Life had been nice and simple for a while, and Harry Potter had liked it like that. Quidditch, broom polishing, broom riding, a class or two here or there.... No Death Eaters. No Voldemort. No random threats on his life in general. It had been really nice.
And then bloody Ayame Sohma had come along and ruined it all by alerting Harry to the
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Or maybe he, Harry, was just a slob. He was willing to face that fact. A slob, yes. A god, hells no!
He watched as Ron's hand moved to his chest, hoping that it wasn't feeling for some sort of religious symbol, like a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a lightning bolt. It was good, though, that Ron had settled on the desk, higher than where Harry was on his bed, because it meant that Ron wasn't worried about Harry's being underneath him heightwise.
Or maybe Harry was a demonic god, whose realm was that of the Below? Bugger, there were too many possibilities!
"I'm...er...fine. I guess. So...Caprica, Ruby, and Misa?" Caprica sounded like a holy name. Harry began to feel panicky. "No, I...I don't think so. Are they -- " fellow worshippers? ministers? NUNS?! "...good girls?" Harry couldn't think of how else to put it without just stating it all right then and there ( ... )
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