Harry Potter & The Children of the Night
Harry Potter
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The Children of the Night
- by Lady Nichola Valerius
Previously, on Harry Potter and the Children of the Night:
“Forgive my rudeness, Era-Zana,” Snape said before she could leave, “But Potter has a tendency to get into trouble, no matter what.”
“Yes, I know that,” Emera said, “And I’ll be making sure that he reacts accordingly every time that happens.” And with that, she walked out of the kitchen.
“Leah,” Emera called, “I’ll be going now. Do you want to come?”
“No, I’m quite… Oh alright! I’ve missed the Casa for years!” Leah answered as Emera removed her from the wall. “Goodbye!” she called to the Order before she and Emera disappeared before their sight, with no sound or visible smoke to indicate that anyone else had been there."Italian Spoken Words"
"Latin Spoken Words"
"Spells"
~Chapter 5~
Harry Potter:
Shy No More
“Emera!”
Said person rolled her eyes and stretched as she stood up. Her soul-brother smirked. “What did you do this time, Lìa?” he asked. The Italian accent was visibly becoming clearer as each day passed.
Emera reciprocated his action, the perfect feminine counterpart to Harry’s masculine smirk. “Come see,” she said, her reply simple, yet tempting. The Boy-Who-Lived scrunched his nose at her back, but stood up as well and followed his Custode to the throne room. Upon entering, his trained eyes made a quick sweep of the room, making sure everything was in order. Satisfied, he looked around the room once more and upon setting his eyes on Emera’s father, he promptly burst into uninhibited laughter. Though the Lord of the Valerius Clan gave him a sour look, his amusement failed to dissipate. “Father!” Emera crooned delightedly, “You’re looking fabulous today! Did you get a new hair cut? Or a new sense of style, perhaps?” Harry’s laughter became painful to witness as his entire body was seized in convulsions.
The infamous Marcus Valerius, ruler of the most powerful vampire clan and known to all vampires as The Beast for his skill and experience in fighting and… killing, was dressed for hilarity. Large, baggy, yet highly colorful clothes wrapped his body, thick pink gloves, and jumper straps to hold his pants up. Between these straps, the Valerius Crest was visible in its usual shade of silver. On his feet were humungous shoes, in screaming fire-truck red. Long rainbow hair sprouted from his scalp and was twisted into spiked braids that stood stiffly, makings his head seem big. His already pale face had been smeared with white cover-up, eyebrows were thickly lined with blue, and his eyes were encircled in orange. His nose was hooked and crooked, giving him a Snape-like look. His cheeks had perfect red circles and surrounding his lips was a thick red color that acted as a big smile. And to complete the ensemble, a big red circle was placed on his nose.
Harry couldn’t take it. He fell onto the nearest chair and buried his head in his arms, shoulders failing to stop shaking in gleeful mirth. “Emera, undo this highly amusing act before the council members arrive,?” Lord Valerius said strictly, his Italian accent carrying heavily. His tone of voice, however, failed to hide his pleasure at being bested by his heiress. Emera finally gave in and let loose a loud howl of laughter. Her guffaw lured a recovering Harry into another bout of laughter of his own. When they finally showed some signs of stopping, he spoke once again, “Now would be a good time to undo this, Emera. The council will arrive any minute.”
“Alright, alright,” Emera muttered, waving her hand in his direction. The rainbow colored hair disappeared, replaced by his usual sleek black hair. The make-up vanished, leaving smooth, blemish free skin. His nose shrunk back and became the normal aristocratic nose Harry had gotten used to. A swishing sound was heard and suddenly the colorful clothes darkened and became black colored robes similar to what Emera and Harry were wearing. The highly distinguished silver crest stayed the same. As Lord Valerius felt his shoes return to its former comfort, the doors to the throne room opened and a female vampire appeared.
Emera felt Harry shudder ever so slightly, as they recognized the vampire that arrived. Maria Jtrishna Bello was a beautiful woman, turned at 21, considerably young. Her face, which had never changed after her turning, was alarmingly seducing and lustful. She had caused a riot after her turning, killing over 500 mortals because of uncontrolled bloodlust. The Clans that were centered over Europe and Western Asia had collaborated in order to find her and stop her, kill her if needed. But she relented after a month of pursuing, swearing to control herself and stop killing off mortals. The Valerius Clan had offered her shelter and she accepted. But even though centuries had passed since her acceptance, she was not inducted into the Clan itself. Her eyes suddenly found Emera’s and she somehow smiled without moving her lips. “Lord Valerius,” she bowed, “I was sent by Fabiane Maolmhuadh. She says to tell you that they have proceeded to the library.” The words almost mixed together at the speed of her Italian pronunciation.
Lord Valerius nodded curtly at her. “Thank you, Bello,” he said to her, before turning to leave. “Come Emera, Harry.” The two followed him, Emera allowing Harry to walk ahead. He was dreadfully cautious of the woman, who seemed enticed with the idea of her and Harry being mates. Not if I can help it, Emera thought to herself. The three of them walked to the library, and upon entering, Emera sealed the room with the most secure spells she knew. And she knew a lot.
The council members were seated on the couches, and Emera waved away a few stray ‘bugs’ on them. “They still managed to track you, Orad,” she informed her uncle. Lord Vitalia pursed his lips, but said nothing. Lord Valerius walked over to a section of the east wall. He arranged a series of circles and squares onto the wall and behind them a bookcase disappeared, revealing a narrow passageway. The council members stood and entered, followed by Emera and Harry. Lord Valerius quickly replaced the patterns back where they were and entered the passage before it closed itself.
“I believe we are here for the Changing of young Harry,” Fabiane said, starting the meeting. Everyone listened eagerly. “Usually, the head member of the Council of Thirteen would give the details of the Changing, but as the young Potter is able to make his own decisions, I have decided to give him the privilege to decide what will be done.” Emera’s head twisted to her masione disbelievingly.
“You lucky ass!” she breathed. Lord Valerius’ lips twitched visibly. The council members’ expressions remained neutral, but when Harry looked closer, he saw a faint flicker of amusement pass through Fabiane’s eyes. Fabiane gestured to Harry.
“Have you decided the details on your Changing?” she asked him. Harry breathed in deeply.
“Yes, Lady Maolmhuadh,” he said softly, biting the inside of his cheeks afterward. Fabiane looked on expectantly. “It will be held on my birthday, as it should be, and the Council of Thirteen, Lord and Lady Valerius, Emera and her cousins shall attend… But I have a question,” he said hesitantly. Fabiane motioned for him to say it, nodding encouragingly. “I was wondering if I would be allowed to invite my best friend… To the ceremony, I mean.” Harry blushed, suddenly feeling too demanding. The ceremony was an intimate process and, besides the key participants, only those invited were people who are held in high esteem and trust. Emera smiled.
“Do not worry, my darling brother,” she said, “I will take care of it.” Harry smiled in relief. If I can’t see them all at the start of term, then at least I’ll see her before that, he thought. “Harry, not to be rude, but there are other things we wish to discuss,” Emera said to him. Harry nodded in understanding and left. Emera turned back to the council and her father. “Lady Maolmhuadh, council members, I wish to ask a question.” They nodded for her to continue. “I was wondering if I could take Harry to Platform 9 and ¾, to allow him to see his friends off.” They looked to each other and conversed between themselves for a while.
Finally they acknowledged her again, and Fabiane smiled. “That would be wonderful. I’d imagine he was feeling homesick. But to let him leave, he must have control of his blood lust, Emera,” she bargained.
Emera smiled giddily. “Deal! But don’t tell him… I’d like to surprise him.” She stood and bowed respectfully, before taking her leave. As she opened the door to the library, Jtrishna’s contour was shown. “Bello,” Emera sneered. Jtrishna moved away from her, and as she did, Emera smelt the fear that emanated from the younger vampire. Emera smirked to herself. No one could fake the scent of fear, she mused to herself, not even the best in the business can.
Emera headed to Harry’s room and found the teen playing with his wand. Harry aimed it at the wall, a concentrated frown on his face. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, and he licked his upper lip as his eyelids fluttered a bit. “Bombarda,” he whispered, and a dark purplish beam sped to the wall and blasted off an eighth of the solid structure.
“It’s a good thing it repairs itself,” Emera commented, just as the wall started fixing itself. Harry flopped onto his bed and blew his bangs off his forehead. Emera frowned, closing the door and locking it, placing a Silencing charm on the room. “What’s wrong?”
Harry shrugged. “Everything,” he murmured. Emera felt her stomach clench at the word. Her eyes stung suddenly, as though tears wanted to fall, but couldn’t since she didn’t know how to cry. She never had a reason to before. Harry sensed a shift in the air and looked up at Emera’s frowning face. “Alright there, Lìa?” he asked. Emera said nothing. She stood and walked out to the balcony, looking over at the darkening sky. Harry, bewildered at her lack of conversation, followed her. “Lìa?”
“You don’t want the ceremony?” she asked, her voice cool. Harry’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Of course I want the ceremony,” he answered. Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her stiffen. “Emera, you and your family… You’re all I have right now,” Harry said, his voice breaking a bit as he realized what was wrong. “You’ve shown me more than anyone ever has, even Hagrid or Ron or Hermione or Dumbledore… You’ve treated me as if I was part of your family, and for that I’m so thankful because I’ve never known what it was like to even have a family that cared.” A tear fell down his cheek and Emera could smell the trail it left. “Please don’t ever think that I regret meeting you, because you changed my life. If you didn’t find me, I would never have experienced love.” Emera finally turned to him.
“You know, you didn’t have to say all that,” Emera said, a sad smile showing on her face. “Vampires are highly empathic, especially those who are Changed, and I'm-” a tear fell down on the same cheek. She lifted her hand to wipe it off, but more kept coming. Harry took her in his arms and cried with her, letting his fears melt away with every tear that fell. “We could pass off as twins,” Emera commented later on, after a few more minutes of crying.
Harry smiled a wry grin. “How so?” he asked.
“Well, we both do look alike,” Emera started to list, sniffling before she continued, “We balance each other, our biological parents could do magic and were killed by lunatics, we’re both mentioned in two prophecies, and… we never knew our birth parents.” The atmosphere was sober for a while.
“That’s it?” Harry asked, his face serious. Emera rolled her eyes and slapped his arm. “Ouch!” he cried, feigning hurt.
Emera grinned wickedly. “I can make it truly hurt,” she offered.
Harry grimaced. “No thanks,” he declined. He shifted his head to the left as Emera raised her own and their lips suddenly brushed. Harry pulled away, blushing hard. “Sorry.” Emera frowned. He’s still shy? She thought to herself. I can’t have a shy charge! She turned his head back to hers and pressed her lips to his, holding his chin in one place to prevent him from pulling away. “Lìa,” he whispered in protest when she let him breathe.
“Someone has to teach you this, Harry,” Emera said softly, “And who better than me?” She kissed him again, this time licking his bottom lip and urging his mouth to open. When she finally bit down softly, his gasp of pain turned into a groan as her tongue entered his mouth. She teased him and danced around, trying to get him to reciprocate her actions. When he finally did, she pulled away, a seductive look in her eye as he opened his eyes to look at her. He whimpered as her hand trailed across his chest to brush against his nipple, causing him to jerk up slightly. He groaned again as the friction made his body stir in arousal. Emera smirked at him. “Like that, Potter?” she whispered, her lips and tongue moving along the shell and lobe of his ear. He closed his eyes as she started to move on top of him.
“Lìa, I…” he tried to speak to her, trying to tell her he thought this was wrong, “Lìa…” he breathed her name, forgetting what he was saying as she twisted her hips, moving against him just right. He growled as she got up off him. “What-?” Emera picked him up easily and dragged him to his bed. “Kinky,” Harry commented off-handedly, wanting to say more, but then he felt her nibbling on his throat, on that spot just below his ear, on- “Sweet- Gods, Lìa,” he panted, her right hand stroking him as the other took off his denim trousers.
“Commando, Harry? I never saw this coming,” she grinned maliciously. “Nice surprise though.” She had successfully removed his jeans with one hand and thrown it aside, not really caring where, and had proceeded to take his shirt off, forcing the buttons apart and tearing the collar and shoulder. The ripping sound it made served to heighten Harry’s arousal and made him whimper in pleasure. “Mmm… Gods, Harry, you have no idea how delicious you look right now,” Emera moaned, thanking her lucky stars that she was a vampire. Being an immortal made it easier to ignore incest or blood ties. She wanted him to come and she wanted him now.
“Lìa…” That was all that penetrated his fogged up mind at the moment. His pet name to her, which he found endearing. Mistress… It fits really, he managed to think, right before he felt her tongue against his body. He lost coherent thought once more and concentrated on the sensations that Emera was letting him feel. “Lìa!” Pain and pleasure mixed as she tweaked his nipple once more. He groaned and arched against her hand, wanting more. “More…” He grunted as she inflicted more, just as he asked. Emera used her left hand to take off her pants and shirt, and then her bra. Grinding their hips together, Harry choked back a cry as he felt wet lace scratch against his erection. “Please…”
“Please what?” Emera asked, her sadistic, vampiric side reveling in his helplessness. Harry grunted as her hand pulled his hair, forcing his head back. “What, Harry? Tell me…”
“I- I don’t- I don’t know…” Harry whimpered, his hands grasping her waist as Emera moved about him, wetness wrapping around his member and allowing her to slide smoothly on him. He let out a breath of air when Emera’s hand teased his sacs. “Gods-I don’t-”
“Then I can’t help you… If you don’t tell me, I can’t help… You have to tell me,” Emera repeated, her voice bearing the full tone of seduction. Harry felt her wrap a hand around the base of his cock and she began to stroke up. “What do you want?” she asked again, her voice demanding.
“Want you,” he got out, panting as her hand moved faster. He opened his eyes as she let go of him and saw her touching herself. His heart jumped to his throat when she placed her hand back on him, her own fluids allowing her hand an even faster pace. “Oh gods, Lìa…” he moaned. “This is- it’s- It’s wrong… You’re my sister,” he said, trying to regain common sense.
“No, I’m not… Not yet anyway, and besides,” she said in a voice that reminded him of Hermione reciting from a text book, “Vampires don’t care about blood ties when it comes to sex.” She moved down and sat between his legs. Pushing her hair to one side, she took his length into her mouth and sucked hard. Harry jerked, his legs squeezing her as he tried to close them. She took him in deeper and hummed. Harry groaned heavily, his fingers involuntarily tangling in her hair. Emera began to move, her throat vibrating each time she took him in.
“Holy- Oh god, oh god…” Harry began to feel the pressure increase to an unbearable height. “Lìa, please, I’m so- so close… Please…” he panted, whimpering as she swallowed. “Bugger! Augh…” he made a strangled noise as he saw a bright light explode behind his eyelids. “Lìa!” Emera kept swallowing his release as his member stayed in her throat, milking him dry. When he was through, she groaned before taking him out of her mouth, licking him clean. Harry looked at her beneath half-lidded eyes, his euphoria slowly ebbing away. “You realize,” he started to say, “that I can never look at you the same way again.” Emera grinned wickedly.
“Oh, I hope so,” she said, lying beside him. She cradled his head in her lap and ran her fingers through his hair. “What do you want?” she asked again, referring to his personal desire. Harry stared sleepily at the ceiling, but nevertheless cottoned on to the meaning of her question.
“Well, I… I guess that I want Voldemort gone. I want to have a happily ever after, with my princess and my friends and family. I- I want to have my own family someday. But… for now, I just want to be safe,” he answered in a drowsy voice. Emera could tell that he was fighting off sleep, but was failing miserably as his eyelids fluttered shut. His answer came from the subconscious; he wasn’t even aware that he was speaking. Emera smiled, finding him adorable.
“Sleep now,” she said, sensing his want to sleep.
“M’kay,” Harry conceded. Emera lay there until morning, just watching her soul-brother and marveling at how innocent he was when he slept. When he smiled slightly and buried his face into her stomach, Emera felt something in her rattle. She was going to teach him everything she knew and more, so that he could have his happily ever after.
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The Children of the Night
- by Lady Nichola Valerius
Previously, on Harry Potter and the Children of the Night:
“Forgive my rudeness, Era-Zana,” Snape said before she could leave, “But Potter has a tendency to get into trouble, no matter what.”
“Yes, I know that,” Emera said, “And I’ll be making sure that he reacts accordingly every time that happens.” And with that, she walked out of the kitchen.
“Leah,” Emera called, “I’ll be going now. Do you want to come?”
“No, I’m quite… Oh alright! I’ve missed the Casa for years!” Leah answered as Emera removed her from the wall. “Goodbye!” she called to the Order before she and Emera disappeared before their sight, with no sound or visible smoke to indicate that anyone else had been there."Italian Spoken Words"
"Latin Spoken Words"
"Spells"
~Chapter 5~
Harry Potter:
Shy No More
“Emera!”
Said person rolled her eyes and stretched as she stood up. Her soul-brother smirked. “What did you do this time, Lìa?” he asked. The Italian accent was visibly becoming clearer as each day passed.
Emera reciprocated his action, the perfect feminine counterpart to Harry’s masculine smirk. “Come see,” she said, her reply simple, yet tempting. The Boy-Who-Lived scrunched his nose at her back, but stood up as well and followed his Custode to the throne room. Upon entering, his trained eyes made a quick sweep of the room, making sure everything was in order. Satisfied, he looked around the room once more and upon setting his eyes on Emera’s father, he promptly burst into uninhibited laughter. Though the Lord of the Valerius Clan gave him a sour look, his amusement failed to dissipate. “Father!” Emera crooned delightedly, “You’re looking fabulous today! Did you get a new hair cut? Or a new sense of style, perhaps?” Harry’s laughter became painful to witness as his entire body was seized in convulsions.
The infamous Marcus Valerius, ruler of the most powerful vampire clan and known to all vampires as The Beast for his skill and experience in fighting and… killing, was dressed for hilarity. Large, baggy, yet highly colorful clothes wrapped his body, thick pink gloves, and jumper straps to hold his pants up. Between these straps, the Valerius Crest was visible in its usual shade of silver. On his feet were humungous shoes, in screaming fire-truck red. Long rainbow hair sprouted from his scalp and was twisted into spiked braids that stood stiffly, makings his head seem big. His already pale face had been smeared with white cover-up, eyebrows were thickly lined with blue, and his eyes were encircled in orange. His nose was hooked and crooked, giving him a Snape-like look. His cheeks had perfect red circles and surrounding his lips was a thick red color that acted as a big smile. And to complete the ensemble, a big red circle was placed on his nose.
Harry couldn’t take it. He fell onto the nearest chair and buried his head in his arms, shoulders failing to stop shaking in gleeful mirth. “Emera, undo this highly amusing act before the council members arrive,?” Lord Valerius said strictly, his Italian accent carrying heavily. His tone of voice, however, failed to hide his pleasure at being bested by his heiress. Emera finally gave in and let loose a loud howl of laughter. Her guffaw lured a recovering Harry into another bout of laughter of his own. When they finally showed some signs of stopping, he spoke once again, “Now would be a good time to undo this, Emera. The council will arrive any minute.”
“Alright, alright,” Emera muttered, waving her hand in his direction. The rainbow colored hair disappeared, replaced by his usual sleek black hair. The make-up vanished, leaving smooth, blemish free skin. His nose shrunk back and became the normal aristocratic nose Harry had gotten used to. A swishing sound was heard and suddenly the colorful clothes darkened and became black colored robes similar to what Emera and Harry were wearing. The highly distinguished silver crest stayed the same. As Lord Valerius felt his shoes return to its former comfort, the doors to the throne room opened and a female vampire appeared.
Emera felt Harry shudder ever so slightly, as they recognized the vampire that arrived. Maria Jtrishna Bello was a beautiful woman, turned at 21, considerably young. Her face, which had never changed after her turning, was alarmingly seducing and lustful. She had caused a riot after her turning, killing over 500 mortals because of uncontrolled bloodlust. The Clans that were centered over Europe and Western Asia had collaborated in order to find her and stop her, kill her if needed. But she relented after a month of pursuing, swearing to control herself and stop killing off mortals. The Valerius Clan had offered her shelter and she accepted. But even though centuries had passed since her acceptance, she was not inducted into the Clan itself. Her eyes suddenly found Emera’s and she somehow smiled without moving her lips. “Lord Valerius,” she bowed, “I was sent by Fabiane Maolmhuadh. She says to tell you that they have proceeded to the library.” The words almost mixed together at the speed of her Italian pronunciation.
Lord Valerius nodded curtly at her. “Thank you, Bello,” he said to her, before turning to leave. “Come Emera, Harry.” The two followed him, Emera allowing Harry to walk ahead. He was dreadfully cautious of the woman, who seemed enticed with the idea of her and Harry being mates. Not if I can help it, Emera thought to herself. The three of them walked to the library, and upon entering, Emera sealed the room with the most secure spells she knew. And she knew a lot.
The council members were seated on the couches, and Emera waved away a few stray ‘bugs’ on them. “They still managed to track you, Orad,” she informed her uncle. Lord Vitalia pursed his lips, but said nothing. Lord Valerius walked over to a section of the east wall. He arranged a series of circles and squares onto the wall and behind them a bookcase disappeared, revealing a narrow passageway. The council members stood and entered, followed by Emera and Harry. Lord Valerius quickly replaced the patterns back where they were and entered the passage before it closed itself.
“I believe we are here for the Changing of young Harry,” Fabiane said, starting the meeting. Everyone listened eagerly. “Usually, the head member of the Council of Thirteen would give the details of the Changing, but as the young Potter is able to make his own decisions, I have decided to give him the privilege to decide what will be done.” Emera’s head twisted to her masione disbelievingly.
“You lucky ass!” she breathed. Lord Valerius’ lips twitched visibly. The council members’ expressions remained neutral, but when Harry looked closer, he saw a faint flicker of amusement pass through Fabiane’s eyes. Fabiane gestured to Harry.
“Have you decided the details on your Changing?” she asked him. Harry breathed in deeply.
“Yes, Lady Maolmhuadh,” he said softly, biting the inside of his cheeks afterward. Fabiane looked on expectantly. “It will be held on my birthday, as it should be, and the Council of Thirteen, Lord and Lady Valerius, Emera and her cousins shall attend… But I have a question,” he said hesitantly. Fabiane motioned for him to say it, nodding encouragingly. “I was wondering if I would be allowed to invite my best friend… To the ceremony, I mean.” Harry blushed, suddenly feeling too demanding. The ceremony was an intimate process and, besides the key participants, only those invited were people who are held in high esteem and trust. Emera smiled.
“Do not worry, my darling brother,” she said, “I will take care of it.” Harry smiled in relief. If I can’t see them all at the start of term, then at least I’ll see her before that, he thought. “Harry, not to be rude, but there are other things we wish to discuss,” Emera said to him. Harry nodded in understanding and left. Emera turned back to the council and her father. “Lady Maolmhuadh, council members, I wish to ask a question.” They nodded for her to continue. “I was wondering if I could take Harry to Platform 9 and ¾, to allow him to see his friends off.” They looked to each other and conversed between themselves for a while.
Finally they acknowledged her again, and Fabiane smiled. “That would be wonderful. I’d imagine he was feeling homesick. But to let him leave, he must have control of his blood lust, Emera,” she bargained.
Emera smiled giddily. “Deal! But don’t tell him… I’d like to surprise him.” She stood and bowed respectfully, before taking her leave. As she opened the door to the library, Jtrishna’s contour was shown. “Bello,” Emera sneered. Jtrishna moved away from her, and as she did, Emera smelt the fear that emanated from the younger vampire. Emera smirked to herself. No one could fake the scent of fear, she mused to herself, not even the best in the business can.
Emera headed to Harry’s room and found the teen playing with his wand. Harry aimed it at the wall, a concentrated frown on his face. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, and he licked his upper lip as his eyelids fluttered a bit. “Bombarda,” he whispered, and a dark purplish beam sped to the wall and blasted off an eighth of the solid structure.
“It’s a good thing it repairs itself,” Emera commented, just as the wall started fixing itself. Harry flopped onto his bed and blew his bangs off his forehead. Emera frowned, closing the door and locking it, placing a Silencing charm on the room. “What’s wrong?”
Harry shrugged. “Everything,” he murmured. Emera felt her stomach clench at the word. Her eyes stung suddenly, as though tears wanted to fall, but couldn’t since she didn’t know how to cry. She never had a reason to before. Harry sensed a shift in the air and looked up at Emera’s frowning face. “Alright there, Lìa?” he asked. Emera said nothing. She stood and walked out to the balcony, looking over at the darkening sky. Harry, bewildered at her lack of conversation, followed her. “Lìa?”
“You don’t want the ceremony?” she asked, her voice cool. Harry’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Of course I want the ceremony,” he answered. Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and felt her stiffen. “Emera, you and your family… You’re all I have right now,” Harry said, his voice breaking a bit as he realized what was wrong. “You’ve shown me more than anyone ever has, even Hagrid or Ron or Hermione or Dumbledore… You’ve treated me as if I was part of your family, and for that I’m so thankful because I’ve never known what it was like to even have a family that cared.” A tear fell down his cheek and Emera could smell the trail it left. “Please don’t ever think that I regret meeting you, because you changed my life. If you didn’t find me, I would never have experienced love.” Emera finally turned to him.
“You know, you didn’t have to say all that,” Emera said, a sad smile showing on her face. “Vampires are highly empathic, especially those who are Changed, and I'm-” a tear fell down on the same cheek. She lifted her hand to wipe it off, but more kept coming. Harry took her in his arms and cried with her, letting his fears melt away with every tear that fell. “We could pass off as twins,” Emera commented later on, after a few more minutes of crying.
Harry smiled a wry grin. “How so?” he asked.
“Well, we both do look alike,” Emera started to list, sniffling before she continued, “We balance each other, our biological parents could do magic and were killed by lunatics, we’re both mentioned in two prophecies, and… we never knew our birth parents.” The atmosphere was sober for a while.
“That’s it?” Harry asked, his face serious. Emera rolled her eyes and slapped his arm. “Ouch!” he cried, feigning hurt.
Emera grinned wickedly. “I can make it truly hurt,” she offered.
Harry grimaced. “No thanks,” he declined. He shifted his head to the left as Emera raised her own and their lips suddenly brushed. Harry pulled away, blushing hard. “Sorry.” Emera frowned. He’s still shy? She thought to herself. I can’t have a shy charge! She turned his head back to hers and pressed her lips to his, holding his chin in one place to prevent him from pulling away. “Lìa,” he whispered in protest when she let him breathe.
“Someone has to teach you this, Harry,” Emera said softly, “And who better than me?” She kissed him again, this time licking his bottom lip and urging his mouth to open. When she finally bit down softly, his gasp of pain turned into a groan as her tongue entered his mouth. She teased him and danced around, trying to get him to reciprocate her actions. When he finally did, she pulled away, a seductive look in her eye as he opened his eyes to look at her. He whimpered as her hand trailed across his chest to brush against his nipple, causing him to jerk up slightly. He groaned again as the friction made his body stir in arousal. Emera smirked at him. “Like that, Potter?” she whispered, her lips and tongue moving along the shell and lobe of his ear. He closed his eyes as she started to move on top of him.
“Lìa, I…” he tried to speak to her, trying to tell her he thought this was wrong, “Lìa…” he breathed her name, forgetting what he was saying as she twisted her hips, moving against him just right. He growled as she got up off him. “What-?” Emera picked him up easily and dragged him to his bed. “Kinky,” Harry commented off-handedly, wanting to say more, but then he felt her nibbling on his throat, on that spot just below his ear, on- “Sweet- Gods, Lìa,” he panted, her right hand stroking him as the other took off his denim trousers.
“Commando, Harry? I never saw this coming,” she grinned maliciously. “Nice surprise though.” She had successfully removed his jeans with one hand and thrown it aside, not really caring where, and had proceeded to take his shirt off, forcing the buttons apart and tearing the collar and shoulder. The ripping sound it made served to heighten Harry’s arousal and made him whimper in pleasure. “Mmm… Gods, Harry, you have no idea how delicious you look right now,” Emera moaned, thanking her lucky stars that she was a vampire. Being an immortal made it easier to ignore incest or blood ties. She wanted him to come and she wanted him now.
“Lìa…” That was all that penetrated his fogged up mind at the moment. His pet name to her, which he found endearing. Mistress… It fits really, he managed to think, right before he felt her tongue against his body. He lost coherent thought once more and concentrated on the sensations that Emera was letting him feel. “Lìa!” Pain and pleasure mixed as she tweaked his nipple once more. He groaned and arched against her hand, wanting more. “More…” He grunted as she inflicted more, just as he asked. Emera used her left hand to take off her pants and shirt, and then her bra. Grinding their hips together, Harry choked back a cry as he felt wet lace scratch against his erection. “Please…”
“Please what?” Emera asked, her sadistic, vampiric side reveling in his helplessness. Harry grunted as her hand pulled his hair, forcing his head back. “What, Harry? Tell me…”
“I- I don’t- I don’t know…” Harry whimpered, his hands grasping her waist as Emera moved about him, wetness wrapping around his member and allowing her to slide smoothly on him. He let out a breath of air when Emera’s hand teased his sacs. “Gods-I don’t-”
“Then I can’t help you… If you don’t tell me, I can’t help… You have to tell me,” Emera repeated, her voice bearing the full tone of seduction. Harry felt her wrap a hand around the base of his cock and she began to stroke up. “What do you want?” she asked again, her voice demanding.
“Want you,” he got out, panting as her hand moved faster. He opened his eyes as she let go of him and saw her touching herself. His heart jumped to his throat when she placed her hand back on him, her own fluids allowing her hand an even faster pace. “Oh gods, Lìa…” he moaned. “This is- it’s- It’s wrong… You’re my sister,” he said, trying to regain common sense.
“No, I’m not… Not yet anyway, and besides,” she said in a voice that reminded him of Hermione reciting from a text book, “Vampires don’t care about blood ties when it comes to sex.” She moved down and sat between his legs. Pushing her hair to one side, she took his length into her mouth and sucked hard. Harry jerked, his legs squeezing her as he tried to close them. She took him in deeper and hummed. Harry groaned heavily, his fingers involuntarily tangling in her hair. Emera began to move, her throat vibrating each time she took him in.
“Holy- Oh god, oh god…” Harry began to feel the pressure increase to an unbearable height. “Lìa, please, I’m so- so close… Please…” he panted, whimpering as she swallowed. “Bugger! Augh…” he made a strangled noise as he saw a bright light explode behind his eyelids. “Lìa!” Emera kept swallowing his release as his member stayed in her throat, milking him dry. When he was through, she groaned before taking him out of her mouth, licking him clean. Harry looked at her beneath half-lidded eyes, his euphoria slowly ebbing away. “You realize,” he started to say, “that I can never look at you the same way again.” Emera grinned wickedly.
“Oh, I hope so,” she said, lying beside him. She cradled his head in her lap and ran her fingers through his hair. “What do you want?” she asked again, referring to his personal desire. Harry stared sleepily at the ceiling, but nevertheless cottoned on to the meaning of her question.
“Well, I… I guess that I want Voldemort gone. I want to have a happily ever after, with my princess and my friends and family. I- I want to have my own family someday. But… for now, I just want to be safe,” he answered in a drowsy voice. Emera could tell that he was fighting off sleep, but was failing miserably as his eyelids fluttered shut. His answer came from the subconscious; he wasn’t even aware that he was speaking. Emera smiled, finding him adorable.
“Sleep now,” she said, sensing his want to sleep.
“M’kay,” Harry conceded. Emera lay there until morning, just watching her soul-brother and marveling at how innocent he was when he slept. When he smiled slightly and buried his face into her stomach, Emera felt something in her rattle. She was going to teach him everything she knew and more, so that he could have his happily ever after.