A/N: So got my first flame I guess (and of course it was unsigned so I can't respond to it unless its on here *rolls eyes*). So would just like to address that - she's not supposed to be perfect or a Mary Sue, kinda stupid to make assumptions like that when I have barely even described her. Although, I don't really see how you could get that impression from what I have in the first chapter (which I re-read, and I don't see it). She's not Miss Perfect, she's a Syltherin, she's arrogant, manipulative, a tad power hungry, etc. Her being a leader doesn't make her perfect or overly idealized and I never said she was invincible. Yes she's protective of her people, but she's a leader she's supposed to be (or at least in my mind). And for the story line - making her a muggle wouldn't make any sense. Why would Harry seek help for a WIZARDING war from a MUGGLE? Or for that matter, with the threat as great as it is - a lesser vampire? But what it all boils down to, if you don't like the character or the story - no one is forcing you to read this. Thank you for the review, I would've preferred one that at least made sense but *shrugs* we can't always have our druthers.

Harry paled. "Excuse me?"

She gave an arrogant sniff. "Not like that Potter. I have absolutely no interest in your knickers, or what's inside them for that matter."

"Then what?" He asked, much calmer now.

"Become a vampire."

Harry gasped. "No."

She raised an eyebrow. "Then there is no deal. That one condition is nonnegotiable."

"But," Harry grimaced, of all the things she could've asked for. "Why?"

She tilted her head slightly. "It's the only way."

"What do you mean?"

"It's the only way I can be sure that you won't betray us or make some kind of stupid decision that would turn a battle into a suicide mission. I love my people; I will not see them harmed. War won't kill many of them, but any foolishness on your part might very well destroy us all."

Harry bit his lip. This he understood. He was rather protective of his own as well. His entire life had been formed by betrayal. One after another, after another. He was jerked from his thoughts when she spoke again. Her question, though it hit hard, was spoken rather softly.

"Is your mortality really more important to you than the lives of your friends? Rather unexpected of the 'Golden Boy'."

She sounded almost, disappointed.

Harry tried to think quickly; analyzing the various pros and cons of accepting this deal. After a few minutes, he sighed. She had hit his one and only weak point, his protective nature. It had roared to life at her question and had yet to quiet down. There was no way he could refuse. She (What was her name anyway? No one seemed to know) was an ally they couldn't afford to lose, and, unfortunately, she knew that.

"Alright. I accept. The deal will be the simplest of terms; you will come to my aide when I call and I will become a vampire, to come to your aide at your request. Is it a deal?"

She studied him for a moment more and then smiled widely. "Congratulations Mr. Potter. You have succeeded."

Suddenly, moving faster than he could follow, she stood in front of him. "I am not one for procrastinating. Neck or wrist?"

He held his arm out silently. She smirked, unsurprised by his choice. Gently, as if taking care not to startle him, she pulled his wrist to her mouth. She hesitated and looked up at him; her eyes had gone from light blue to dark red.

"Be sure. For this cannot be undone."

"I'm sure. Like you, I would do anything to protect them."

Giving him no further warning, she sank her fangs into his skin. Harry gave a soft hiss. She hummed against his wrist, it tickled a bit. His brow furrowed in confusion, the noise had sounded…approving?

After a few moments, when he felt himself starting to weaken, she pulled back with a happy groan. She licked her lips. "Delicious. But then, powerful wizards usually are." She held her hand flat and used a claw to cut a straight line on her palm. When a bit of blood trickled down she thrust her hand toward him. "Drink. I will tell you when to stop."

His face twisted a bit in distaste but he dutifully brought the hand to his mouth. His eyes widened as he breathed in the scent. He closed his eyes blissfully and dragged in a deep breath. It was intoxicating. It didn't smell like blood, it smelled like…home.

"That'll be enough now." She said quietly.

He opened his eyes and noted with no small amount of surprise that he was drinking the blood from her hand. Harry blushed. To have been so eager for her blood that he didn't even realize what he was doing… He pulled his mouth away, trying to do it quickly, but his reluctance was obvious.

She smiled at him, understanding shining in her eyes.

"Our blood is addictive to humans. Like a drug, but perhaps not nearly so destructive. Your reaction is nothing new. You would be a fool to be ashamed of it."

He nodded in understanding, not sure if he should trust her words, but having no other information to go by. "What happens now?"

"You change. The process is the same, though some of the results are different for all vampires. Your appearance will be altered; you will grow fangs, etc."

"Will it hurt?"

"No. You will sleep right through it. I'm actually rather surprised that you're still awake. It must be your magic struggling against the change. The more powerful the wizard, the longer the transformation. You'll gradually begin to get drowsy and eventually fall asleep. Can't say how long you'll stay that way though."

"I-" Harry collapsed.

She chuckled, one of her eyebrows lifting in amusement. "Of course, there are exceptions to every rule."

A man emerged from the shadows and bowed, "Shall I take him to a changing cell?"

"No Roger, that will be quite unnecessary. I will take him to my chambers."

"As you wish, my queen. Would you like me to carry him?"

"I'll do it myself, dear, no need to concern yourself. Though I do have an order for you."

"Anything ma'am."

She smirked slightly, how she loved hearing that. "All of you are to leave the premises and do not return until I give specific orders for you to do so."

He gaped at her. "But your majesty! We cannot leave you here unprotected! What if something were to happen? What if the castle is attacked?"

She snorted, "What if flying pink pygmies decide they want to be back-up dancers for Lady Gaga?"

"Who?"

She rolled her eyes, "It's a muggle thing. Point is, I am more than capable of defending myself against any foolish trespassers and I will not have you here when I'm training him. He won't have control and will be exceptionally dangerous. I don't want anyone getting hurt."

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine."

Roger tried to object again but she cut him off. "It's an order. You will do as I say or I will remove the lot of you forcibly and I think we all remember just how painful that can be. Now go." She waved him away.

He hesitated, biting his lip, mumbling something about pigheadedness one day being her downfall. He left quickly when she growled at him. She shook her head in amusement. It was almost like having babysitters. She turned her attention back to the boy on the floor, giving a soft smile. Even surrounded by her people she'd always felt very isolated, alone. Perhaps this boy would change all that.

The queen knelt down slipping one hand under his knees and the other under his shoulders. She lifted him gently, cradling him in her arms. She hadn't told him what her turning him in the way she had fully meant, and wondered idly how he would react. Not that it would make a difference whether he could accept it or not. The bond had already formed. Still… Her protective instincts were coming to life with a vengeance. She could not help but worry. No matter what happened from this point on – Harry James Potter was officially and irrevocably her son.

A/N: Oh come on, you didn't really think I would be pairing Harry with a girl did you? Tsk tsk.