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DZ2 : It depends, mostly Tom Hardy's venom. Sometimes the one from the PS5 game and if its the small version of Venom (the spiderman costume one) then I sometimes think of Josh Keaton's spectacular Spiderman when he got the symbiote.
Ultrautahraptor : Hedwig now has carnage
Musical Dragon Rider: From what I know, Venom becomes very attached to his hosts, hence the jealousy. And I remember in Spectacular Spiderman that the symbiote wanted Peter to separate from everyone else.
Timesfire 2 : I think everyone goes for that so I wanted to do something different.
smokeapound: Lol, I defo did.
dragun95: I admit it proudly.
Ltbutterfly28: True but they also are impacted a lot by their first host and its first host is an owl that is incredibly loyal to Harry, not to mention the changes that will come from the symbiote father/mother being bonded to a magical wizard.
Chapter 57 -
'I really am sorry, Harry,' Venom said apologetically for what might have been the twenty-second time this morning. After Venom had transferred a symbiote to Hedwig, Harry unleashed the motherload of lectures upon Venom. The telling-off that Venom received was so bad that the brain-eating alien had honestly felt like a little first year getting told off by his parents. Venom would dare to say that Harry's mother would probably be the only one who could have lectured him better (without being eaten, at least).
'It's fine,' Harry said as he made his way through the corridors. 'Just never do anything involving Hedwig again without asking me, I'm rather sensitive about her.'
'Trust me, I know,' Venom said, Harry couldn't help but feel like the symbiote had shivered slightly. 'Anyway, it will be beneficial to all of us in the long run, especially Hedwig. My offspring seems rather powerful, perhaps more than me even...or at least she would have been if I had not bonded with a being like you.'
'Hedwig's symbiote is a she?' Harry couldn't help but ask.
'We Klyntar are asexual, we don't really have a gender, we just adopt the properties of our hosts, and since it's bonded with a female, I'm going to call it a 'she'.
'Does the 'she' have a name yet?' Harry asked, mentally noting down what Venom said.
'I guess we'll ask next time we see them,' Venom replied, giving Harry a mental shrug.
'Your...daughter...likes me,' Harry pointed out, remembering how affectionate it was to him. 'Any particular reason for that or...' Harry trailed off questioningly.
'As I said, we take on the properties of our host, it's taken on the properties of Hedwig and Hedwig obviously likes you,' Venom explained. 'It won't harm Hedwig or us, I'm sure of it.'
'Bet your life on it?'
'I'd bet yours,' Venom said seriously. The thought actually made Harry more comfortable, there were many things in life that he doubted and Venom caring for him was not one of them.
'Thanks,' Harry told him before arriving outside of his charms class where the rest of the students were all waiting for Professor Flitwick to arrive. Harry had barely waited ten seconds before the classroom door opened and Fleur walked out. She stopped as she noticed all the students staring at her, though she quickly ignored them once she saw Harry and walked up to him with a bright smile.
"It's good to see you," She said as she stopped in front of him. "I didn't see you yesterday,"
"I had some important things to sort out," Harry told her, also ignoring how the rest of his classmates were looking at him. "Anyway, you were talking with old Flitwick?"
"Yes, your teacher really knows his charms, I dare say he's better than the one in my school," Fleur admitted. "You have a class with him now?"
"I do, I suppose I'll see you later tonight for dance practice?" Harry questioned her.
"Yes, don't be late," She told him warningly.
"I won't," He assured her. "I look forward to it,"
"You had better," She smirked before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "I'll see you then," She winked at him before walking off.
"You lucky sod," Dean said to him as soon as Fleur had gone.
"Damn, I hate watching her leave but I love watching her go," Seamus sighed.
"Eyes in your head, Finnegan," Harry told him, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop looking at your missus," Seamus grinned.
"She's not my 'missus', it's just a date," Harry replied, this time rolling his eyes.
"You sure about that, Harry?" Neville spoke up, sounding unsure. "She looks like she really likes you,"
"Of course she likes me, I gave her the old Potter charm, didn't I?" Harry grinned.
"Don't suppose you can teach that to me?" Neville snorted.
"Nope, Potter family secret," Harry said apologetically.
Eventually, it was time for the ball, Harry was sitting in his bed, reading through a book whilst his yearmates were running around like mad chickens. An hour before the ball, the boys had decided that it was now time to get ready to go, which in Harry's opinion was far more reasonable than the girls who had been preparing a whole three hours before the ball. Right now Seamus was fighting his bowtie, Dean was cleaning some non-existent dust off of his suit, Neville had done a last-minute dance practice and tripped on his feet and fell on the floor. Meanwhile, Ron was staring in horror at the frankly ancient robes that his mother had sent him, they looked like they had been unfashionable during the eighteen hundreds, never mind now.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready, Harry?" Neville asked as he got up from the floor. "Don't you have like half an hour left?"
"I suppose now's as good a time as any," Harry shrugged, putting his book down.
"Great, the bloke with the best-looking girl in the ball is the most relaxed about the whole thing," Seamus said while staring at Harry with an almost disgusted look. "Mate, how many times must we remind you? You're going with Fleur Delacour! You'll need to look your best, the girl's got three whole schools trying to snatch her."
"That's why she's going with me, I'm the only straight bloke around that isn't actively trying to get into her bed," Harry said as he stood up, this time Seamus definitely looked disgusted with him.
"You sure you're straight?" Dean asked him doubtfully. "I really don't get how you're not excited for this,"
"I assure you, I'm looking forward to it, I'm just better at controlling myself than you hormone-filled little twats," Harry said matter-of-factly as he walked to his trunk and pulled out his clothes before quickly heading to the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and locked it before he took out his wand and cancelled the transfiguration spell he had put on the clothes, changing them back into a hand towel and the bathroom bin, none of the others had noticed that it had been missing or at least they assumed that it'd be back or simply didn't care.
The reason for all of this was simple, Harry hadn't brought any clothes since he had his own custom tailor permanently bonded to him. But he couldn't let anyone else know that.
After a quick toilet stop, Harry stepped in front of the mirror and took off his regular clothes, putting them to the side and leaving himself in nothing but a pair of boxers as he stared at the mirror. Harry wasn't a particularly vain boy, at least in comparison to others like Draco, but he had to admit that his body was pretty good for his age. In his reflection he saw Venom stand behind him, towering over him and giving him his signature grin.
'So, wizarding robes?' Venom asked him.
'Nah, let's go with something a bit more stylish,' Harry mentally replied. 'Muggle, if you don't mind,'
'I was rather hoping for that, to be honest,' Venom admitted, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. Goo started spreading all around Harry's body. A couple of seconds later, Harry stood in front of the mirror dressed in a stylish black muggle suit with a white shirt and black tie.
'Nice, I like it,' Harry said approvingly.
'I'm glad,' Mirror Venom's grin got wider. 'Now, let's sort out that hair of yours,'
'You do that,' Harry agreed while pulling out his wand. 'I'll sort out the rest.' Harry told him before he began casting several spells that would clean him up and make him smell nice.
About five minutes later, Harry stepped out of the bathroom dressed in his muggle suit with slicked-back hair, looking and feeling quite dapper. He looked at the other boys who hadn't noticed him as they were all too busy crowding around Ron who appeared to have recently put on his horrid suit.
"Guys," Ron said with the utmost seriousness. "Kill me," He told them. "Better that than going out in this,"
"I mean...we could probably cut off some of the trim and lace," Neville suggested hesitantly.
"I'll do it," Seamus offered, pulling out his wand.
"Not you," Dean quickly cut in, pushing Seamus's arm down. "The last thing any of us need is for you to set Ron on fire," Harry let out a small sigh before aiming his wand at Ron, a second later Ron's clothes began transforming into some rather plain but decent-looking black dress robes.
"I think that'll be good enough," Harry said, the boys gaped at Ron before they turned and looked at Harry.
"Blimey, Harry, you're looking good," Dean told him.
"Now who's not straight?" Harry snorted amusedly before turning to Ron. "That'll last for a couple of hours, maybe till about three pm. Still, I'd advise getting back by midnight just in case."
"Thanks," Ron said, looking beyond relieved. "Don't know what Mum was thinking, sending me that monstrosity,"
"Anyway, I'll be off, see you guys later," Harry nodded to them before walking out of the room.
'That was nice of you,' Venom told him as he headed down the stairs.
'Not mad, are you?'
'Why would I be? He'll be a friend at best, I'm your family,' Venom said in a smug voice, Harry couldn't help but smile as he got into the common room and headed towards the exit. He heard a few wolf whistles and cheers (mostly from the Weasley twins) before he managed to get out. He walked slowly and calmly towards the Great Hall, enjoying the peace and quiet. Though, naturally that didn't last long when he turned a corner and ran into Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
"Oh great, it's you," Pansy stared at him with disgust, dressed up in a pink dress while Draco wore black dress robes.
"Potter," Draco sneered at him. "What are you doing?"
"Communicating with the voice in my head," Harry said straight-faced. "Right now, he's telling me to rip off your legs if you don't move out of my way," Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco who gulped before stepping back. "Atta boy, Draco," Harry clicked his tongue and grinned at the Slytherin before stepping past, he had barely walked a few feet when Parkinson called after him.
"Neither of us are scared of you, Potter!" Pansy snarled at Harry, obviously not noticing how uncomfortable Draco looked.
"You should check your date's trousers and correct that statement," Harry said, turning back to look at the two.
"Off to meet with that half-breed bitch of yours, Potter?" Pansy spat.
"Is that jealousy I hear, Parkinson?" Harry asked in an amused voice. "I'm curious, is that jealousy because I'm going with her or because she's going with me?" He asked the now red-faced Pansy.
"Shut it! I'm not interested in either of you!" She glared hatefully at him. "As far as I'm concerned, the half-breed mongrel and the half-breed bitch go together perfectly,"
"Unlike you in that dress, pink is not your colour, Parkinson," Harry stated in a matter-of-fact voice as he turned and walked off.
"Try not to get a hard-on dancing with Delacour, not that anyone could notice if you did," Pansy called after him.
"Don't worry, I'll stay soft by thinking of you," Harry replied without looking back, continuing on his way.
A short while later, Harry arrived at the champion's meeting point, outside of the Great Hall. Cedric was there with his date, Cho Chang, who was dressed in a white dress with floral patterns. Krum was there, dressed in red. The three greeted him when he had arrived.
"Where's your date?" Cedric asked him. "You're going with Fleur, right?"
"Apparently so," Harry nodded before turning to Krum. "Mine should hopefully be here soon, what about you? Where's your date?"
"She should be - ah, there she is," Krum pointed, Harry's gaze followed and his eyes widened slightly as he saw Hermione walk down the stairs in a blue dress, the girl had obviously put in a lot of effort into making herself look nice. She had done her hair up in an elaborate bun and had likely had some help with makeup from her dormmates., she had even done her nails.
"Hello Victor," She smiled brightly as she looped her arm around his. She then greeted Cedric and Cho with a nod before turning to Harry and freezing.
"Hermione," Harry greeted her calmly with a small nod.
"Harry," She said somewhat stiffly. "Where's your date?"
"Should be here soon, hopefully," Harry replied. "I wasn't aware that you and Krum knew each other,"
"We met in the library," Victor told him.
"Ah, makes sense," Harry smiled. "I hope the two of you have a good night," He told them.
"I hope we also have a good night," A familiar female voice said. Harry turned to his right and saw Fleur heading towards him. She let her hair go down to the middle of her back while wearing a stunning, sparkling, silver dress and matching high heels along with diamond-shaped earrings. It was all quite simple, yet very good. "I like your choice of wardrobe," She told Harry, looking him up and down. "Muggle fashion is so much better in my opinion, no offence," She added to the other two champions.
"You're looking as stunning as usual," Harry smiled at her, she beamed at him and opened her mouth to reply when another voice cut in.
"Wotcher guys!" Harry's head spun around and he froze as he saw Tonks heading towards the group, dressed in a beautiful black dress that left her shoulders bare and a pair of black high heels.
"Wow, Tonks! You're looking good," Harry blurted out, missing the look that Fleur was sending him.