Sixth Year Daphne Greengrass

When Harry woke up he looked around, he saw that he was in a compartment with all of the blinds closed and a kind familiar looking blond haired girl who looked to be his age.

"Wh-what am I doing here? W-who are you?" Harry asked tentatively, not sure what was going on. He got up to look around, but before he could get anywhere the blond spoke.

"Well Potter, I am Daphne Greengrass and you are now my slave," she said in a sophisticated manner.

"W-what, now way am I anyone's slave!" Harry said angrily.

Harry was going to demand what was going on again, but before he could Daphne said, "stop talking and sit down."

Harry for was unable to stop himself from closing his mouth and sitting down on the seat across from Daphne. He looked at her angry and unsure of what was going on.

"Better," she said, while standing up, "While you were knocked out I made you sign a magical contract that forces you to obey my wishes. I will begin giving you orders that you must follow from now on."

"My orders are these," she ordered imperiously with her hands on her hips, "You will never try to tell anyone about the slave contract. You will never try to destroy the slave contract. You will act normally when we are not alone. You will never divulge who you are, or who I am. And finally when alone you will address me as Mistress Daphne."

"Y-yes, Mistress Daphne," Harry was forced to say.

"Good pet," she responded, nodding her head.