. I sense a great evil coming, and yet said evil never raped anyone."
"So far what did said evil do?"
"Nothing. The wards didn't detect anything, so it wasn't a Dark creature, nor was it a minion of Voldemort or the Headbastard."
He spots the actor coming inside.
"Who are you?"
"I am Matt Engarde, dude. A star, refreshing as a spring breeze!"
"Are you here to steal my Dryads?"
"Are they your property, dude? You know they are sapient beings!"
"They enjoy being my property, right, Sybil?"
"Exactly right."
Sybil sees the future. A vision that Matt casts flames from his mouth and burns hundreds of trees. But since Harrymort didn't ask, she didn't want to speak out of turn.
Matt keeps talking. "No, no, I am not here to hit on any of your tree spirits." He barely kept himself from saying what they were used for. "I just have a quest to slay a great evil, dude."
"I would ask if you wanted to become a fairy, but I do not entirely trust you. Not everyone is worthy of being trusted."
"I will pass, dude. I like being human. And to be honest, I don't know why rejecting my humanity will make me superior, anyway. Hold on a second, let me consult my mom."
Harrymort wants to detect him as good or not, but suddenly he feels a bit weaker. "Someone is making my people no longer believe in me anymore. Their doubts are making me feel tired."
Matt snapped him out of it. "She says you are dangerous and that I should be proud of what I am."
"I would like to meet your mom. Consider it a favor, dear guest, as she will receive eternal beauty."
"Hold on a bit, dude, I will consult her again."
"What does she say?" Harrymort asks.
"She says she is married, you are a rapist and that she doesn't want to be a sex slave who only thinks of her tormentor for eternity."
"Impossible. Everyone knows I am the invincible Boy Who Lived, and every woman would jump at the chance for beauty, power and a good man."
Matt's POV
While women are pawns to help me succeed, and what he said isn't far from the truth, I don't think having them be your eternal fucktoys is right at all.
Telling one truth after another will break his minions. It will leave him weak. And after saving the world from this monster, I will always be known as refreshing as a spring breeze here.
I fold my arms again, having to bullshit a widdle more about who I am while telling the truth about who he is.
Third Person POV
"Hold on a second, I am going to consult my manager."
"What does she say?"
"She says something like 'No being is flawless' and 'you should stop making hundreds of women worship you, especially when you see them as trophies'."
"Like those Indian princesses? They were my reward for beating the Serpent King!"
"Like, you get slaves for a reward, dude? I can't do anything on my own and still have not a single slave! But, aren't they, like, people, dude?"
"I am flawless! My flaws got removed through Wonderland! Why do you think I am doing something wrong? This will make others no longer believe in me! And I need the belief in order to beat that Headbastard!"
"Hold on a second, lemme consult my sister. She, like, says you aren't threatened by that guy at all. If you were on the run, dude, you wouldn't be wasting your time kidnapping women to make them sex toys."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW I KIDNAPPED THEM?"
Treelawney runs out of the throne room.
"Girls! I think we all made a little mistake!"
Matt leaves an innocent smile. "You just told me, dude. After all, if you have no flaws, you would not lie to me."
Suddenly something strikes Harrymort to the stomach.
"Damn it! Something is draining me! And you keep wasting my time with questioning what I do! Get out of my way, I want to know what Dumbledore is up to! Did he see through my bluff that his foe is Colonel Sanders?"
"Colonel... Sanders? Even I know this is but a fast food mascot. Anyone who falls for that must be a complete moron, dude. Like those who will sacrifice free will for something like beauty."
"Shut up, unless you can help me find who does this to me!"
"I can help, dude. Hold on a second, I am going to consult myself, OK?"
"How can you consult yourself?"
Dryads rush from everywhere, full of questions.
And they all see the cute, innocent actor pulling his hair back to reveal a massive scar in the right side of his face.
"That Bumblebore you are rambling about, Harry, is a weakling. I could beat him by telling him his failings until he killed himself. Well, someone who thinks the KFC mascot is out to get him is both stupid and paranoid. And while it's good to be paranoid, stupidity is weakness."
"I actually agree with you. I also like your new persona. Why didn't you come with this look earlier? I would find you more fit to survive here."
"Because, unlike you, idiot, I can bluff properly." Matt summons a glass of wine in his hand and starts shaking it. "But what I know? I am after all, just a worthless, flawed human! I can't be more competent than the legendary hero, can I?"
"I couldn't figure him out at all." Minerva mentions. "Which is wrong, because I once knew the evil ones and they never dared cross me!"
"If he wasn't a Muggle parasite, I would like to play with him a bit" Bellatrix adds.
"Hold on a second" another Dryad mentions "why do we have Bellatrix in our ranks? How did our master think it was a good idea?"
Harrymort draws his wand.
"You are my enemy?"
"Well, at least the one who planted those seeds of doubt. And before you rant about how evil I am, I will at least admit it now. Yes, I am evil and don't believe in anyone... least of all assassins and rapists. But if you are so perfect, why do you make someone who sees people as things to be used for his victory look good by raping children? Maybe you aren't so perfect after all!
And a wand? You will kill me? But you have no flaws whatsoever. And you do need a lot of evil to murder someone just because he is openly criticizing you. Especially when it's an unarmed civilian!
Maybe I am wrong. But I will tell you, ladies..." he keeps shaking the drink "I am still the best choice, because I don't make children fall in love with me without their consent. Look at me, then imagine how awful Harry is if I am better than him!"
Harrymort is foaming from his mouth.
"Oh, he lost his cool! It's ok, it happens to all us flawed human beings."
"I will kill you!"
"First, lemme tell a little story. You are perfect, you must have honor."
"No no no no no no, they can't be told the truth!"
"They can. They are strong women after all."
"This will break them!"
"Good."
"So, this person over here, thinks he could have everything handed to him in a silver platter. Ha ha ha... he is so wrong. So wrong! Especially when he confuses you with things!
He doesn't care that some of you are eleven and twelve! To him, you have no distict personalities whatsoever, and he feels entitled to have all of you as fucktoys. Because one person is not enough for that greedy pig.
All he wants is all of you to continue his bloodline, using his name as a hero to get away with atrocities like having a boy changed into a girl so she can be forcibly impregnated."
"Now how do you know THAT?"
"Well, someone made his mom a sex slave and she told me she no longer cared about her son. I assume because you made her feel that way through your vile temptations.
This is your hero, ladies."
Harrymort falls on his knees. "I should be ranting, not you! And stop shaking that drink, it pisses me off!"
Matt pours a little on Harrymort's face.
"I believe this guy is so evil, in fact, he would use family members of his foes as meat shields."
Ariana raises her hand. "Like me? I am Dumbledore's sister. And by the way, he is not a great evil."
Several Dryads are helpless, driven to tears because of the facts.
Matt refills his glass with some of them. "You are not loved. Not by this man. And besides, I heard someone saying something like I am a Muggle and that makes me a parasite."
He drinks all the contents of the glass at once. "How can your hero support this? And seriously, whoever said that, that's why I am a parasite? Then half of the Dryads probably were also once parasites!
By the way, where are the Indian princesses? These girls are all white!"
"I made them all permanently wh... white..."
"This speaks for itself, I think. Your hero is nothing more than a Nazi!"
All Dryads run out in tears, and some even kill themselves. "How could we have trusted that man?"
Matt refills his drink with tears and turns to Harrymort. "Feel free to do as you please."
He tries a Killing Curse, but he fails to do it. "Why... why..."
"Because nobody believes in you anymore. I won't kill you, but will leave you like this. A helpless failure, who once had everything and it took mere words for him to have nothing!
You are nothing more than human trash. Just like all child rapists. You couldn't even beat an actor." One kick and Harrymort falls unconscious.
But, while Matt returns to his world victorious, the land did do a little damage to his mind... he no longer believed blackmailing an assassin was stupid, in case he needed to do so, because he did beat the perfect being after all.
The wards everywhere are made to repel only certain people. But Matt was not part of this world. He did think, though, he could fit in.
The Dryad Brigade guide the innocent actor to their lord and master.
"Oh, Harry is a great hero. He saved our lives during a raid, and gave us beauty and riches!"
"He saved your lives? Like, from whom, dude?"
"From... the defenses of the city? He was a great man to spare us and allow us to join his Dryad Brigade!"
Matt's mask slips for a moment, even though he does not reveal what's under the hair and cheerful persona yet. "So, basically, he spared you in exchange of making you breed his children? And due to saving your lives from a crisis he himself created he is entitled to rape you and force you to enjoy it all the time?"
Daphne starts shaking. "But... it was either that or being raped by Voldemort's men! We couldn't escape rape anywhere!"
"Oh, that's like, utterly repulsive, dude! But here the leader isn't Voldemort, ain't that right? His law doesn't belong here!"
"F... for some reason, the city did pass this breeding law and everyone in Britain supported it."
Inside, Matt was furious. "Because Juan just hates me, my ex killed herself and I felt nothing, and yet this is so wrong I want to stop this. These girls seem to be children, and their hero has made them sex slaves.
Maybe I should use the awful truths at the wrong people and place. At this point, doing what Celeste did is a mercy for them."
But his outburst has made Daphne questioning what is happening. "Does the Boy Who Lived truly care about us?"
The rest of the Slytherin girls had the same thoughts. They started considering this wrong and not so enjoyable anymore.
When Matt finally reaches Harrymort, he finds the Boy Who Lived talking to Treelawney, the original Dryad.
"Something is wrong. I sense a great evil coming, and yet said evil never raped anyone."
"So far what did said evil do?"
"Nothing. The wards didn't detect anything, so it wasn't a Dark creature, nor was it a minion of Voldemort or the Headbastard."
He spots the actor coming inside.
"Who are you?"
"I am Matt Engarde, dude. A star, refreshing as a spring breeze!"
"Are you here to steal my Dryads?"
"Are they your property, dude? You know they are sapient beings!"
"They enjoy being my property, right, Sybil?"
"Exactly right."
Sybil sees the future. A vision that Matt casts flames from his mouth and burns hundreds of trees. But since Harrymort didn't ask, she didn't want to speak out of turn.
Matt keeps talking. "No, no, I am not here to hit on any of your tree spirits." He barely kept himself from saying what they were used for. "I just have a quest to slay a great evil, dude."
"I would ask if you wanted to become a fairy, but I do not entirely trust you. Not everyone is worthy of being trusted."
"I will pass, dude. I like being human. And to be honest, I don't know why rejecting my humanity will make me superior, anyway. Hold on a second, let me consult my mom."
Harrymort wants to detect him as good or not, but suddenly he feels a bit weaker. "Someone is making my people no longer believe in me anymore. Their doubts are making me feel tired."
Matt snapped him out of it. "She says you are dangerous and that I should be proud of what I am."
"I would like to meet your mom. Consider it a favor, dear guest, as she will receive eternal beauty."
"Hold on a bit, dude, I will consult her again."
"What does she say?" Harrymort asks.
"She says she is married, you are a rapist and that she doesn't want to be a sex slave who only thinks of her tormentor for eternity."
"Impossible. Everyone knows I am the invincible Boy Who Lived, and every woman would jump at the chance for beauty, power and a good man."
Matt's POV
While women are pawns to help me succeed, and what he said isn't far from the truth, I don't think having them be your eternal fucktoys is right at all.
Telling one truth after another will break his minions. It will leave him weak. And after saving the world from this monster, I will always be known as refreshing as a spring breeze here.
I fold my arms again, having to bullshit a widdle more about who I am while telling the truth about who he is.
Third Person POV
"Hold on a second, I am going to consult my manager."
"What does she say?"
"She says something like 'No being is flawless' and 'you should stop making hundreds of women worship you, especially when you see them as trophies'."
"Like those Indian princesses? They were my reward for beating the Serpent King!"
"Like, you get slaves for a reward, dude? I can't do anything on my own and still have not a single slave! But, aren't they, like, people, dude?"
"I am flawless! My flaws got removed through Wonderland! Why do you think I am doing something wrong? This will make others no longer believe in me! And I need the belief in order to beat that Headbastard!"
"Hold on a second, lemme consult my sister. She, like, says you aren't threatened by that guy at all. If you were on the run, dude, you wouldn't be wasting your time kidnapping women to make them sex toys."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW I KIDNAPPED THEM?"
Treelawney runs out of the throne room.
"Girls! I think we all made a little mistake!"
Matt leaves an innocent smile. "You just told me, dude. After all, if you have no flaws, you would not lie to me."
Suddenly something strikes Harrymort to the stomach.
"Damn it! Something is draining me! And you keep wasting my time with questioning what I do! Get out of my way, I want to know what Dumbledore is up to! Did he see through my bluff that his foe is Colonel Sanders?"
"Colonel... Sanders? Even I know this is but a fast food mascot. Anyone who falls for that must be a complete moron, dude. Like those who will sacrifice free will for something like beauty."
"Shut up, unless you can help me find who does this to me!"
"I can help, dude. Hold on a second, I am going to consult myself, OK?"
"How can you consult yourself?"
Dryads rush from everywhere, full of questions.
And they all see the cute, innocent actor pulling his hair back to reveal a massive scar in the right side of his face.
"That Bumblebore you are rambling about, Harry, is a weakling. I could beat him by telling him his failings until he killed himself. Well, someone who thinks the KFC mascot is out to get him is both stupid and paranoid. And while it's good to be paranoid, stupidity is weakness."
"I actually agree with you. I also like your new persona. Why didn't you come with this look earlier? I would find you more fit to survive here."
"Because, unlike you, idiot, I can bluff properly." Matt summons a glass of wine in his hand and starts shaking it. "But what I know? I am after all, just a worthless, flawed human! I can't be more competent than the legendary hero, can I?"
"I couldn't figure him out at all." Minerva mentions. "Which is wrong, because I once knew the evil ones and they never dared cross me!"
"If he wasn't a Muggle parasite, I would like to play with him a bit" Bellatrix adds.
"Hold on a second" another Dryad mentions "why do we have Bellatrix in our ranks? How did our master think it was a good idea?"
Harrymort draws his wand.
"You are my enemy?"
"Well, at least the one who planted those seeds of doubt. And before you rant about how evil I am, I will at least admit it now. Yes, I am evil and don't believe in anyone... least of all assassins and rapists. But if you are so perfect, why do you make someone who sees people as things to be used for his victory look good by raping children? Maybe you aren't so perfect after all!
And a wand? You will kill me? But you have no flaws whatsoever. And you do need a lot of evil to murder someone just because he is openly criticizing you. Especially when it's an unarmed civilian!
Maybe I am wrong. But I will tell you, ladies..." he keeps shaking the drink "I am still the best choice, because I don't make children fall in love with me without their consent. Look at me, then imagine how awful Harry is if I am better than him!"
Harrymort is foaming from his mouth.
"Oh, he lost his cool! It's ok, it happens to all us flawed human beings."
"I will kill you!"
"First, lemme tell a little story. You are perfect, you must have honor."
"No no no no no no, they can't be told the truth!"
"They can. They are strong women after all."
"This will break them!"
"Good."
"So, this person over here, thinks he could have everything handed to him in a silver platter. Ha ha ha... he is so wrong. So wrong! Especially when he confuses you with things!
He doesn't care that some of you are eleven and twelve! To him, you have no distict personalities whatsoever, and he feels entitled to have all of you as fucktoys. Because one person is not enough for that greedy pig.
All he wants is all of you to continue his bloodline, using his name as a hero to get away with atrocities like having a boy changed into a girl so she can be forcibly impregnated."
"Now how do you know THAT?"
"Well, someone made his mom a sex slave and she told me she no longer cared about her son. I assume because you made her feel that way through your vile temptations.
This is your hero, ladies."
Harrymort falls on his knees. "I should be ranting, not you! And stop shaking that drink, it pisses me off!"
Matt pours a little on Harrymort's face.
"I believe this guy is so evil, in fact, he would use family members of his foes as meat shields."
Ariana raises her hand. "Like me? I am Dumbledore's sister. And by the way, he is not a great evil."
Several Dryads are helpless, driven to tears because of the facts.
Matt refills his glass with some of them. "You are not loved. Not by this man. And besides, I heard someone saying something like I am a Muggle and that makes me a parasite."
He drinks all the contents of the glass at once. "How can your hero support this? And seriously, whoever said that, that's why I am a parasite? Then half of the Dryads probably were also once parasites!
By the way, where are the Indian princesses? These girls are all white!"
"I made them all permanently wh... white..."
"This speaks for itself, I think. Your hero is nothing more than a Nazi!"
All Dryads run out in tears, and some even kill themselves. "How could we have trusted that man?"
Matt refills his drink with tears and turns to Harrymort. "Feel free to do as you please."
He tries a Killing Curse, but he fails to do it. "Why... why..."
"Because nobody believes in you anymore. I won't kill you, but will leave you like this. A helpless failure, who once had everything and it took mere words for him to have nothing!
You are nothing more than human trash. Just like all child rapists. You couldn't even beat an actor." One kick and Harrymort falls unconscious.
But, while Matt returns to his world victorious, the land did do a little damage to his mind... he no longer believed blackmailing an assassin was stupid, in case he needed to do so, because he did beat the perfect being after all.
