AN: Ok, so I know I haven't updated my other story in some time. I will not abandon it. I will also not give you readers a long list of reasons why I haven't returned. We will just say life became a priority. As for this story, it is the new 'Dark Lord Potter' story that I had a while back. I went over much of my old story (took out much of the old) and put in quite a bit of new stuff. This will NO LONGER be a harem story for anyone who did see the previous story before I removed it. It will eventually be a time travel fic, but not for a couple of chapters. I am warning right now, there will be sex scenes in this story, I will not go into graphic detail, but this will be an adult themed story. People will die, torture will occur, sex does happen, it is life. This story does not have a beta, if you feel you are up to the job, please message me.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or background, the plot and story are mine along with any OC or new places never mentioned.

Prologue

Pub Morgana was a dirty out of the way place in southern Iceland. Ran by a vampire of all people, it attracted all sorts of people, creatures, and even the occasional worldly demon. Anyone who didn't want to be found or seen came here. That was the reason her eyes nearly bugged out of their head when he walked in.

His hair was messier than normal, he was unshaved and looked, well frankly like he went seven rounds with a hill giant. Of course knowing his past that very well might have been true. He sat down not noticing her and ordered the strongest drink the place offered.

She glanced out the window to the bay below. The pub was built near the muggle village of Vík, well near enough. It was built directly into the mountain face, obscured from view using dozens of spells and wards of course, and the whole town could be seen from the outside deck. There were two ways into the place, by floo or by apparition. You had to know this place existed by being brought here by someone else who had been here. This of course just raised more questions.

Her attention was interrupted by a small brawl in the corner. The bartender, a Vlad McDane and owner, jumped over the counter landing right at the spot of the brawl. It would have been an impressive jump, if he weren't a vampire. He quickly stunned and bound both persons. They looked somewhat alike, so most likely a family issue they brought here, pathetic.

Why couldn't people keep their family issues more private? She was one to talk of course, nearly killing her sister and her… betrothed in the great hall when she was informed that the family name and fortune would be going to them. It didn't matter that she was the youngest; she was the perfect princess in the eyes of their parents, so she got what she wanted.

Taking her thoughts down that path soured her mood even more. She turned her eyes to the person who had caught her attention at first only to find him staring at her. For a split second a look of panic was seen in his eyes then he looked away quickly. He must have thought no one that knew him would be here. Talk about being naïve. He always was in school too, the rumors flying around, the events that were witnessed. Almost all of it would have been child's play to her or most of her circle of friends, as few as they were.

Now that she had been all but cast from the family… NO! She put an abrupt halt to those thoughts again. The whisky in her hand was not working the way it should. She was supposed to forget the events, but they would not leave her mind. She took another long swig. Really she should care about her image, drinking like a common peasant. Pathetic of her, but the traitorous thoughts wouldn't leave.

Her eyes flicked to the man at the end of the counter, he was looking at her again. One of the rumors at school was he would read your mind if he looked into your eyes. Well let him! Perhaps he would get lost and mess something up in her mind trying to get out. She of course knew that Legilimency didn't work that way, but the whole point was now that she didn't care.

She almost wanted him to read her mind, a small part of her wanting someone to pity her. The more dominant part of course overruled the pity and she averted her eyes. The alcohol must be working because a small smile graced her face with a blush to join it. Why did she feel like she was fourteen again? It was those eyes, those gorgeous eyes that even the girls in her dorm would talk about. They seemed to peer into your soul, made you feel small and if he was angry, they made you wish to never see that emotion again!

It really didn't matter who he was anymore, they weren't kids in school anymore. They were adults now and she could make her own choices, no matter how bad they were. The current tabloid, also known as the Daily Prophet, was saying he was involved, when wasn't he? Those sluts back at school all claimed they had him in the broom closets on a weekly basis; it didn't matter if he was seen by dozens of others at the same time. Word quickly spread among the females that he was a god without his pants on, something she could say she didn't know.

Unable to control her actions their eyes made contact again. She held his gaze for almost a minute before his eyes flicked to the stairs and rooms. Not knowing why she nodded her head. He stood downing his drink and tossing a small sack of gold coins onto the counter. The vampire must have known his intentions because he just said two words, "Number three."

The man made his way to her without losing eye contact and held out his hand. She had been coming here long enough; she knew his intentions without a doubt. She had seen plenty of couples going up the stairs, but none of them paid as well as he just had done. If she took his hand they would be up there until morning, without any interruptions. She could still refuse, she wanted to, in part. The previous dominant part of her was losing the battle quickly. She took his hand which made him smile.

God that smile of his set her insides on fire. She was not innocent in the ways of sex or love making, but his smile made her feel like a kid again, about to do it for the first time. She blushed as he led her up the stairs. Her eyes flicked over her shoulder and noticed in the quick seconds she surveyed the room that her escort was receiving many jealous glares. It made her smile, for the year that she had been coming here she had turned down no less than fifty offers. She hadn't accepted any of them, until now.

Before she knew it the door clicked shut and glowed showing the spells and wards to keep the room private go active. His tongue was in her mouth, his hands under her blouse, her hands tangled in his hair. This wasn't love making, this was raw primal sex. They both obviously needed an outlet, and the fates decided that they could help each other out. She didn't know how he did it but the cold air hit her nipples before she even knew her bra was off. Leaving his mouth for a breath of air she needed she got a good look into his eyes from close up.

She could now see his eyes without their glasses, and she couldn't move. They were darker than normal, much darker. The lust was easily seen within them, and the power, oh Merlin the power behind them was intoxicating. She suddenly found herself sober of all the alcohol she drank earlier. Just a little irritated at the loss of coin for the drinks that no longer affected her, her eyes narrowed.

She should have been impressed at the wandless charm he just cast, especially considering it was almost a four second wand movement, and he didn't say anything either. "I want your mind clear, this is the only time I will ask," he said. "Do you want this?"

She should have known the noble git would do something like that. As a way of answering she just growled and tackled him to the bed behind him. Neither of their mouths could talk and if she had her way wouldn't for the whole night. Her skirt and his pants soon joined their tops on the floor. She wasted no time mounting the gift that the creator gave him, and what a gift it was.

She threw her head back and cried to the heavens in pure bliss as she took his whole manhood in one thrust. His hands were now on her breasts touching them, caressing them. She couldn't think straight, sex wasn't this good before. Those boys that claimed they had what it took to please a woman had never seen nor heard of this true piece of man that was spearing into her center.

For a split second she paused her gyrating to thank the non-pureblood in his veins, no pureblood man would have this gift, too many years of in-breeding with cousins destroyed the chance for decent endowment. As she continued her climax neared. She suddenly found herself on the bed under him while he slammed into her. She could hear herself praising the fates to him.

She tried to hold back, she really did. It had just been too long, and she had no experience like this. She couldn't hold on any longer. She cried out just as she could feel his essence pour into. The hot liquid almost burned her cold insides. As the last pulse swept through her body her voice was heard screaming, "Don't stop!" She really tried not to say his name; she didn't want to jinx this good dream, but that word slipped from her mouth before she could stop herself.

His last name slipped from her lips in an almost whisper and her icy blue eyes met his. She felt his eyes probing her soul, but she could see his bared for her as well. The pain, the hurt, and the loneliness, it was all there for her to see. He really did have good looking eyes; he shouldn't hide them behind his glasses. He leaned down to her ear just as she felt him start to rock inside her again, which was when she realized he had never gone soft! "Call me Harry," he whispered, "I think you have earned it, my Ice Queen."

AN: Well, how was that for a start? Did you guess correctly for his partner? I will update this story with Harry/Daphne when I upload the next chapter. Until then thank you for reading.