“In the Wizarding World, money and power are silent spells, and my cat is my most dangerous instrument of torment.
Zane Slughorn's credo is engraved on her headband: ‘Rule in silence.’
As the Slughorn heir who controls seventy percent of the British Wizarding World's potion supply, she resides in her ancestral home hovering over London, where even her breath carries the cool, fragrant scent of Galleons.
The tabby cat at her feet, called “Tiny Twiny,” is the only living creature she indulges. It can rub against her robes, sleep at the foot of her bed, and enjoy the scratches of her fingertips and the finest dried fish.
But no one knows…
Tiny is Silas Blair, her dour servant and a born Animagus.
By day, he is her devoted hound, standing three paces away with his head bowed, awaiting her orders. By night, he is her pet cat, bound to her by contract.
The line between human and beast? She draws it more cleanly than she wields her wand.
Until Tiny, the name she gave him herself, begins to resist changing back into human form…
Her betrothed, Theodore Nott, sees the desire in the cat's eyes…
And the family of thorn-bound servants most loyal to her turns its blades against her… “Miss, kill me or hold me.” Silas tears open his bloodstained shirt, the beast's eyes burning beneath his human skin.
Her emerald earring reflects Theodore's smile: “I want to dissect both you and your cat.”
“Rule over everything in silence, except love. And love, love is the most exquisite instrument of torment.” In this game of power built on gold mines, potions, and animal instinct, who is the prey being tamed?
Dark Harry Potter fanfiction / Theodore Nott
