Chester looked over the copies of the Daily Prophet spread over his table and frowned. The news had surprised him, and he could feel a white-hot rage rush through his body.

With a flick of his wand, Chester upended the kitchen table and chopped the chairs into pieces. He stood panting for breath, his wand clenched tightly in his fist. It should have made him feel better, but it did little to quench the rage boiling inside him.

Harry was under some delusion that he was a woman. He even had mutilated his body, and dear Merlin, were those tattoos?

Chester stared at one photo of Harry, their once glorious messy hair was now done up in long braids, and their tight tee shirt and jeans clung to the new curves of their feminine body; his arms and chest were completely covered with tattoos.

THE BOY THAT LIVED ADMITS TO BEING A DEVIANT?!

Chester snarled at the headline and crumpled up the paper. This couldn’t stand. Harry had lost his way. His body belonged to Chester, and he had desecrated it. Chester stood and paced back and forth in his cramped studio apartment.

He was used to sprawling mansions and having a legion of house-elves to cater to his every whim.

Yet, if he went home to Brierwell Manor, he would be under his parent’s surveillance, and they would dissuade him from his mission. His family was an old pureblood one, and they would not tolerate a half-blood becoming a part of their family.

But once he brought Harry to heel, it wouldn’t take much to get them out of the way. Chester walked past the mess on the kitchen table and made himself a cup of tea. He sighed at the familiar taste of bergamot on his tongue.

With a sigh, Chester walked back to the table and pulled out a folder. He still had some connections at the Ministry, and Harry had recently sent a letter regarding their inheritance. His barrister, Draco Malfoy, had filed it.

Chester’s family had made their fortune as ward makers, and their wards guarded the most important places in the United Kingdom. So, it had taken no trouble at all to break inside Draco Malfoy’s London Office.

The trip had been well worth it. Chester had discovered the letters Harry had sent to Malfoy. He idly wondered if he should take care of Malfoy. There had been rumors that Harry and Draco had been in a relationship, but there had never been any proof, and both had denied the rumors.

In the end, Chester reluctantly decided against it.

‘Malfoy’s time will come, but not right now.’

Chester took another sip of his tea and daydreamed about casting suffocatio (one of his favorite curses) on Malfoy. Avada kedavra was too quick and impersonal. Chester much preferred to watch as the life slowly drained out of his victim’s eyes.

The satisfaction of a kill lasted longer that way.

With a sigh, Chester went back to the living room and to where the papers he had stolen from Malfoy’s office lay on the coffee table. His thoughts returned once more to Harry, or Kendis as he called himself nowadays.

He grimaced at the name. Once Chester had shown Harry the error of his ways, he would ensure Harry changed his name back to the name his parents gave him. It was so disrespectful to the Potter’s memory for Harry to change it in the first place.

Chester would do everything in his power to make Harry see the error of his ways. 

But first, Chester needed to make some plans. A slow, delighted smile unfurled on his lips as he remembered the letters he used to send. He conjured a black envelope, white paper, quill, and ink. Then he wrote only a single line: “I found you.”

He folded the paper, slipped it inside the envelope, and sealed the letter with a kiss. From reading Harry’s letters, he knew that he owned a shop of some kind, lived in America, and that it was logical that he would have wards that defended against unknown owls. Besides, the owl post was easy to track.

This spell was a rare dark spell that delivered his messages more discretely, although just like with most dark spells, it came with a price. With the distance, it would take a lot of power to use. It was one reason the spell had fallen out of favor. Yet, Chester knew showing Harry his regard in this manner was well worth it.

Waving the wand, he said, “Maleficus Postalus! 115 South Victory Boulevard, Burbank, California. Harry Potter’s Office.”