Sixteen years ago...
It was nearing midnight and a cool breeze swept through the palm trees along the banks of the river Nile. It danced through the cloudless sky, teasing and caressing James' unruly hair. He was naked to the waist, sweat gleaming upon his bare white chest like tiny pearls, dewing his body hair with tiny jewels.
The wind blew in his ear and just for a moment James swore he could hear singing, he jumped from the shock and his battered glasses fell off. He picked them up with his smooth alabaster hands and repaired them with a tap of his wand and a muttered "Oculus Repairo".
The wind picked up again and this time James was certain there was a voice being carried to him. "Come to me, my raven heart," the voice said. The voice was female, throbbing and ever so sensuous; it was like a velvet finger of ice running down his spine. He forgot he was married, forgot that his wife was waiting for him in the tent, forgot everything.
The Nile waters enclosed his body as he waded obliviously into them, the waters as sleek and as accommodating as the womb that had birthed him. Supple golden arms grappled around his waist and dragged him underneath the swirling waters.
Sometime later James Potter opened his emerald eyes; he was no longer taking a walk by the river Nile on his second honeymoon, but in a crimson pavilion of silk. He was lying on a red and gold couch, being fanned by two golden women. James blushed for they were wearing golden bracelets, headdresses and silken loincloths, and nothing else. Their breasts were as golden as the rest of their flesh, but their nipples were as rosy and round as a normal woman's were.
James sat up slowly, the two women continued to fan him with a huge ostrich feather fan, that teased the air around him. "Where am I?" James asked
"You are in the great house of Ankhanset," a sultry voice purred. It was the same sensuous voice that had led him into the Nile waters, James realised. He looked across to the other side of the pavilion and gaped at the woman he saw there.
She was reclining on a great four poster bed, which was made entirely of gold. She was the most beautiful creature James had ever seen, but she was certainly not human. Her hair was black as night, black as the raven's wing, silken as water and glossy as jet. Her skin was golden and sparkled as though dusted with tiny jewels. Her eyes were silver and rimmed with exotic eyeliner, painted like an Egyptian Goddess. She wore nothing but a pair of bejewelled pasties and a silver thong.
"I am Ankhanset," the beautiful woman said, "and I have summoned you here to be my mate."
"T-that is an awesome honour, but I am already married." James stammered.
"That matters not to Ankhanset, you will father upon me a child, it has been foretold," Ankhanset proclaimed.
"I suppose I cannot argue with destiny," James said.
"You will never see me again, never look upon your child's face or even know her name," Ankhanset said, removing her pasties and wriggling out of her thong.
"Why do you want to mate with me?" James asked, taking off his shirt.
"You know of Egypt's great history, "Ankhanset said, now entirely nude and gloriously golden in her nudity. "This land was once ruled by great women witches, before the Romans came to usurp their power." She drew off James' light summer trousers with her elegant hands.
"Yes," James said, gasping as Ankhanset took of his boxer shorts and began to caress his hard prick.
"I am descended from Cleopatra, the last true Queen of Egypt," she paused and let her rosy tongue deftly flick across the glans of James' penis, eliciting a dry moan from his throat.
"I-I didn't... oh gods that's good... I didn't think you were human."
"I'm not," Ankhanset said, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him with her golden thighs, "I'm a veela, that's why I must have your seed." She mounted his cock, her slick wet walls tightening around his member as she rode him.
"Our...ahh... our child will be the Half-Blood Princess," Ankhanset purred through her moans, "she will...ugh... fulfil the prophecy."
They writhed against each other, golden flesh impaled upon an ivory hardness. They cried out, clawing at each other in the extremes of their pleasure. James' sex unleashed a fountain of creamy whiteness deep inside Ankhanset's golden pussy, then all faded away.
He awoke, naked and alone, on the Nile shores, his cock still dripping with the mixed juices. It was not a dream, that much he was sure of. The memories of Ankhanset's crimson pavilion faded quickly, but the glow from the greatest orgasm he'd ever had remained. He'd never forget that night, even if he couldn't remember it.