A/N: I don't know. My other stories came from boredom or bursts of sillyness. This one, I have no idea. I was watching Blood: The Last Vampire (2009) – which sucked btw – and I just started typing. And then I added dragons because I love dragons and I don't care how cliché or stupid it is I was going to have dragons!

Follows books 1-5. So Sirius died. Harry realized what a manipulative bastard Dumbledore was and broke from him. He left the school, and many followed. The Wizarding World at large has been split three ways. I'm not doing the "speak his name and he finds you" thing. I don't really like the light versus dark metaphor, but if we must, Voldie is dark (dur), Dumbledore is light (but in the way that Germans thought Hitler was a great guy), and Harry is grey.

Warnings: AU, slash, mpreg, language, OC, OOC, a LOT of stretching of the plotline and imagination, lol.

Disclaimer: Own I nothing? *nods* *shakes head* *is confused* Sorry, I mean, none of this is mine? *nods* *shakes head* *growls in frustration* Uh…how to rephrase, so someone else owns all this? *nods triumphantly* Awwww man….

Beta: Who else? For I trust no one else with my mind bunnies: FirstLaugh-LastTears

The vampire queen lounged on her throne, her posture unguarded, lazy. She was resting her head on her hand, supported by her elbow, while her legs hung over the opposite arm rest. Her light blue, almost white, eyes were barely open and she had a small, amused smirk on her face as she stared down at Harry "Who conned me into coming here?" Potter. The twenty or so personal guards that usually followed her around were not present. She clearly had no fear of her visitor.

"You've told me what's in it for you, several times now. But I have yet to hear what joining you would do for me. My clan, as the strongest, really has no need to take sides in this three-way war. You can't defeat me, dear old Dumbly wouldn't stand a chance, and I've stared down puppies with more bite than Mold-On-His-Ass-Voldemort. It's not just my clan, either. I preside over all vampires. We multiply very quickly. None of you could ever hope to have our numbers. We're very content to just sit back and watch you kill each other. Why put ourselves through the trouble of getting involved? Why risk losing anyone?"

"Um, it's the right thing to do?" Harry returned nervously.

The queen blinked at him, her lips quivering. Unable to contain herself, she threw back her head and laughed uproariously. The laugh was slightly malicious.

"Did you sleep through those Defense Against the Dark Arts courses? Vampires are dark creatures. Besides, why should we care about doing the 'right' thing if it's not in our best interest? The quality of a Hogwarts education has certainly gone down since I attended."

"You- you went to Hogwarts?"

She inclined her head, her long black hair rippling slightly. "Yes, I was among the first students. Taught by the Founders themselves."

"Well then!" He leaned forward, his demeanor screaming newfound determination. "As one of the first wouldn't you want to protect it? It's under Dumbledore's control and it's Voldemort's next target!"

The queen scoffed and focused her attention on her fingernails (more like claws really as they were four inches long). "Personally I could care less. I have no good memories of that godforsaken place. I died there."

Harry had nothing to say to this. What could he say? "I'm sorry" didn't exactly seem appropriate. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. He realized that she was not pained by this. She enjoyed being a vampire. She was trying to make him uncomfortable.

Harry gave a frustrated sigh, he hated this crap. He should've made Draco come instead, at least that little blighter would've enjoyed the challenge. "Look, we both know that I'm hopeless at all this political negotiating bullshit. I don't know why you feel the need to play games with me. It's obvious that you already have something in mind. So just spill it already."

The queen took her eyes away from her beautiful claws and refocused her attention on him. "Very well Mr. Potter. It's simple really. I want you."

A/N: So? How's my first OC?