Chapter 12: Sudden Victory
"Shall we begin Albus Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore turned around to look at the army of Drakons, otherwise known as free dragon, behind him. There are twenty of them and all were in their humanoid from, crackling with condensed power.
"Try to avoid women and children," Dumbledore said grimly. Voldemort's side was about to be dealt a massive crippling blow.
"We are not monsters, Albus Dumbledore," the leader of the Drakons chided. "This will be quick. However what happens after that is up to fate."
"After the carnage," Dumbledore said with a sigh. The after part had been well explained to him by the High Elf and Dwarf kings. If Voldemort retaliated with Evil's magic, then it was highly likely that the bonding of the vessel would be complete. Evil would enter the world once more.
Dumbledore pushed aside the doubts and steeled his resolve. "Let us begin," he said raising his wand.
The arcane barrier Voldemort had erected was rocked by the assault of fifty beams of highly condensed destructive magic expelled simultaneously.
The ground beneath Voldemort's London quaked in terror.
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London, 12:45 P.M
Yaxley did not have good news to present to his lord, if the red trail of blood following the sack he was holding was an indication.
Voldemort glanced at the sack and the nervous expression of Yaxley and gestured to show him what was inside.
The Count's head rolled out, still betraying the shock and surprise it felt when it was detached from the body.
Voldemort's eyes darkened. "How did this happen?!" he hissed.
"T-the Elemental My Lord," Yaxley said. "He infiltrated the base and killed everyone."
"How did you escape?"
"I had a portkey to the North American city for later," Yaxley said.
"Did you send back up to avoid this disaster?"
"My Lord, there were two elementals."
Voldemort froze. "What did you say?"
"There were two elemental's, My Lord. The other was fire."
Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise and then contracted to anger. "Another one?" he whispered coldly. "How long ago was this Yaxley?"
A-a-almost twelve hours ago," Yaxley said, feeling terrified at the inevitable punishment that was about to come.
There was a slight sound of wind rushing past him and his horrified eyes saw his left arm fall to the floor with a thud. Blood spurted out from both ends of the sliced arteries and Yaxley grabbed the bloody stump and screamed. He fell to his knees sobbing and begging for mercy as agony assaulted his mind.
"You were away My Lord! You were co-ordinating the attacks on Russia and you gave orders not to be disturbed," he screamed, the excruciating pain causing his vision to shake. "The Elemental's were too powerful! They slaughtered anyone who even got close to them!"
Voldemort ignored his rambling and caught hold of his jaws and raised his head to look into those snivelling eyes. There was just glimpse of the battle but he could not miss the recognisable visage of Harry Potter. Voldemort's rage grew and Yaxley's mind was on the verge of being thrown into the waiting grasp of insanity.
But he stopped and let the miserable form of his death eater crawl into a foetal position on the floor. "Get every Death Eater, every Vampire, every Werewolf and every monster Wanbosi created and get me those Elemental's!" Voldemort roared.
The dark lord's anger pierced through Yaxley's eyes and he turned his terrified eyes to his Lord. "I managed to move the monsters to North America with me, My Lord. I saved them, My Lord."
"And that is the only reason your arm was taken and not your head," Voldemort replied.
"We-we need your power to defeat them, My Lord," Yaxley whimpered. "Numbers mean nothing to their power. We need someone capable of crushing them with magic!"
Voldemort wanted to destroy Yaxley for even saying those words but he knew them to be true. They had killed the Count; a vampire whose power was a match for his. A sliver of fear was produced by his body and Voldemort hesitated to reply; a movement that did not go unnoticed by Yaxley. His Lord was afraid of the Elementals and for witnessing such an act his life was extinguished the next second.
Voldemort had to gather his forces and lead the attack on Harry Potter and the mysterious second elemental if they had to defeat and kill them. He realized this and knew he had to do this without dark magic.
The pool of blood growing around the late Yaxley touched his boots and grew around them. Voldemort looked at it dispassionately and then came to a decision. He could not afford to let go of this chance to destroy Harry Potter. He turned heel and briskly walked out of the room, leaving a trail of bloody footsteps behind him.
He reached the floating castle's entrance when the entire city was rocked by an Earthquake. He stumbled and grabbed the door to steady him after the unexpected jolt. "What in Salazar's name?" he hissed and then looked into the sky. Ripples of blood red magic were crawling all over his powerful wards that shielded his city. The ground quaked again as the magic intensified its assault.
London was under deadly attack.
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Dublin, 2 P.M
Harry and Lillian were exhausted.
The last twenty four hours had been the longest of their lives. They had infiltrated their targets base; killed the target, along with the king of Vampires as a bonus. They had consumed each other in uncontrollable lust and then returned to rescue the muggles from captivity. Then they had to take them to Dublin and look for the remaining survivors in the city.
They were still looking and had found more than a dozen hideouts were muggles were surviving. They even found the kid, who they were told was suffering from autism and had been terrified by them because of it. That was another exhausting encounter; having to explain themselves to the muggles whose questions never seemed to end.
The muggles also insisted on burying the dead that the kept finding all along the way but Harry refused outright. "We're not here to pay respects to the dead," he said sharply. "We're here to find and rescue any living being that we find."
They had not been happy to hear that. "Who are you anyway?!" one Muggle woman burst out in anger and frustration. "Both of you look like a bunch of 18 year olds! Are you even capable of taking care of yourselves?!"
Harry and Lillian exchanged a bemused look. So the muggles thought they were eighteen. They wondered how they would react if they told them that they were just shy of fifteen.
They had grown a lot during this mission and it showed; physically and mentally. The magic they used was accelerating their physical growth to adulthood. Mentally they felt like they were already there and it was an odd feeling that they were still trying to get used to. It had been happening to Harry for some time now, but for Lillian it was too sudden.
"We are eighteen year olds who just saved your arse from torture, death and experiments," Lillian said nonchalantly. "So if I were you, I'd sit tight, let us do our job and take you to a safe place."
The woman was about to retort but Harry interrupted. "And once you're all safe, we'll come back to ensure the dead get the burial they deserve," he placated. "Now let's focus on finding every last survivor and leave this hell."
He looked at Lillian from the corner of his eye as they continued their search. The woman was right. Something had changed. He wasn't looking at a girl anymore, but a woman. The features that made her a child were gone from her face and she seemed to have grown a little taller too.
Lillian felt his eyes on her and she turned to look at him. Harry realized he was no longer looking at Lillian; the short tempered, sharp tongued, Gryffindor house student who did overdid everything that she set her mind too. He was looking at an older, more beautiful, matured Lillian; one who oozed power and confidence. A Lillian that awoke emotions in him, he had never felt before.
"You've changed too," Lillian said smiling coyly, reading his mind. "If I had to put it in words, I'd say your face has hardened and grown tremendously after last night."
"I feel different too," he replied. "Do you?"
Lillian sighed deeply and laughed. "I feel alive, really alive. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded, "Yes, I think I do understand."
It took them till five in the evening to use magic and find every survivor in the entire city. There could be more but if there were, they couldn't find them without more resources. Once again Harry gave them a speech telling them about the rough ride they were going to experience on the way to Hogwarts and to just stay calm and not throw up.
He passed the rope to everyone again and Lillian turned the rope into a portkey to Hogwarts. It was time to go home. "Activate," Lillian said, touched her wand to the rope and the group of almost two hundred and fifty were pulled into a vortex of colours.
Fifteen seconds later, they crash landed into the Quidditch ground of Hogwarts, which was the designated portkey drop for groups, the size of five hundred. As soon as they arrived dozens of wizards, witches and muggles rushed into the grounds to take away the survivors hurried and calmly to the tents around the pitch. The Quidditch ground had to be cleared as quickly as possible to be prepared for the next group of survivors. They were always on the watch.
This had happened after the departure of Harry and Lillian so they just looked at everything in bewilderment. The muggles were separated into groups of ten with practiced efficiency and then they were taken to separate tents where the wounded were separated and sent for treatment while the others were portkeyed out of Hogwarts. Of course, they were compassionate and ensured that the muggles understood what was happening.
Only Harry and Lillian had no idea what was happening.
Lillian caught one of the soldiers running across the field. "Hey! We rescued these guys. Mind telling us what the bloody hell is going on?"
"We're sending them to the sanctuary in Australia," he said briskly. "If you're the agents who brought them in then I suggest you go to the General's office to debrief."
"What?"
"Good day," said the soldier and hurried back on his path, his rifle hanging from his back.
"What the hell? When did Hogwarts turned into a bloody military camp?" Lillian burst out. Everything was so different!
"I think this is a result of having a hard arse General in charge," Harry scoffed.
"God damn Casey," Lillian growled.
"Let's go and do… what was it?"
"Debrief," Lillian prompted, rolling her eyes.
"Right, debrief," Harry said grinning.
They walked through the grounds, feeling good at the familiar sights and entered the castle. The headed straight for the headmasters office and found it a little odd that there was so little activity in the castle.
They reached the Gargoyle and instead of the usual password, it asked them their names.
"How long have we been gone?!"
"Names?" the second Gargoyle asked in a bored tone.
"Harry Potter and Lillian Austin," Lillian said impatiently.
The Gargoyles jumped aside revealing the moving spiral staircase. They stepped on it and were taken to the oak door that opened into the headmaster's office.
Harry knocked and the door sprung open.
There were more people inside than they had counted on and what made their jaws drop was the humanoid beast, radiating red light from the cracks in its rocky body beside Albus Dumbledore, whom they last heard was on a quest to find free dragons.
It wasn't hard to connect the dots.
"Harry, Lillian," Dumbledore said smiling happily. "It's wonderful to see you!"
"It's good to see you too Headmaster," Harry said smiling. But Lillian and he were more curious to know what exactly was happening here. The office had turned into their conference room and almost all the members of the order and key members of the Resistance were seated around the table.
Dumbledore waved his wand and two comfortable chairs appeared between Sirius and Sarah, separating them to give room for the two elementals.
General Casey, who was on the other side of Dumbledore, stood up, clapped his hands twice and then saluted them with a proud look in his eyes. All the military people in the room followed and saluted the pair while the rest of the room clapped loudly.
The Elementals were more than confused now.
"You two have dealt a major blow to the enemy by yourselves," Casey said with pride. "And Dumbledore, with the help of the Drakons has taken back London from the enemy."
Harry and Lillian gasped, theirs eyes wide in shock and wonder.
"Sit down you two," Sirius barked cheerfully. "Get that stupid look off your faces and tell us what happened!"
Sirius's voice broke through their confusion and they quickly went to the seats made available for them. "I want to hear Dumbledore's story first," Lillian said, sinking into her seat regally. She crossed her legs and leaned back into the amazingly comfortable chair.
"I concur," Harry said lazily, enjoying the comfort of the chair.
"I was wondering when the arrogance was going to make a return," Snape said in a bored tone.
"Shut your piehole, Snape. It reeks," Sirius barked.
"A dog would know best I suppose," Snape retorted. There was no malice in their voice and words. They just bantered out of habit now. And they didn't want to admit that they were almost like friends now.
"Welcome back you two," Remus said smiling and acknowledgment's from everyone familiar followed.
"Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, mind we get back to business?" Croaker said dryly.
Dumbledore started. "I found a city," he said. "An incredible city hidden from the violence of the world. In this city I was introduced to beings of the past and given a clear explanation of the true meaning being this fight for survival."
Harry raised his hand to stop Dumbledore. He wanted to say what was on his mind before Dumbledore could. "I want to give a brief explanation of my understanding of this war," he said.
Dumbledore nodded and everyone looked on curiously.
"Before we killed Vlad, he told us some very interesting things that made a lot of sense but sounded like complete horse shit as well. He told us that with the creation of the world, there was the creation of two life forms of equal power and opposite personalities, whose only purpose was to defeat the other and build the world in their image. They created life in order to find new ways to fight and destroy the other. Humans were an accident on the part of both good and evil and they were a wildcard they had not expected to create. Am I right so far?"
Dumbledore nodded grimly.
"The white side of the coin, is us and the black side is them; dark magic," Harry said slowly. "White allowed the humans to grow while black did not like it at all. And as a result of this some humans tried to summon magic from another dimension to give them the strength to stand up against both sides of the coin and to ensure their survival. These humans became elementals and the only power capable of permanently shifting the balance of power to the side they chose."
"That's right," Dumbledore said and the others listened, captivated by Harry's words. Dumbledore had not been so detailed. He had just given them an abstract picture of the shape of things of the past.
"Which is why all the prophecies made by our side, point to Lillian and me. Because we are the only two Elementals in the world. We've reached the point where the fate of the war will be decided and one side of the coin will get to make life on this Earth while the other has to be annihilated."
"And because you have the power to be the master of that wand," the Drakon said, his voice almost like the sound of lava bubbling out of a volcano.
"This is Dar Draedon," Dumbledore said, introducing the mighty creäture. "He is the leader of the Drakons."
"Sorry for killing one of your friends," Harry said bowing his head in respect.
"Our losses will be avenged," the Drakon rumbled. "The time has come for all creatures light and dark to assemble at the field of battle. The prophesied one has arrived and Evil will rise soon. This battle can go either way because to counter the power of the Elementals, Evil has been turning humans to his side since the time he was defeated by our side with the help of the Peverell brothers. They called themselves brothers but they were not related. The eldest was a powerful human mage and the other two were elementals of Earth and Water."
"How did it survive if it was defeated?" Harry asked. It was a question which was vital to his understanding of this war the world was engulfed in. "How is it that is war didn't end that day and evil survived to cause this catastrophic disaster to our world."
"Evil did not cause this. He merely provided the tools and it was humans who did this. They allowed evil to fester and grow which resulted in your Lord Voldemort's growth to power. Humans are the ones who did this to the world."
"You didn't answer my question," Harry said coldly.
"I just did," the Drakon replied, steam rising from his body; an indication of his volatile temper.
"How did they cause this?" Harry pressed.
"Evil was defeated. Left to die. But humans, elemental or no, are easy to corrupt. They have parts of both Good and Evil and we never considered their evil side could be so easily summoned. The fading existence of evil seduced their wicked desires and in exchange for power, he took from them a life to save its own."
"A life?"
"A human, one of the son's of Cadmus Peverell, was scarified in their greed for power and evil survived. We trusted the humans and evil was allowed to survive. We swore to never make that mistake again and retreated from this world. We let humans occupy this world and hid ourselves in a paradise of our own making. We decided never to interfere with humans unless Evil rose again and then we could come back to fight because that's who the real enemy is."
There was a minute of silence as the words sunk in. Dumbledore just closed his eyes, having been told the entire story earlier.
"Evil has not returned yet so why have you shown yourselves?"
"Voldemort stumbled upon one of our entrances. He is a powerful mage and he was able to trap three of our kind. He sneaked up and captured them like the coward he is. If he had faced them and fought a worthy battle, he would have been destroyed. This allowed Albus Dumbledore to seek and find us and because of the prophecy we allowed him to live and joined the battle once more."
"What prophecy?"
"The Elemental with the power of the wand will rise to herald the end of the war."
"But nothing about winning or losing," Lillian said softly.
"I can sense both your powers, young ones," the Drakon said. "I can also feel the strength of your souls. Humans can be influenced by both sides. But your instinct leads us to our side. With your help and the help of your species; after thousands of years, we can bring this battle to an end with our survival. You have a power which is not of this world and if you guide it against Evil with pure hearts, our victory is undeniable."
"Hear, hear," Dumbledore said softly.
"Pure hearts," Harry mocked. "We're just the other side of war. A side that has every reason to win as much as the other side."
"Does that bother you?" Croaker asked.
Harry shrugged. "Not especially. Just thinking about how we're just the final piece of a puzzle that has been stitching itself through time. And now the final piece shall be black or white."
"Don't be so depressing," Tonks said. "This is the end of the world for one side one way or the other. It was due maybe ten thousand years ago or a hundred thousand years from now. The point is it's here now."
"Excellent words Madam Tonks," the Drakon acknowledged.
"Well Dumbledore's story is out of the way, let's hear your report," Casey said.
"No much to tell. We found survivors in Dublin. They were attacked by experimental monsters by Wanbosi's crew. A sort of vampire and werewolf mix."
"Werewolf-Vampire!?"
"We tracked them and managed to find his hideout where we killed him, managed to kill the king of vampires while we were at it and rescued the muggles who were hustled to Australia as soon as we arrived."
"What of the experiments?"
"Err, we were a dead on our feet after the battle," Harry said quickly. They didn't need to know about what happened after the battle and why it happened. "The battle was intense and we had to battle our way through hundreds of blood suckers."
Many people gasped.
"So you can understand why searching the building was not really an option for us at the time."
"You took a nap after an assassination?" Sarah said dryly. "Quite the professionals," she said smirking.
"We returned the after a few hours but the building was cleaned out, most probably by wizards," Harry continued.
He kept speaking and telling them the vital details while Sarah leaned close to Lillian and whispered as softly as possible. "You guys had sex after the battle didn't you, you naughty girl."
Lillian put her hands on Sarah thigh and pinched her hard. "Later," she hissed under her breath.
Sarah had a broad smile on her face for the rest of the meeting. After Harry finished, there were further discussion about the whereabouts of Voldemort, through with the intimidating Drakon kept silent. London had been taken and the dark wizards had left. They surprisingly had an escape route and had fled without even putting up a fight. It was only the newborn vampires and a few thousand Goblins who had attempted to fight providing just enough time to let the rest escape. They knew the other cities being built were not their targeted destination thanks to the numerous agents that had inside which meant there was another city; a hidden city which was the backup Voldemort had created.
The forces of Voldemort attacking the east and the south retreated and disappeared from the battle, sounding a tremendous victory for the Resistance. Sections of their armies; magical and muggle were surrounding the five cities of Voldemort's empire and were getting ready to seize them from the enemy. They didn't seem to be any fight expected from the enemy after Voldemort's flight from London. The world had been retaken but Voldemort and his army had gone into hiding, preparing their next mode of attack.
But for now they had won with the instrumental help of twenty Drakons. Now the task of taking a foothold in the dominance for Earth was desperately needed or else Voldemort could get enough time to take it all back. He had managed to find a way to subdue three Drakons, no matter if he had to do it like a snake. That was what he was and he would find a way to neutralize the Drakons. Thus they had to move quickly and take control even faster.
"Have we figured out how we are going to reverse the damage blowing up half the planet with nuclear bombs did?"
"Someone's working on it," Casey said. "We have thousands of miles to cover with the ability to cover a hundred."
"Thank you for coming," Dumbledore said politely. "I'm sure many of us have a lot of rest to catch up on after the wonderful victory. Rest today, tomorrow we have to cover a thousand miles in the time it should take us to cover fifty."
Half the room looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.
"Are the Drakons going to help us?"
"No," Dumbledore said. "They agreed to help us in return for Harry."
"What?!"
"What the bloody hell!?"
Harry's eyes narrowed while everyone jumped to conclusions. His eyes found Dumbledore's and the twinkle he saw in them put his rising suspicion to ease. "Sounds good," Harry said, over the noise.
Every turned to him with disbelief this time. Wasn't he even going to ask what this is about?
"Good day," Harry said smiling and he made eye contact with the Drakon before leaving the room.
Lillian snapped out of her shock and tripped over her chair in her hurry to go after Harry. "Shit, sorry, sweet meeting this was," she said in a rush and dashed after Harry.
She punched his shoulder for leaving so abruptly without even warning her. Harry laughed and rubbed his shoulder. "Why the anger?" he asked, grinning.
"You could have at least told me you were going to leave. You knew I'd follow didn't you?"
"It crossed my mind."
"Dick," Lillian said to him.
"I'm Harry actually," he retorted.
"And you're a dick as well."
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but then the exit wouldn't have been so grand."
Lillian sighed mockingly. "And here I was thinking you had outgrown those annoying Slytherinish traits of yours."
"Those are some of my best ones!"
"Unfortunately they are," Lillian grumbled. "I'm beat, I need to sleep."
"I'm going to my mermaid room," Harry said. "You want to join or…." He trailed into silence and looked at her uncertainly. They hadn't really spoken about their trip and what happened at the end of it. There was a lot they needed to talk about.
"Obviously your room," she said after a moment. She laughed nervously because she hadn't given any thought to their next move after the sex. In such a short space of time, they had gone from kissing and touching to blind lust driven sex. There was still a lot left to process apart from their new comfort of being naked in front of each other.
They walked side by side silently after that to his room, absorbed in their own minds as the unravelled the last two weeks of their lives.
They arrived and Lillian giggled along with the mermaid when Harry kissed her lips. Watching the mermaid and Harry always amused her without fail. "I realized you mentioned the room as the mermaid room," she said suddenly.
"I refused to allow him to enjoy our kisses if he didn't," the mermaid said in her sweet soft pitched voice.
"Ah," Lillian said nodding her head in understanding, "He'd been in trouble if we didn't let him enjoy the comforts of kissing our lips."
"Ha ha," Harry deadpanned. "Get in smart arse."
Harry started to undress the moment he stepped into the room. "I got to get out of these clothes," he muttered.
Lillian followed and she groaned as her body ached when she started to remove her clothes. "I need a good massage to iron out this exhaustion I'm feeling," she groaned. "You got any shitty cloths I could transfigure?"
"They're not shitty and you can wear one of my shirts," he said stripping down to his boxers and getting into the bed with a slight groan. He too was exhausted.
Lillian stripped down to her bra and panty and rummaged through Harry's wardrobe.
Harry's breath shuddered at the sight of barely covered arse, teasingly showing half of her arse but covering the rest with a thin black silk material highlighting the curve of her arse. His eyes followed the trail of her spine up her back to the hair swaying freely at length below her shoulders.
"I was wrong," he said and Lillian turned to him curiously, wondering what he was referring to.
"About what?"
"Clothes are not just clothes," he admitted.
The memory of their argument before the infiltration was brought to the forefront of Lillian's mind and she smirked. "Do you like what you see?" she teased.
"You have no idea," Harry breathed.
"Well," Lillian smiled. "I suppose one of your shirts will do for now. I don't think I have the strength to transfigure."
She removed her bra and put on Harry's Quidditch jersey. It barely reached the top half of her thighs but she liked it. She walked to the bed and sat down beside him, her back taking support of the pillows and legs stretched out.
Harry put his arm around her shoulders and they both sighed. It really had been a long week and now they were finally resting.
"Did you know it could happen?" Lillian asked him.
"Did I know what could happen?"
"That it was possible I could lose control the way I did?"
"Yes," Harry said honestly. "It happened to me time I killed the death eaters destroying London. By the time I had killed a dozen, the power in me was so addicted to the rush of killing that I slaughtered them all without a hint of remorse. When I was done, I somehow pushed back my element and realized what I had done. It made me puke.
The subsequent battles I was involved in made me crave for death and blood. I wanted to destroy everything but I somehow managed to control myself."
"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered.
"Because I didn't want you to have to kill anyone. But it was inevitable and I decided to be there if it did happen."
"I don't feel sick at all," she said. "After killing all those vampires I feel just fine. Delighted even!"
"Does that frighten you?"
"I don't know," she said, a little fear creeping into her voice. What did this mean about her was the main question in her mind.
"It's what we are Freckles," Harry whispered. "I stopped thinking of myself as human a long time ago. In my soul, I know that I enjoy killing and brutality. But it is just a part of me and the important thing is to know where that vicious part needs to be directed. Having a clear distinction between them is vital to your peace of mind."
"What about the sex," she said softly. "What has your mind decided about that?"
"What have you decided?" Harry asked in return.
"It's there in our human and elemental halves of the soul," she said after thinking about it. "It's just immensely powerful and intense on the side of the element."
"What about the human?"
"We won't know until we try," Lillian said smirking.
Harry laughed. "Well I never thought I'd be saying this in my fantasies about sex, but I'm too bloody exhausted too show you a good time."
"Don't worry. I'm not going to let you pull ze moves on moi," she joked.
"Anyway, what I was saying was you must accept some of those desires of yours into your human side. You'll feel your personality change a bit but you'll gain greater control over your element."
"Great," Lillian sighed. "Learn to love dismembering people. Sure, why not?" she said sarcastically.
"It was however, the first time I've experienced lust for sex after a battle. Usually I have to fight hard to push down the impulse to slaughter but last night, I didn't have to fight at all."
"I'm glad I didn't have to feel that," she said. "I can't imagine how difficult it would be if there was no one to help you calm those urges. Nick told me that elemental's always yearn for isolation. I think I understand why."
"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"Everything in the world feels like it's not enough. There are many things can make your senses go haywire and make you lose control. I mean I have spoken to a lot of chicks about their first time and what he did doesn't even come close to their greatest experience thereafter."
Harry's mind took a sharp turn and changed directions. "Really?" he said, his voice laced with interest.
"Really what?"
"You've talked with, umm, other girls about their first times? Care to share any details?"
Lillian couldn't believe it. Laughter was threatening to burst out of her. "Seriously Harry?!" she said sniggering.
"Why not? An outer perspective would be interesting and give us an insight into the difference of our elemental and human sides."
"Perspective my arse," Lillian said rolling her eyes. "If it helps stroke your pride that all you need to know is that we rock the world of sex. If I told anyone, they wouldn't believe me at all or else they would be ready to whore themselves out to you at a moment's notice."
Harry tried hard not to smile, but he couldn't keep his lips from curling.
"Oh you're pathetic!" Lillian said, annoyed. "Good night pervert."
She wiggled under the bed sheet, adjusting the pillows and turned on her side, away from Harry.
"It's a natural reaction!" Harry defended. "Can you imagine how the thought of being a wet dream for women appeals to a human? And I'm an elemental so how do you think I feel when you put such thoughts into my head?!"
She didn't reply and he called her name. She still didn't reply after he called three times and he leaned over to see why she was so pissed off. He then realized that she had fallen asleep the moment she lay flat on the bed.
He smiled and chuckled and sank into the bed himself. He closed his eyes, heaved a deep sigh and was sucked into sleep seconds later.