Meet yet another Queen

Why doesn't Harry learn magic?

So that he can do it first at Hogwarts. Also remember that he's not met someone so powerful that he needs magic until now.

But doesn't that make him weak?

Tell that to the dead werewolves, Russians and that Aussie smuggler. I thought Harry was way too strong.

Jon/Alexa?

Um... No. If the first kiss of 20 was the idea of your romantic kiss, that's sad. However explicit the trio may be, they're still 10 to 11. Permanent relationship would be foolish.

Harry/Alexa?

I said no to Harry/Hermione but Alexa isn't Hermione. So maybe...

Jon/Annika?

Read on to find out. The end I had in mind is rather... unique.

Annika's Hotel Bedroom, NYC

10:37 pm, 1st January, 1991

Her eyes opened with a tiny gasp. Her lover was back again. The rough calloused hands held her by the thighs tightly as she felt a wet tongue slowly enter her pussy. It started with the outer folds swishing around in a circular motion as a single finger lightly flicked her clit.

She reached her hand down towards her centre to take care of stimulating her nub but as soon as she reached there, one of the hands moved up and held her hand, softly pushing it away.

The tongue then began moving towards her wetter lower folds, one hand still holding both of her hands. But then it suddenly went up and bit her clit for a second and Annika tried to—

Annika had been unable to sleep. It started with the regular fantasies but now it was getting slightly... strange.

and then Jon the tentacle monster, now simultaneously in all seven of her holes, holding three of her 18 tits, began to really move—

—Jon the White Bull had seen her and now there'd be no escape for Annika, wife of King Midas and Queen of Crete. She felt her pussy wetting at the very thought of being taken by a bull—

—Annika the little mermaid prayed her melodious voice would completely return by the time Jon the Prince was done with her—

The doors to her room burst open. Annika groggily woke up. Lots of white fog poured in. Then about 30 men and women in suits entered single file spreading themselves throughout the room, along with a woman in a T-shirt being prodded forward. Ivy!

Annika still hadn't climaxed a single time that night no matter what she thought Jon was doing. And now these people dare interrupt her FINGERING!!

Just as she began putting on clothes, the last of the intruders came in. He had his hands held behind his back and was wearing a three piece suit expensive enough to buy her hotel room. He was also a 16 year old kid.

As he entered he ominously declared, his voice a whisper carrying throughout the room, "Are you the Veela that ran from my clutches, Mademoiselle?"

Dark and Mysterious. But he was no knight like her Jon. "Would you believe me if I said no, Monsieur?"

"Of course not. Does Harry Potter like you, Annika?"

"Um..." she thought of how he'd told her she loved Jon, of his kiss with Ivy, "No, I think he doesn't like me any more than a friend."

"Hmm..."

Then he tilted his head a bit. And seven of the gaurds surrounding his raised their wands to their throats and shot a sickly purple spell which cut through it.

There were only 23 left now, other than the kid of course. Annika's mouth hanged open in shock. "Don't worry Mademoiselle, these seven had assured me that I'd find Potter's love interest here. Now does anyone else of the group like you?"

She thought of how much her Jon loved her, "Yes! Jon Snow likes me!" Now that she thought about it, Snow seemed an unlikely name to her. She suddenly thought she saw a black blade coming out from the floor beside the bed.

"Does he now? And what will he do—"

But before he could speak any more, the bed was falling...

... through the floor...

...into another room.

In seconds, she felt the bed hit another bed below it and looking above, saw that the ceiling of her room was falling too.


8:13 pm, 1st January, 1991

There are two ways of combating magical exhaustion if you're Harry Potter. One is the general rule: Take some rest. The other is to dump him in a bathtub full of water.

"You damned Heroic fool! Why did hell would you wake me from my well deserved rest?"

Jon stared at Harry. Contrary to his words, he appeared quite relaxed in the tub, even splashing about like a kid.

"Give me a plan Potter! There's no way in hell you really want to leave those two girls to die at the hands of a little kid, me to die saving them and Alexa to remain unconscious through it all!"

Jon had thought of just leaving Harry here but it would be nice to have some backup. Besides, Harry's insane plans generally worked.

Harry sighed and crouching in the water, holding his knees together, he said, "I-i just can't face myself Jon. I've done a very very bad thing. I n-needed to sleep some."

"And what exactly have you done?"

"P-please trust in me. I-i can't tell you. I just need to ask Ivy something."

Jon breathed out the breath he'd been holding. Then, his face hard he said, "Well get out! We can't have her dying just so you can drown in your failures!"

"I can't drown. Do we even have the time to get there?" Harry asked. Then his eyes widened. "You're aren't! Please tell me you aren't!"

"I've already done it."

"But we hate each other! He's so... arrogant. And you know he's trying to seduce Alexa."

"Yeah, about that. Wake Alexa up too."

"Jon, I'm quite sure I'll faint of exhaustion again."

"Better than being killed when she finds out what you've done."

Harry thought over what Jon had said.


"So you thought it would be nice to keep me away from danger by leaving me unconscious. I don't know whether to kill you or kiss you."

Harry Potter had been thrown into the tub again. "Go for the second one Watson!"

She punched him in the chest. Then ignoring his groans of pain, whispered to Jon "So Pegasus is waiting outside?"

"Yes. He is the fastest flying animal of the world. Much faster than Thestrals too. Though Harry still thinks he's trying to woo you. Wonder who started that rumour?"

"I did. In reality he's dating Misty the unicorn. I've even seen them doing it. It was a peculiar experience."

Jon looked at Harry's hate filled eyes staring at the skies. Then looking back at Alexa, "You're an evil evil girl."

She just smirked in reply.


Harry knew that three kids flying a Pegasus in the air, in the most populated metropolitan area of the world broke a lot of rules somewhere. The thought filled him with an inner satisfaction.

Not that he liked Pegasus the Pegasus. It was completely accidental that he was sitting at the back, with Allesandra just infront of him, his hands holding her tightly round the waist.

'I'm Pegasus the Pegasus. blah blah blah. I fly across the Atlantic in minutes. blah blah blah. I even look better than you, Harry Potter. blah blah blah. shining grey coat, faster than your boat, why shouldn't I gloat, I win by a unanimous vote. Blah blah blah.'

Harry kicked Pegasus with his leg. He just knew it was teasing Harry with his thoughts.


"So, what are we going to do?"

Harry outlaid his evil plan. "We need to borrow two rooms, the ones above and below our floor, about ten tranquilizer darts should do it, two swords that cut through most things and about half an hour. Leave the rest to Harry Potter."


"So you want to crush all of Dracula's men by letting the ceiling fall on them. Isn't that a bit... aggressive?" Alexa was contemplative.

"Nope."

"And if we get the timing or placement of holes wrong?"

"The bottom hole opens first and only when the girls start falling do we let the ceiling fall. The shock of the first prevents the discovery of the second."

"And Jon is cutting the upper floor why?"

"I'm very very tired and you don't have the blades to do it. Besides he's the one who wanted the rescue."

"Fair enough."


Harry stood on the balcony of the 54th floor. He had a Black Pouch(TM) in his hands. It contained just one thing— a huge boulder to finally create the pressure force required to break down the ceiling, after the cuts Jon had already made and create enough force to crush the vampires. He, however, was waiting for the signal, Alexa's from the 53rd floor, signalling arrival of both girls.


There were two almost completed holes on the ceiling. The bed and the approximate location of Ivy, Princess of Vampires, scouted by Alexa, under an invisibility cloak, on the 53rd floor and sent through the hole in the balcony.

Jon Black was standing on top of a moved cabinet, his sword ready to make two cuts, waiting for an arrow from Alexa to signal the opportune moment.


Alexa sometimes loved this power. Two of her arrows one to signal the rescue of two girls and the second the death of 24 men. She shot the first arrow downwards, holding the other ready beside it and just as she saw the bed fall and Ivy fall with it and then she shot the second one.

There was a moment when the world seemed to still as the ceiling fell and she gasped when the Teenage King jumped in after the bed, letting out a roar of fury, directly into the room with the hostages and Jon.


Ivy had hit the wall on reaching Jon's floor and immediately knocked herself out.

Vlad Dracula, supposed to be crushed to death had just landed on Annika's bed. He took in the scene of Jon standing on the cabinet, which shook and fell down with him and almost twisted his ankle, looked at Annika, who was lying shocked on the same bed and before Jon could do anything, he bit her neck.

"Noooo..."

Jon let out a scream of fury, and charged at Dracula, all his fear vanishing into thin air as he considered Annika's condition, just as she herself fainted to take part in the five minute long conversion process.

Thankfully, Jon still had Excalibur but just as he slashed at Dracula, the vampire jumped out of the way, into the air and when he landed, his hands held a silver longsword. His voice was quite different from the whispery scary one he'd used before.

It was that of a snarling beast hunting for its prey.

"Where's Potter?

"Safe in his estate, of course," Jon replied before he charged again.

They clashed against each other and both the sword fighters were surprised when the other's blade was not immediately cut off at that point.

'A blade that can withstand Excalibur!'

"Harry Potter you imbecile!"

Dracula disengaged and attacked his feet and Jon parried and tried to thrust the black blade into his gut. But Dracula already had his blade there. Jon tried to attack his head but had to defend himself from another attack which would've cut off his arm.

Before Jon stood a boy with a body five years older, with maybe thousands of years of practice, who was gifted to be faster.

"I'm not telling you that!"

Even facing certain death, Jon's heart soared to finally find someone better at sword fighting than him as his world dissolved into a series of thrust and parries and ripostes, nothing mattering more to him than the next swing of the blade.


53rd Floor

3 Minutes ago

The current occupants of the 53rd floor remained oblivious to the epic fight about to happen. Also, Alexa had the small problem that door had been blocked by Harry's boulder. So she couldn't do anything except...

"Harry Potter get your ass down here right now."

"Coming Watson." Alexa immediately heard a soft thud and looked up to see Blackflame protuding out of the ceiling asecond before Harry Potter jumped down or rather swung down like...

"Spider boy at your service, Watson," he said bowing to her. And he was wearing a parachute bag too!

"Spider Boy. How... orignal. And why're you wearing a parachute bag, Harry?" Sometimes she wondered if she even needed a King of Vampires to irritate her. Harry Potter was already doing such a fine job.

He pointed at the floor, "Well I thought that now that the Vampires are taken care of, I could get some flying experience. Jump out into the air you know.

"You're insane, Harry. Anyway, the King of Vampires survived your attack by jumping down the bed hole. We've got to go down to kill him."

Suddenly the heard the characteristic ring of metal on metal. A swordfight must've begun down below.

They'd rushed to the balcony now, the crescent moon illuminating the New York skyline along with the lights from the buildings.

"Don't worry," Harry said absently, though he looked worried, "We'll swing down and save the day. You can be Spider Girl while I'll stab Drac with my wand."

Harry summoned his sword. And it came to him... along with a small amount of debris, which struck Alexa...

...who was standing by the railing and lost her balance and toppled over...

...into the night air, and to certain death.

The last thing she saw before her eyes closed shut out of fear was Harry Potter, fool that he was, following her without a second's hesitation.


Jon felt like he was going to lose. Dracula was just too good. Just then, he saw an opening in Dracula's defence and tried to take advantage...

...but it was an advanced feint and Dracula was going to stab him now and he was going to die...When out of nowhere, a stick suddenly struck the back of the Vampire's head and he missed his chance... and the fight continued.


Skyfall

Harry's mind had theorized, in the second after he jumped, that he might as well eject his wand out of its holster as he fell down the 52nd floor. It was after all the only weapon capable of killing Drac.

So the falling Harry Potter backflipped in mid-air such that for a very small moment, both his eyes and left hand pointed towards the room of the fight and with a snickt!, the Wand of Desire shot off towards the room

Then he continued falling. Aleza was about 10 feet below him now, and the distance between them would only increase from here on. Alexa was diving like a skydiver and screaming continuously, her arms spread, while Harry was diving straight down.

And there was no fucking way to increase his fucking speed further. The wind rushing through his hair would always slow him slightly unless...

Harry tried to feel the wind. Really feel it. There was water vapour in it somewhere. The same vapour that had saved him from demontors long years ago. His magic found the vapour.

And he commanded his magic to absorb it, to fill his veins with strength, and propel him forward. It took a lot of his inner reserves. Harry could almost feel the magic draining from his body.

But propel him it did and Harry caught hold of the falling Alexa's waist and immediately pulled the cord to release the parachute.

Harry hoped they hadn't passed the minimum height of parachute deployment as they continued falling for a few seconds. Alexa was still shouting into Harry's ears so he did the only thing he could think of.

He kissed her. Harry wondered what it said about him that of all the kisses he'd had, he liked the one with the girl in mid-air the best. Perhaps because her lips were softer than both Annika's and Ivy's.

Alexa immediately shut up. Though her eyes widened and Harry saw tear tracts there. And with a brush of his hand, he wiped them away. They were still falling, though slowly now.

The parachute and its two occupants landed in the pool infront of the Building that was their hotel.

When he emerged out he was laughing. Alexa was scowling at him as they both ran out, though still dripping wet, towards the hotel lobby. "I had to do it to save my ears. Besides, we can conclude that you must've really wanted to fall off."

"Lets save Jon first Potter. Then I'll deal with you. And that fall into the pool better be accidental."

It wasn't. Harry had actually steered himself towards the pool to stop himself from falling unconscious out of sheer magical exhaustion.

"Of course it was accidental, Watson. Whatever would make you think otherwise..." He said as he pressed the lift button to the infamous 52nd floor, leaving behind a shocked receptionist.

Had he been looking at Alexa, he'd have seen her blushing cheeks.

Too bad by the time they reached, the fight would already reach its conclusion.


Jon had tried. He really had. But even after all his disadvantages in the fight, the Dracula had another advantage over him. He did not tire at all. It was no surprise then that in the minutes after the stick hit, he was getting slightly tired.

And a tired opponent is a dead opponent. In one of the next clashing of blades, Dracula broke through his defence, twisted his hand and disarmed him. Then, as if the fight had been to essy to even mention, he smiled a Classic Evil Smile (The CES) and pointed his sword at Jon.

"Tell me where Harry Potter is now, Jon Black if you desire to live."

Sword pointed at his neck, his body lying on the floor, Jon didn't disappoint in the role of a Defiant Classical Hero (The DCH), "Not in your dreams Dracula."

As if to spoil this scene, Annika woke up. Both the hero and the villian were slightly disappointed.

Jon sadly noted that the old Annika was gone. Now she had slightly larger canines, slightly paler skin but most of all, her eyes were Blood-red now.

Immediately after waking up, she jumped off the bed and bowed to Dracula. "Allow me to serve His Eternal Paleness, King Vlad Dracula in any way I can."

Jon suddenly lost his remaining fight. His friends would not even know that he'd died and the girl he was dying for would kill him herself.

Dracula gave Jon the CES again. "What a refreshing turn of events. Well let's see... cut off Jon's hands Annika dear..."

Something seemed to pass through Annika's expression. "J-jon? J-jon Snow?"

"Jon Black. This boy lying on the floor. Cut off his hand."

"Jon... feelings... jealousy?..."

Some internal struggle seemed to be going on in her heart. There was a moment's pause as Dracula looked at her as if she were a new human Vampire species that dared to delay in following his orders. Suddenly, an expression of resolve appeared on her face.

"I won't! I'll never harm Jon, my Love!"

Then suddenly the stick of wood, that had saved Jon, which Jon now noticed was Harry's Holly wand, jumped into her open palm and before any of them could react, it had been thrust into Vlad Dracula's throat.

The Vampire's eyes widened with shock as did Jon's. Hours ago, this girl had been ignoring Jon and now she had just stabbed a Vampire because of her love for him! Nobody had ever done that. Bloody Hell!

Wait. He hadn't said or thought that. Jon glanced back. Harry Potter was here. And he looked genuinely regretful. Alexa stood just behind him, an arrow taut on her silver bow, pointed at Dracula. Both were dripping wet.

Annika herself looked disbelieving and looked to be going through something. The hand which had held Harry's wand suddenly withdrew as if burned, as if the wand had rejected her after its use.

There was a moment of silence.

"It wasn't me... It wasn't me..." Harry said suddenly as he took a look around the room, watching the Vampire King's throat or more specifically, his wand in some strange light, some fear, some admiration.

His eyes rose and he looked Annika straight in the eyes. Jon suddenly felt he was witnessing a very private conversation. Harry began walking forward, slowly towards Annika. But when Harry spoke, it was loud and clear.

"Today, when you approached me in the afternoon, I thought you liked me when Jon liked you." He had now reached her and slowly placed his hand on her cheek.

"I wanted for you to like Jon and not me. The first false deduction of my life was created. And you began to love Jon. Love Jon that is but without true desire."

Harry took hold of her hand now and brought it up to inhale its scent, "But then I thought what if there was a third variable? What if you came to me, not out of desire, to arouse jealousy but out of fear, Fear of yourself?"

"What the hell are you talking about Harry?" Alexa couldn't see it and neither could Jon.

Annika shivered despite herself as Harry suddenly let go of her hand and turned to her. "That when Annika kissed Jon yesterday, she faced the possibility that neither I nor Jon may be Gay but she still couldn't enjoy the kiss. That the position she envisioned herself in was not with me as much as as me."

"That when she tried to seduce me, it was to run from her true nature. That she's been fantasizing of Jon all day and been unable to cum. And that you Alexa are the person she's second most attracted to in this room. The first is currently unconscious."

And even the dying Dracula glanced at his unconscious daughter, Ivy. And Harry chose that moment to pull out his wand from his neck and immediately holstered it.

Annika's posture suddenly changed, from that of the Eternal servant to something similar to... Jon's own?

Immediately, Harry gave Annika his golden sword and the 13 year old Veela, without the slightest hesitation, swung it at the neck of Dracula, who now appeared completely mortal

And the head of the King of Vampires fell down on the bloody floor, cut down by the new Queen of Vampires.


Undisclosed location, Transylvania

One Month Later

"Friends, Vampires, other Bloodsuckers and fellow enemies... when the Queen asked me to give a funeral speech for his Grace, Vlad Dracula, I was surprised. Whatever was she thinking when she gave me, Harry Potter a chance to speak publically?"

The Transylvanian capital was a quite well developed Vampire colony, in some ways better than of the rich cities of the West.

There was, however, one small hitch. Only the King and his attendants were allowed anywhere near the most developed parts.

"Look at her Jon. She looks quite delicious, doesn't she?" Alexa's tone was full of teasing. They were sitting on the grand stage, behind Harry who stood before Dracula's coffin.

"Anyway, Vlad Dracula or Drac as I've called him was a Fucking brat." The hall erupted with cheers. Harry knew to say exactly what the people wanted.

"I'd known him only for a day but still deduced how wrongly he misused the power vested in him, in building personal Arcade places, trafficking Veelas, relentlessly killing Vampires. That motherfucker even implemented Dry Days, for both Alcohol and Sex. How dare he?!"

"HEAR, HEAR!"

"Look how creamy her skin is. Don't you want to go to her and take a bite of it. Lick her and run your tongue all over it, Jon." She really was beautiful. And irresistible. In fact she was exactly Jon's type.

"Vlad Dracula was a selfish idiot drunk in the power magic vested in him. He forced the vampires to build palaces, gardens and recreational buildings but denied access to the common bloodsucker. He made you fight for Artemisia and gave you nothing."

"He was killed like the coward he was, killed after Alexa brought down his 30 gaurds with a single arrow, after Jon fought him in 10 minutes of an epic clash of swords, killed by your Queen at the end of a golden blade in the first act of defiance by a Vampire in living memory..."

The crowd was going mad with enthusiasm.

"Go on Jon. You know you want her. Your one true addiction. The only way to get over a heartbreak. Atleast, approach her and say something."

"Queen Annika and Ivy are maybe the two sexiest women in the hall here. They're in fact so good-looking that I wouldn't waste a moment in trying to break them apart. However, I have complete confidence in their ability to usher in a new age of development and prosperity for the Vampire Nation, perhaps even more than that in their everlasting beauty. To the New Queen and Her Princess."

"HEAR, HEAR."

Jon saw Harry raise his Butterbeer1 in a toast but Harry's words were going over his head. Jin only had eyes for her. In a rush, Jon took out Excalibur and charged at her. How dare her exist in such beauty. So, approaching the table where she sat, Jon cut off her throat with a single slash of his blade.

The swan-shaped cake was delicious. It was love at first bite

"Um... that's Jon. Sorry I meant Lord Jon Polaris of Black, He who Crossed swords with Dracula at 10 and lived. He... loves cake."

It said something about the unpopularity of Dracula that the hall erupted into cheers. 'Not that I care,' thought Jon, cutting off another piece.


A cruise ship and a Yacht. The Vampires and their new Queen had gifted the trio with a cruise ship. They had decided to call the ship Ocean's Wolf as Jon wanted to dedicate it to Ghost, who took care of the creatures at Raventree (except for China, Bermuda and Australia).

It was to be a home for orphans (Non magical, of course), manned by orphans, financed by the Vampires. It was beautiful. So beautiful that Harry wanted to thank Ivy for it...


1st May, 1991

"And that my friends is how I came to own my own cruise ship."

Harry had an audience of 12 children surrounding him.

The youngest girl (9 years old) chuckled and said, "Yeah right! And I'm Perry Hatter.

"Hey! I'm Perry Hatter."

The kids laughed at his joke. Harry decided not to strangle them. There were about 3 months of vacation left it became boring without people to irritate.


Epilogue to Origin.....

2 and a half Months Ago (Two weeks after the speech)

Transylvania

Everyday more and more Vampires came to swear fealty to the Queen. It left the Queen tired of all the oaths. Tired enough that once she went to sleep in their room, she didn't notice Ivy going away that night.

Harry's room was in the Queen's wing of the keep. The rooms were all open to each other and Harry always slept with his doors open. Ivy entered the room on tiptoes, barely making a sound. Harry was asleep but Hedwig saw her, her attire, trilled and flamed away.

Harry's eyes opened, instantly alert and scanning. Others would've taken seconds to orient themselves. Somehow, Ivy knew that both Jon and Harry were ready for confrontation after the first blink. As she looked into them, the two green pools of peaceful temptation, any final hesitation she may have had vanished.

Harry raised himself up slightly and arched an eyebrow in question.

"Strip."

After millisecond long thought process, he moved his bedsheet off himself. He was just wearing black trunks underneath.

"Why is it Harry Potter," she said staring at his very muscular body and at what hid between the trunks, "that I find myself thinking of you even when with my Queenly lover?"

Harry smirked to himself and threw off the covers, jumping to his feet in a second.

"Because you, my Dear, are a bisexual. And I happen to be the most devious male on the planet."

"And why would that matter?" She said as Harry moved forward to kiss her lightly.

"A beautiful woman with 360 years of experience visits a 10 year old virgin boy in red lingerie. It matters alright." Again her cheeks reddened at the word 'beautiful.' Devil knew why.

He took hold of her hands, each with one of his own and connected them behind her back. He then put both hands on her ass.

She whispered into his ear, "I believe you're too confident in your abilities. Depend too much on th—"

She inhaled sharply when Harry swept her off her feet, so that she fell into his arms. Then he placed her gently on the bed, on her back, before lying beside her.

"What are you—"

"Calling off your bluff, Ivy. You of all people should be thankful to me." He grabbed hold of her arms and raised them up above her head and held them there.

And then he kissed her, biting her lips in that tantalizing style, and slowly the haze of arousal overtook her body. His tongue entered her mouth attacking her. She didn't bring her hands down for she knew they'd be sent straight back up. She didn't even try to fight with her tongue, Harry was just too dominant.

A half sweet, half tangy taste. Somewhat like her favourite glass of cider. That's how his lips tasted like.

Suddenly, she felt his hands move off to somewhere, before they were on her hands again, taking them to either side of the nearest bedpost and then...

Clink!

Pause.

"You handcuffed me, Harry."

"Only to stop further interference, Ivy dear."

"What do you..." She stopped

He had a knife in his hand. "My uncle's. Killed werewolves and seals with it." Then he softly but quickly cut off her bra and thong at the straps and gently removed them. She was naked now!

She looked at Harry's expressionless face, at how his eyes seemed to drink in her body, her C cups, her ass, her shaved pussy and her clit. When he looked back at her, his emerald eyes were glowing softly. And she felt herself getting wetter.

"Is the room silenced, Ivy?"

She smiled slightly, "Of course."

"Then let's begin."


He began licking his way down from her now puffed lips. He bit her neck along the way in what would surely leave a mark.

His mouth started with her tits. He sucked on her left on like a popsicle, while his left hand worked on tweaking and twisting her right nipple. His right hand, meanwhile, slowly inched towards her pussy.

Suddenly, his tongue licked her nipple. She moaned in delight. Ivy had come to seduce him. Instead, things were going very differently. His nails softly scraped her navel as his hand finally reached down there. She moaned again.

Her nipples were hard as stone when his hand which had been doing nothing until now suddenly plunged an index finger deep into her pussy. She began to moan and shake but Harry's mouth immediately left her nipple and as his left hand pulled her down by her hair and kissed her. Down below, his finger began to move on small circles around her hole.

Ivy desperately wanted him to touch her clitoris but Harry was staying far from it. His left hand went down again to pull at her nipples. She was moaning into her mouth as the single finger moved around her entrance, reverently touching all her walls.

"Morrre..." she suddenly whimpered. Harry who was currently kissing her jaw, suddenly stopped. She wanted more. His finger continued their motion.

"More what, Ivyanna? I need to know..."

"Mm-moree..." Some part of her found the question difficult to respond.

Harry lightly slapped her face. Some of her mind cleared. "More of this?" he whispered into her ear. She shook her head. He pulled her nipples. "This?" She shook again. He added one more finger to her hole. "This, perhaps?"

"Aaaaah.." She moaned again, in agreement. The fingers began to move in tandem. At this rate, she was soon going to climax. Suddenly Harry's hand withdrew and before she could protest, he moved from where he was biting her shoulder to begin kissing her again. Just when she her mind was back in a haze, Harry got up from her body for a second.

She couldn't see what he was doing but when he returned, he had a black something in his hand. He held it out for her to see as he moved back on, his legs on either side of her, his other hand on her nipples. She stared at it for a second before she saw it was he trunk. Which meant...

It thrust into her in a single motion, and as she moaned in pain at the fullness of his length and girth, the strength of his hand, now grabbing her tits, he threw away his trunks, held her behind her neck and kissed her wildly.

Though she'd been fucked sometimes, men (or women) were usually too afraid to really take charge. Harry took to it like a natural, thrusting in and out, somehow taking care not to hit her G-spot, nor touch her clit, but recklessly seeking his own pleasure.

Her walls felt as if they were on the verge of collapse at numerous occasions, she was ready to cry in irritation but somehow stopped herself.

And he went on and on using her body for his own enjoyment. And for some reason, she loved it. In and out, in and out, in and out.

And then suddenly, just as he was about to climax, he stabbed her heart with his uncle's knife. And then, as she began to die, he began to give her the Kiss of Life.


"You tried to kill me, Ivyanna. In the exact same way. I had to do something."They were sitting on his bed, or atleast he was as Ivyanna sat in his lap. Her pusssy was full of his cum. Her hands were still cuffed behind her to the bedpost as Harry, his cock still erect and lightly played with her nipples with one hand, the other still fingering her. Oh and she still hadn't cum.

In an hour, the convulsions would start. They would last a month. Then she would become a demon.

A Vampire demon, and she was sure Harry knew that, had the curse of being insatiable. That meant whatever they did, they would be loyal to their creators, the Queen and would never be satisfied. No matter how much they were showered with gifts, how much sex they had, how many victories they won, they never found true satisfaction and always wasted their lives searching for it.

It was an ultimate punishment. Annika had been an adequate lover and she'd squandered all of that by deciding to go to Harry. Well, atleast she had an hour

"Why did you declare her a lesbian?"

"You're smart. She was in a confused state then, standing over Dracula, she didn't know who she really was. I just forced the most logical choice on her."

"And that was me?"

"Annika is not a good person. She will surely be a much worse ruler than Dracula, who was just a spoilt brat and when she gets out of her shock and realises the power she possesses, perhaps a worst tyrant too. I made you Queen Consort to help her."

"Control herself?"

He scoffed, "No. To help her survive and enjoy her life. You are there to save her from herself. There are three people I truly care about— Alexa, Jon and Mum. And I couldn't break Jon's heart completely. So I declared her a lesbian, made her a Queen of an enemy nation..."

"And punished me too. And what about kiss you gave me when Papa had captured me?"

"It was Kiss of Promise, though not to save you but to Destroy you. You thought you could seduce me to reach absolute power, yet here you are, less than an hour from demonification."

Ivyanna immediately detected a flaw. "And what if she goes to war against you or decides to harm one of yours? Vampires are very powerful creatures."

"She won't. There's one person she loves more than herself now, You."

"Who will be loyal to her now." The counter was obvious. She chuckled at his naivety.

"Did you know that I'm not a Vampire? I read some things in the Black library about the venom in my blood and since she can't command me, she can't command you."

Ivyanna gasped. "You can't mean to say..."

"Try to convince her not to attack me and mine or even be too much of a tryant. And in the unlikely scenario that she refuses, kill her. But judge her fairly. Those are my only orders for you."

"But then I'll be Queen."

"Yes. But still be fair in judgement of her. You have killed more than 3000 people. Now you have a chance at redemption."

"Why do you even care about power? Want to conquer the world?"

"Too Boring. I desire only three things Ivyanna: Complete control over my life, Thrill and Contentment. They funnily enough form my Insane side, Genius and Dark side Respectively. Sometimes, these goals sadly require control over the outer world too."

Then the boy who'd just destroyed her life got up, stopping fingering her and began putting on clothes.

"And are there no enemies for you?"

"Three people first decided my fate: An old man who kills himself everyday in grief, my mother who I now love and Emily Riddle, or Lady Artemisia to you."

He smiled down at her prone naked form as he put on his trousers. "Exactly two of them thought I was a squib. Albus Dumbledore will have to tolerate me for years. That's punishment enough. I will destroy the life of the third myself and enjoy doing it."

He put on his shirt, grabbed his sling bag and walked towards the door.

Ivyanna tried one last time, though her tone was defeated, "Could you atleast give me one last climax?"

He didn't even turn back. "No."

"Where are you going anyway?"

He turned back to look at her, opening the door with his other hand. "As much as I like comfortable beds, your Grace, I'm Harry Potter. I would rather sleep under the stars."

He lightly shut the door.


As the convulsions began half an hour later, her last conscious thought was that Hogwarts didn't know who was coming for her.

End Book 0: Origin