(AN: My first ever fanfiction, so any comments, follows, or really anything is greatly appreciated. Also, this is just a piece of the first chapter just wanted to put it out in the world and see what I get on it thanks.)

Chapter 1

In the middle of the night, a limo could be seen diving along an empty road in the wildness. Inside said limo was a 14-year-old Harry Potter looking outside of the passenger back window, watching the scenery pass by.

"How much further to the Queen's Ball?"

"Half of an hour, Sir" The limo diver responses. Harry nods his head and went back to looking outside the window. The Queen's Ball is an over rated, in Harry's opinion, social gathering for the rich and powerful. Harry was invited by the Queen herself, after spending some time with her majesty, and her court, at her summer mansion. Helping the Queen with matters of ... well let's just say matters. However, most people think he was invited due to his mother's side of the family. The Evan's family has connections with the royal family due to the Evan's being one of the leading technologies companies in the world.

"We are a few minutes away Mr. Potter." Harry looks back to the front window to see a mansion of lights coming into view around the corner. The Royal family's get away house could be forsaken as a city due to how many cars were parked outside ad how many men and women where standing in line trying to get in to the ball. Outside the main entrance was a red walk of some sorts having a couple hundred people trying to take photos of whatever actor was going to walk in next. The Limo is pulling off the road heading to the made entrance.

The car pulls up to the curb having the valet service open the back door to let out the guest of importance. As, Harry steps out of the limo he hears the click of cameras going off knowing that every move, every word he said tonight is going to be on the news tomorrow. Harry sees a group of men in black suits walking up to him clearing any and all Paparazzi. By the time the group of men reach Harry he knew that whatever happened next was going to be on the news tomorrow.

The Group of bodyguards split into two revealing the person that they were guarding. A 17 year old 5'9 woman as she liked to be called came out from between the men. She was valued as a relic of beauty by her many fans across the globe. Striking blue eyes, long palatium hair reaching her waist, D cups on her chest that defied gravity, and the laws of physics, and the body of a professional runner with her long legs. All warped up in a golden dress to finish it off. Harry had to remind himself not to drool, as he had that happen every time he saw her. She walked up to him grabbing his tie pulling him up to her chest looking down at him.

"Hey Harry." She says as she kisses him fully on the lips. Licking his bottom lip to ask for entrance. Harry hears the click of thousands of photos being taken at once and decides to hell with it. He opens up his mouth letting her in and he could feel her grin evilly thinking that she won. Well fate had different ideas as he stuck his tongue in her mouth feeling her stop moving as in shock as he maps out her mouth over and over again. He pulls back looking into her eyes surprised to see something he would call a type of hunger looking back at him. He steps back having her let go of his tie.

"Hey Arya." He said mocking her, Also making her blush as Harry was the only person allowed to call her by her first name. While everyone else had to call her by her middle name which was Diana, or Princess Diana. Harry meet Arya when he was about 7 having the Evan's family go to a resort in Hawaii for vacation.

"Shall we go inside Harry and see what type of chaos we have ensured this time." She says while grinning. Harry nods his head thinking might as well get it over with. He grabbed her hand pulling her though the crowd to the front door ignoring any questions asked by the people. By the time Harry had made it to the bouncer by the front door the whole ball had heard the news that the Evan's heir had arrived. The bouncer let Harry though the main doors into the fray of the people who were trying to get the Queen's attention seeing her approaching the main doors. He saw the Queen's guard trying to catch up to her after she went of in a hurry to save her "Harry" from the people wanting to know the relations between Harry and the Queen's family.

The queen finally finished getting to him pulling him into a tighter hug then what was concerned formal or even informal showing really how close they were. The guards had finally caught up the Queen. Seeing the position both of them were in the Captain of the guard polity tapped the Queen having her look up at him.

"What Alex, you're interrupting my time with my 'Harry'." The Queen said.

"My Majesty it is invalid to show such care for people in front of the public."

"Are you saying that I shouldn't show love to my Harry?"

"No, my Majesty it's just that people are watching."

"Oh…" She looks up seeing her daughter glaring daggers at her, and the whole room stopped staring at the interaction between her and the heir to the Even family. The Queen blushes realizing that at the time this might have not been a good idea. She feels movement at her breast region and blushes more.

"MMhhhMHmh…" She steps back letting Harry go almost watching him pass out due to the lack of air.

"Hi, my Majesty" Harry says when he had enough air to make the black spots in his eyes go away. Harry was able to get a look at her. Same platinum hair as her daughter but having a bigger bust and being about 5'10. Dressed in a Royal blue dress to match her eyes. The Queen and the princess were regarded as two of the best beauties of the Queendom.

"What have I told you about calling me 'My Majesty' Harry? My name's Liz to you, and only you."

"Sorry it just seemed that this place was really formal." Harry said while looking around the room seeing generals with their medaled-up attire, or the rich millionaire wearing some suit, or the ladies of the court wearing their dress.

"True. Well let's get you to a room where we can talk business." The Queen said grabbing his hand and directing him to the office in the mansion. Not looking back knowing that Arya would be following right after her wanting to know what was to happen. The guards opened up a room to the left of the entrance. The room inside had two large windows looking out to the driveway here the hundreds of photographers where at. In the middle of the room there was a seating area with 2 love seats and 2 couches all facing each other in a circle almost. To the far right of the room in the corner was a grand desk and seat for whoever might be doing work at the time. The guards went in first going into the four corners of the room closing the window shades blocking off the view from outside. Harry went to the circle of seats and seat in the love chair facing towards the door as an old habit. Arya came into the room and seat in the chair closest to him glaring daggers at the Queen still mad at hugging Harry like that. The Queen sat on the couch facing towards him looking at him dead in the eyes.

"So, Harry how would you like to be apart of the Royal family?" She grinned while saying this.

(An: Thank you everyone for the follows and the one review. Here's the end of the Chapter 1. The next chapter will be the beginning How Harry was raised and all that jazz. Thanks.)