The Lesbian Queen.
This is going to be a Dark Harry Potter story that will have lots of bashing (Namely Ron and Snape), lots of lemons, and a very op fem Harry Potter. This is also my first time writing a Dark Harry Potter story, so I hope you guys will enjoy it.
Before we get into the first chapter, there are a couple things that everyone should know about the story.
1) The story will be about a fem Harry Potter, which her name will be Helena Potter.
2) Harry is going to be in the Slytherin House and a Dark Lady.
3) Since the story's title is called The Lesbian Queen, fem Harry will only be interested in women, and women ONLY. So, if you are a man and approaching Harry to ask her on a date, you might want to run away or else you'll find yourself in the Hospital Wing with so much pain.
4) Some characters will be the opposite gender, like Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom and Viktor Krum. I'm also planning to add some OC characters to this story from the Assassins in the Wizarding World, like Khione, Xenia and Anna. (You should read that story, I'm pretty sure you'll like it) I'm debating to let Voldemort become a woman or not, even though it's the first chapter. What do you guys think? Should Voldemort become a woman or not?
5) This will be a multi-story, so a lot of girls in the Wizarding World will be in fem Harry's harem, including a lot of Muggles from the Muggle World.
Alright, that's pretty much what this story is about. Let's head into the first chapter of The Lesbian Queen.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and its characters. All rights go to J.K Rowling.
Claimer: I own OC characters.
Chapter One: The Beginning.
(October 31, 1981. Godric's Hollow)
It was a cold, silent night in a small settlement called Godric's Hollow, home to one of the famous founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding, Godric Gryffindor.
Laughter filled the small, silent area as normal people dressed in costumes walked on the sidewalks, talking about their favorite holiday of the year, Halloween, and the candy they were about to get. The small settlement was filled with happiness, and nothing can make the happiness in the small settlement disappeared.
But things were about to get worse soon on this cold night. Worse than anyone that can imagine, and a legend that is about to happened.
In a house that was hidden by a layer of protected wards, three people were in the living room, sitting on opposite couches.
The first person was a tall man that seemed to be in his early twenties and had a fond expression on his face from watching the sight that was in front of him. He had messy, black hair, fair skin and hazel eyes that were framed with round glasses.
The second person was a beautiful, young woman that was also in her early twenties and had a nervous expression on her face. She had flaming red hair that was long and combed, pale skin with a bit of tan and brilliant, but piercing, dark green eyes. She was holding a baby girl that seemed to be one years old.
The baby girl had black hair that was short and puffy, pale skin, and like the red-hair mother, green eyes that were a shade brighter and filled with happiness.
These two couples were James Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans, loving husband and wife and loving father and mother to their daughter, Helena Lily Potter, who was giggling and playing with her mother's hair.
"James, do you think it was a good idea to have Peter as our secret keeper?" Lily Potter asked, gently moving her hands to keep Helena from pulling on her hair. "Instead of Sirius?"
James Potter turned his gaze from looking at his daughter to his loving wife. "Lily, we have been over this a couple times. Having Sirius as our secret keeper would make him a target and you know I don't want to make him a target. He's my brother all but blood."
"I know, James…but I have this dread feeling inside me that we might've made the wrong choice about Peter being our secret keeper."
"Having Peter as our secret keeper is the perfect choice, Lily." James said, standing and walking over to the green-eye woman before sitting down next to her. "I know you want Sirius to be our secret keeper, but no one would suspect Peter at all. I trust him and you should trust him, Lily. I know that Peter won't sell us out."
"Well, I guess you're right." Lily said, letting out a sigh before turning her attention to Helena and began making funny faces, making the black-hair baby laughed happily.
James smiled at the sight before him and was about to say something when he and Lily felt something, something that made their hearts stop beating for a second and cold sweat to appear on their foreheads.
The protected wards around the Potter Cottage had fallen, which could only be one thing to the Potters: Peter Pettigrew, one of James Potter's best friends, had betrayed them.
'Peter…' James thought with a horrified expression on his face. 'How could you?'
Boom!
The door to the Potter Cottage has suddenly been blasted off its hinges, causing the door to go flying towards the wall and interrupting James's thoughts. Both he and Lily watched as a black robe figure slowly entered the room, holding a wand in his hand. He had no hair on his head, paper-white skin, a flat nose that had slits for nostrils and red eyes that had insanity and cruelty in them. This was the Dark Lord that every witch and wizard feared in the Wizarding World, Lord Voldemort.
"Lily, it's him! He's here!" James Potter yelled, standing up and reaching for his wand. "Take Helena and run! I'll hold him off!"
Lily wanted to argue with her husband, but after seeing the look on his face, she knew that arguing is pointless. With a heavy heart, she scooped up Helena in her arms and dashed up the stairs away from the battle that was about to happened.
'Really? 'Hold me off,' you say?' Voldemort thought with a sneer on his face, but the sneer was wiped off his face when James Potter began casting battle Transfiguration spells and combat Light magic with speed that many people would have trouble seeing. But Voldemort silently batted the spells away with his wand and began casting non-verbally spells at his enemy, who also began casting non-verbally spells.
After a few minutes, James was exhausted from using so much battle Transfiguration and non-verbally spells and sweat was on his face. Voldemort, on the other hand, didn't look even the slightest of exhaustion. The living room was destroyed, with broken furniture and stuff feathers around the two wizards.
"I'm extremely impressed with your battle spells, Potter." Voldemort stated with slight respect in his voice, something that completely shocked James. He had never heard Voldemort, the man who had killed thousands of wizards and witches, complimented a person before and it shocked the raven-hair man to the core. "No other wizard can get me to respect them."
"Are you saying that you find me as a rival?" James asked, snapping out of his shock and giving Voldemort a cocky smirk.
"Do not mistake me, Potter." Voldemort warned, losing the respect in his voice. "While I am impressed with your battle spells, you are still and will always be my enemy. But I'm feeling generous right now and I will spare your life, if you step aside and let me kill your family."
"Never!" James spat out immediately, now glaring at the red-eye Dark Lord with hatred in his hazel eyes. "I'd rather die to protect my family than stepping aside, Voldemort!"
"So be it." Voldemort said with a very light sigh through his slitted nostrils before launching his favorite spell from his wand. "Avada Kadavra!"
James saw the Killing Curse heading towards him and closed his eyes. There was no way that he won't be able to dodge this deadly spell in time, and not to mention, he was too exhausted to move a muscle. The last thought he had before the green light hit him in the chest was seeing the smiles of Lily and Helena Potter. 'Lily. Helena. I love you both.'
Lily, who was in Helena's room with the said girl in her crib, heard her husband's body hit the floor and let out a choked sob. She knew that James won't be able to hold Voldemort off, but it did give her some time to activate a Blood-Magic ritual.
The Blood-Magic ritual is design to protect a loved one from evil and by concentrating the power of love on the loved one, a person who has the heart of evil cannot touch him or her. However, because of its nature and the use of blood, it is a ritual that deemed Dark and has been forbidden to use. But what really makes the ritual forbidden to use, is because whoever makes the ritual, that person needs to sacrifice themselves. That is the only way to get the Blood-Magic ritual to work.
Lily had discovered this ritual a few weeks ago in a book she got from Knockturn Alley and told James about it, who was shocked that his wife went into that place but stayed silent when his wife glared at him.
"Don't worry, sweetie." Lily croaked out, placing a shaky hand on her daughter's head and rubbed it gently. "Mummy will make sure to protect you. Mummy loves you." She then heard footsteps coming towards the room and before she knew it, the door was slammed opened and Voldemort entered the room, much to Lily's horror.
"Stand aside, woman." Voldemort ordered, pointing his wand at the redhead woman.
"No, please! Not my daughter!" Lily pleaded, spreading her arms out in front of the crib to protect Helena from the danger of the Dark Lord.
"Step aside now, foolish woman! I'm sparing your life! I'm only here to kill the girl!"
"Not Helena, please! Not Helena! Take me! Kill me instead!"
"This is my last warning, woman!" Voldemort warned.
"You can kill me, but you are not going to kill Helena!" Lily shouted. "I rather die than let you kill my child!"
Losing his patience, Voldemort aimed his wand at Lily and shouted, "Avada Kadavra!"
The green Killing Curse shot out of Voldemort's wand and headed straight at Lily Potter, who closed her eyes and thought, 'Helena, I love you.' The green light met its mark and Lily Potter fell to the ground, dead and lifeless.
Voldemort stepped over to the crib and peered inside it. Inside the crib was the person who was destined to vanquished him, Helena Potter, who stared back at the Dark Lord's red orbs with curiosity in her bright green orbs, like seeing something new for the first time.
A sense of regret washed over Voldemort as he stared back at the soon to be orphan before him. Despite killing thousands of people, he did not like killing children. Killing people, yes. Killing children, no.
"It's such a shame to kill you, young Helena." Voldemort said with a sad sigh. "You could've been a wonderful witch when you grow up or perhaps a faithful servant to me. But because of the prophecy, I must kill you, which I'm regretting. I don't like killing children." He then raised his wand at Helena, who began to cry loudly from realizing that this person was not her father. "Avada Kedavra!"
The jet of green shot out of Voldemort's wand and towards the crying Helena Potter. As the Killing Curse got closed to the baby girl, the Blood-Magic ritual has activated and a golden dome surrounded Helena, much to Voldemort's shock. The Dark Lord was so shocked that he didn't notice that the Killing Curse was being rebounded at him.
It was then Voldemort felt something that he hasn't felt in a long time: Pain. Pain beyond imagination was coursing through his entire body and a scream of pain left his lips. It was like his body was being ripped apart very violently, and a moment later, that was exactly what happened to him. Instead of having a human body, he was now a writhing spirit, with no powers and very weak.
'How is this possible?!' Voldemort thought furiously, wondering how a baby of age one can somehow survived the Killing Curse. 'How can I, Lord Voldemort, be destroyed by a mere infant?!' He had so many questions in his head, but now was not the time to think about them. He needed to get out of here before someone catches him or traps him.
With one last look at the child who had destroyed him with a lightning scar that was bleeding on her forehead, Voldemort fled from the house, away from the Aurors and most importantly, away from that blasted leader of the Light, Albus Dumbledore.
(Hours Later; Number 4, Privet Drive)
"I don't think this is a good idea, Albus." Minerva McGonagall, an old witch dressed in green robes and wearing bespectacled glasses, said to her colleague and friend, who was walking beside her. Her colleague was a man that was very old, like he was over hundred years old, which was impossible. No man can ever be that old.
The old man had long white hair, pale skin and blue eyes that were filled with sadness. He also had a white beard that was long as his hair. He was wearing robes like Minerva McGonagall, but his robes were purple instead of green and he had a pointed hat on his head and spectacles on his face.
This old man was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, leader of the Light and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding.
"What do you mean, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked, turning to look at his friend. "What's not a good idea?"
"To have Helena Potter live here! In the Muggle World!" Minerva McGonagall exclaimed, spreading her arms out. "It's absurd to have her live with Muggles! She should be raised by a magical family, where they would love her and raised her as a daughter."
"I understand, Minerva…but-"
"No, you don't, Albus. You don't understand." Minerva McGonagall interrupted Dumbledore. "I'm extremely appalled to believe that you want Helena to be raised by Lily's sister. I have been watching them all day, and I'm shocked from what I seen. They are the worst sort of Muggles I have ever seen. Helena would not be raised here."
"The Dursleys are the only family Helena has, Minerva." Dumbledore said firmly. "And can you see that it's better for her to be raised away from the Wizarding World? Away from her fame and glory? Having Helena raised in the Muggle World will only keep her safe from Voldemort's forces."
McGonagall shuddered in fright when Dumbledore said Voldemort's name but got back to the topic at hand.
"These Muggles would never raise Helena. They would send her away to an orphanage or perhaps abuse her."
"I have faith that Petunia would never channel her hatred towards a girl." Dumbledore said, placing a hand on McGonagall's shoulder. "Trust me, Minerva. Nothing bad would happen to Helena. I can assure you."
"Well…" Minerva McGonagall said, looking like she swallowed a sour lemon. "Alright then, but if I find out that the poor girl is abuse, we will be having a talk, Albus."
Dumbledore had to hide a wince from the threat McGonagall just made. Despite him being powerful than any witch and wizard, there was one thing that he and all men feared: A woman's wrath. A shiver of fear ran down his spine when he remembered that he had angered McGonagall one time and it was then that he made a vow to never anger a woman again. Merlin, that woman can be scary when mad.
As if reading Dumbledore's thoughts, McGonagall turned to look at her friend with a smug look. "I see that you're still scared of me whenever I get angry."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, my dear." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling a bit.
It wasn't long until the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, Rubeus Hagrid, a half-giant with a bushy beard, arrived at Privet Drive in a bike that belong to Sirius Black.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor Dumbledore." Hagrid said in a heavily accent, getting off the bike and walking towards the two Professors of Hogwarts with a small bundle in his large arms.
"Was there no trouble at all, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
"No, sir." Hagrid replied, shaking his head. "I managed to get Helena out of the house before the Muggles came. She felled asleep when we were flying."
Dumbledore and McGonagall peered into the small bundle and see a baby girl that was sleeping soundly and peacefully.
"Thank you for bringing her here, Hagrid." Dumbledore said, reaching out to take the infant. "Can you please hand me her? We need to get this done."
The big man with tears in his black-beetle eyes gave Helena a kiss to the forehead before handing her to Dumbledore, who gazed sadly at the last Potter.
'I'm sorry that you can't be raised in the Wizarding World, Helena, but I need you to be hidden away from Death Eaters.' Dumbledore thought, staring at the sleeping face of Helena Potter before heading towards a house where Lily's sister lives. Once he got to the doorstep, he gently set Helena down and placed a letter that explained what happened to Lily and James Potter in the bundle.
Dumbledore nodded at McGonagall and Hagrid, who both nodded back before the former vanished with a pop and the latter using the bike to leave Privet Drive. Once they were gone, the old wizard turned around to stare at the bundle. While it does hurt to leave the last Potter in the Muggle World, Dumbledore knew that it was the only way to keep her safe.
"Good luck, Helena." Dumbledore softly said, giving the bundle one last look before turning around and vanishing with a pop.
What Dumbledore didn't know was that he had made the biggest mistake of his entire life. The mistake of not checking Helena Potter and making sure that she was still at the Dursleys house. Not only would he suffer the consequences for the action he just did, but the entire Wizarding World will suffer the consequences, too.
Alright, that was the first chapter of The Lesbian Queen. I hope you guys enjoy reading it.
Write a review if you like this story and enjoy the chapter.
Next Chapter: The Letter.