Dragon King Part 21 (Patreon)

Hermione glanced between Laurena, Dawn and Myst, not particularly happy with the plan but not seeing a decent alternative. "I reserve the right to say I told you so when my evil counterpart takes over the world."

Laurena snickered. "On that note, I'm going to see if I can track down the access keys in the mirror world so we can use the Choedan Kal."

"Stay safe," Dawn told her, hoping they weren't making a mistake by going back to the world with the demon lord.

"That's the plan," Laurena replied as she held her hand out towards Myst. "Can I borrow your globe?"

Myst pulled his globe out of his inventory and handed it to Laurena. "Don't die."

"Not planning on it," Laurena replied as she opened a portal over the ocean in the mirror world near Seanchan then flew through, wanting half an ocean between her and the demon lord's mana.

Hermione watched the portal close then double checked to make sure the crystal sphere that would let her return home if her portal failed was in her inventory. "Hopefully she's less insane than Sheriam's counterpart."

"Don't worry, I have plenty of books to bribe her with," Myst assured her.

Hermione smiled then stepped through the mirror and out into an expensive yet modern looking bathroom.

"Are you alright?" Harry Potter called out from the other side of the bathroom door.

Hermione glanced down at the fragments of mirror scattered over the rug then looked at the shattered mirror on the wall that she'd stepped out of. "I'm fine," she assured him, trying to give herself a moment to figure out what she was going to do. 'Worse case, you open a portal and run.'

Hermione gestured and repaired the mirror then walked out of the bathroom and stopped when she saw Harry and Ginny on a large four post bed sans clothes. "Ah…" she trailed off when she realized that Ginny was chained to the bed spread eagle with fuzzy handcuffs and Harry was tickling one of her nipples with a feather. She barely noticed the firebolts hung on the wall or the shelves filled with books because her gaze kept coming back to Harry's cock.

Harry dropped the feather, summoned his wand from the nightstand and pointed it at Hermione. "Who are you?"

"What?" Hermione sputtered, not expecting his reaction.

"You're wearing clothes, you're missing Mione's purple streaks and you're shocked at what you're seeing, who are you?" Harry demanded as the chains holding Ginny disconnected, letting her sit up and grab her wand off the nightstand.

"I'm Hermione Granger, I'm just from an alternate world," Hermione explained, trying not to make any sudden movements.

"If this is a joke, I'm going to beat you like a redheaded stepchild," Ginny warned her.

"What?" Hermione sputtered.

Harry sighed. "Ignore that, she's been spending too much time on the net."

"Where is Mione?" Ginny asked, changing the subject away from her time on the net learning about muggle culture.

"My counterpart should be stepping out of the magical mirror that I used to get here, she's perfectly safe. We needed supplies for a ritual and this was the only way to get to England, please tell me that we're on Earth."

"Where else would we be?" Ginny asked in confusion.

"Wheel of Time, Azeroth, Faerie, some other world," Hermione replied as she glanced between the various posters of quidditch stars attached to the walls then focused on the pair of firebolts mounted on the wall. "You're worse than my Harry about quidditch."

Harry laughed. "Question, whose bedroom do you think you're in?"

"No clue," Hermione admitted, figuring that was the better choice.

"Not a quidditch fan?" Harry asked with amusement and surprise.

"Not especially, I only watched it because Harry played," Hermione admitted.

"Huh, McGonagall would be shocked, imagine Bloody Mione the Foul Queen not playing quidditch, I guess we can rule out someone playing a weird prank," Harry mused.

"Bloody Mione?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Mione has the current record for the most fouls in a game, along with the most points scored in a single game at Hogwarts," Harry said proudly. "This is Mione's room."

"Why did you have Ginny chained up?" Hermione asked.

"Because it's fun," Ginny replied with amusement. "Mione likes to watch Harry fuck me when she's not doing it herself. We have a photo album if you don't believe me."

"She took…" Hermione trailed off, surprised that she'd had the nerve to ask Harry out without going to a twisted version of Azeroth.

Harry smiled as he gestured at the bookshelf and summoned his photo album. "You should see the pictures she took of Alicia and Katie." He set the photo album on the bed and flipped it open, revealing several revealing pictures of Alicia, Katie and Mione in the Gryffindor locker room. "I don't have any fun pictures from first year, it wasn't until Colin showed up that Mione took an interest in magical photography."

Hermione walked over so she could get a better look at the pictures. "When did Hermione join the team?"

"The start of second year, she was annoyed that first years couldn't have brooms so she practiced on the school brooms every chance she had. I think it was mostly because of Malfoy running his mouth off about muggleborns being useless on brooms. I really should remember to send him a care package in Azkaban," Harry mused.

"He's in prison?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"We caught him trying to fix a vanishing cabinet in sixth year so he could let a bunch of Death Eaters into the school, Hermione got the ball rolling on legal proceedings by talking to Tonks and I greased some wheels to make sure his father couldn't bail him out, he should be out by Christmas. If he'd actually managed to accomplish anything it would have been life."

"Better than what happened to Umbridge," Ginny said with a grin.

"What happened to Umbridge?" Hermione asked, curious about her old 'defense' teacher.

"Mione wasn't particularly happy when she found out she was using a blood quill in detention," Ginny explained.

Harry shrugged. "Umbridge fell down the stairs a couple of times after my detention, it's hardly our fault she was clumsy."

"That's one way to put it, there are charms that should have stopped her from falling off the stairs and smashing her head like a watermelon. Rather suspicious timing if you ask me, less than twenty four hours after she steals your firebolts and gives you and Mione a 'lifelong' ban against playing quidditch, she's dead," Ginny said with a smirk.

"I'm sure Mione had nothing to do with her unfortunate and well deserved death," Harry lied. "After all they couldn't prove that the stairs had been tampered with, thus it was ruled a tragic accident."

"Just like Marcus Flint's death?" Ginny asked.

Harry shook his head. "There's no way you could calculate the angles and the exact speed you'd need to hit someone to get them to flip off their broom like that and land on one of the spikes at the exact right angle to shove it up their ass."

"If anyone could, it would be Mione," Ginny bragged.

Hermione stared when she flipped the page and saw several pictures of Harry fucking the girls on the quidditch team in the quiddich locker, including a wild haired version of herself or rather her counterpart. "How…"

"Team building exercises," Harry replied with a grin, fairly sure she was going to ask how everything got started. "The twins weren't going to object and Wood would have sold his soul to a demon as long as we were winning and we took the cup for seven straight years. It helped that we had reserve people to cycle through, it helped spread the fouls out."

"Fouls?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Of course, Slytherin started shit, we finished it," Ginny said proudly.

"They were particularly annoying the first couple of years," Harry complained, thinking back on the first couple of games.

"It got a lot better after Marcus' unfortunate death and basically stopped after Snape poisoned himself and they had to get a replacement head of house," Ginny offered cheerfully.

Hermione stared at Ginny. "Are you saying Hermione poisoned Snape?"

"I'm reasonably sure he poisoned himself, it was during the mess with sixth year and he wanted to make sure the curse couldn't get him," Harry explained.

"Reasonably?" Hermione asked.

"It's Snape, I wouldn't put it past her," Harry replied with a shrug, not particularly worried about it, mostly because they were done with Hogwarts and Snape had turned into a reasonable contact to bounce potion ideas off of now that the whole dark lord situation was resolved.

"Did you end up being an auror?" Hermione asked.

"No, after fifth year and Fudge, I basically binned any plans I had to work for the ministry and focused on Quidditch and potions, we'd found some family journals in the family vault, I'm decently happy playing for the Cannons and puttering."

"Are they still losing?" Hermione asked.

"Contrary to popular belief, we don't lose every game," Harry argued.

"Just enough that you'll never have a shot at the championship," Ginny teased.

"I'd probably retire if we won," Harry admitted. "It's a fun game and I like the money but I have enough gold that I don't have to care."

"What supplies did you need for the ritual?" Ginny asked, trying to get things back on track.

"British beer, English porn and a trench coat," Hermione listed off the supplies that Myst had mentioned.

Ginny laughed. "That's easy, we have some beer in the fridge, I have extra pictures and we have a trench coat from Halloween."

"Thanks," Hermione replied, happy that she wasn't going to have to track everything down. "Do you want to watch the ritual?"

Ginny glanced at Harry. "Sounds fun."

"Works for me," Harry replied as he rolled off the bed and opened the top drawer to grab some underwear.

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Mione glanced around the mountain valley she found herself in then focused on the blue skinned woman that was wearing a crown in addition to modern looking pants and a t-shirt compared to everyone else's old fashioned clothes. "Did Luna put you up to this?"

"Nope," Dawn replied with amusement as she checked Hermione's counterpart out. 'It's like they airbrushed her, no blemishes, even color, her wild hair is perfect.'

Myst pulled her eyes up to Hermione's face, rather happy that she didn't have a wand. "What makes you think Luna put us up to anything?" he asked as he pulled a white hotel robe out of his inventory that he'd picked up from a gacha wheel and handed it to her.

"She bet me twenty sickles that I'd be abducted by a blue skinned girl by the end of the week," Mione admitted as she pulled the robe on, happy for the warmth.

'Damn it, you could have just handed her a skill book for cold immunity,' Dawn complained mentally.

Myst laughed. "Sorry, you should probably get her tested for psychic powers because I've never talked to Luna, I've just heard stories,' she replied as she pulled a pair of socks out of her inventory that were enchanted to stay warm and dry out and handed them to Mione. "They're enchanted to stay warm."

Mione wandlessly cast a quick detection charm then started pulling them on. "Thank you."

Myst used her upgrade ability to look at Hermione's magic, curious if she had any interesting abilities. 'Same type of wizarding magic,' she frowned slightly when she noticed she had a Minor House Elf Magic trait that let her teleport without having to worry about splinching herself and made wandless magic easier. 'Blood magic? Weird ancestry?' she mused as she glanced at her magic stat which was larger than Hermione's by about a third.

Hermione smiled as she finished putting the socks on and her feet went from being cold to being nice and warm despite the cold rock she was standing on. "If you're not here because Luna wants to win a bet, why are we here? Or why am I here?"

"You're here because we need help killing a demon lord," Myst admitted as she used telekinesis to float the mirror over so she could stuff it back in her inventory and to make sure Hermione didn't use it before he could explain it.

'Killing a demon lord has to be more impressive than killing Voldemort, right?' Mione mused as she watched the floating mirror float over to Myst and vanish. "Are we talking about something you can kill with a death curse or something you nuke?"

"Two problems with nuking it, fallout and we don't have any," Dawn complained.

"That would make it harder," Mione agreed as she studied the attractive girl with red hair, wishing she had her camera with her.

"I was thinking of orbital strikes, it's eight to ten thousand feet tall and has an aura that turns plants and animals into demons, including people. It's also growing by the day, which is why we needed to stop him," Myst complained.

"Eight thousand…" Mione trailed off as she realized she'd absolutely shatter Harry's record if she helped kill it. "What do you need?!" she asked excitedly.

"British beer, English porn and a trenchcoat," Myst admitted.

"If you send me back, I'll grab everything you need," Mione assured her.

"It's not that simple," Myst admitted.

Mione narrowed her eyes. "Please tell me this isn't one of those shitty Isekai worlds where you can summon people but can't send them back?"

"We can send you back, we just need Hermione's help," Dawn assured her.

Mione sighed in relief. "Where's Hermione?"

"In your world, the magic mirror basically lets someone walk through it and their alternate walks out," Myst explained. "I don't know where your version of Earth is but Hermione should be able to open a portal or use a magic crystal to get back."

"That sounds useful for exploring," Mione mused as she thought about the different worlds she could see and the tactics she could copy.

Myst lightly skimmed Mione's mind with telepathy, curious how evil she was and what she was planning. 'Stealing Quidditch tricks and finding lost books, not the worst reason to jump dimensions,' she mused as she skimmed over the last couple of years of her life, trying to get a better idea of her personality as she was supposed to be Hermione's evil twin.

Mione turned her attention to the crowd of people that were heading to a mist-covered tower, wondering how long it would take for her counterpart to show up with Harry and Ginny.

'More fouls than I can count playing against Slytherin, no issues with setting Death Eaters on fire and you like chaining Ginny up in the bedroom,' Myst's mind sort of derailed when she got to the memory of Mione using a version of polyjuice to change into Dobby and fuck Ginny while pretending to be her house elf. 'Not sure that counts as evil, not going to judge considering Ginny was rather enthusiastic.'

Myst looked up when a portal opened twenty feet above the waygate and Hermione flew through the portal then promptly flew down to the ground. "Hey."

"How evil is she?" Hermione asked as she studied her counterpart. 'It's like she stepped out of a spa.'

"Hey," Mione complained, her lips slightly curved in amusement. "What makes you think I'm the evil twin?"

"That's how the mirror works," Hermione smiled as Harry and Ginny flew out of the portal on their firebolts. "I go in and a more powerful and evil version steps out."

"You like fouling people in quidditch," Myst pointed out.

"There's a formula, you need to keep people on their toes," Mione explained as Harry and Ginny flew down and dismounted.

"Seriously?" Hermione asked as she closed the portal, wondering why the formula wasn't mentioned in any of the books she'd read about the subject.

"It's like hockey, you're supposed to foul a certain amount," Mione explained.

"I've seen the research," Harry assured them, trying to head off a lecture on quidditch as Mione could be a bit enthusiastic about it. "Anything we should know about the world?"

"The male half of the source of magic the locals use is tainted and drives people insane so you should probably avoid using magic in front of people," Myst warned Harry.

"Hermione already warned me," Harry replied. "Do you have an actual plan for killing the demon lord?"

"I have a couple of ideas but I'm not sure if they'll work," Myst admitted. "Considering the demon lord's ability to turn worlds into hell dimensions, I'm going to assume someone would have already murdered him if it was easy. If you consider his mass and the strength and durability it would take to move around, I doubt he'd be meaningfully bothered by anything short of a couple of hundred pounds of explosives or a nuke stuffed up his ass."

"Or dropped in his mouth," Dawn added, curious if they could kill the demon lord by blowing up his head.

Myst glanced at Dawn then focused on Harry. "I don't have a couple of hundred pounds of explosives or a nuke which means our best shot might be arranging an orbital strike."

"Or we try to cut him apart with portals," Ginny suggested. "If you can open a portal under his foot, he'd probably fall through and get his leg cut off when you close it."

Dawn shook her head. "I'd rather not touch his mana with my magic if I can help it."

"Let's save that for plan C," Mione suggested. "I should be able to turn a bunch of explosives into a portkey and drop them in his mouth, we'd just need the explosives."

"I'm an engineer, it wouldn't be all that hard to rig things up," Dawn said excitedly, figuring Myst could boost the damage the explosives could do to the point where they'd actually make a dent and it would probably be a decent distraction from the orbital strike. "Is there any reason we can't hit multiple spots? His dick is the size of a tower and setting them off in his ears would probably cause him to go deaf, at least for a couple of minutes."

Myst stared at Dawn. "You're never going through the mirror."

Dawn stuck her tongue out at Myst. "Like you're any better."

"Never said I was," Myst replied with amusement as he pulled a pair of rubber boots out of his inventory and handed them to Mione. "I'll find something better when I have a chance but these should work."

"I brought her shoes and a change of clothes," Harry said, speaking up.

"Thanks," Mione told them as she slipped her feet into the rubber boots, slightly surprised when they changed shape and shrank a bit to fit. "What are they charmed with?"

"They make you immune to lightning and they resize to fit anyone from a child to someone Hagrid's size," Myst replied with a grin.

"Lightning immunity?" Mione asked in surprise.

"I got them from a magical prize wheel," Myst replied with a grin as she turned and headed for the tower.

"Raffle or contest?" Ginny asked as they followed the attractive blue skinned woman.

Myst glanced at the groups of people that were talking and hugging the conjured fires people had set up to make sure no one was paying attention. "I basically spend mana and get a random prize from a magic prize wheel, sometimes you get crap and sometimes you get boots that make you immune to lightning."

"That's it? You spend mana and you get loot?" Ginny asked in disbelief.

"Basically," Myst admitted with a grin.

"You'd think killing a lich would come with better perks," Harry complained goodnaturedly.

"You could always ask Shacklebolt for a couple of perks before the pure bloods force him out of office," Mione suggested.

"Not a bad idea," Harry agreed, still annoyed that Shacklebolt hadn't managed to get rid of most of the rot in the ministry.

"How much for a couple of spins?" Ginny asked thoughtfully.

Myst glanced at the people huddled around the conjured fires for warmth. "Do me a favor, don't mention the ability to any of the locals and I'll give you a couple of spins when we're done with the ritual for helping and a generous rate on additional spins."

"There goes the budget," Harry joked.

"Awesome," Ginny said cheerfully, happy about getting the chance to pick up some interesting magical items and see a different world.

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