Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

Before we start this, I want to tell you that I have been reading both fanfics and paid mainstream literature for the last several years. This story is the culmination of ideas that have been infesting my mind for months. There are a lot of ideas used in this story that come both from other fanfics and from mainstream books, TV, etc. So I request not to be told that things which I already know.

An information note please, Harry Potter is born in the year 1981; attacked in the year 1982 and is ten years old in the year 1991. Thank You the person for pointing it out to me but I have already built a bit of story on my timeline and I cannot change the timeline now.

An after note is at the end of chapter. Please read it as it will contain a plot description for the next few chapters.

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS RELEASE FOR THE FANS OF THIS STORY

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

Now that is done moving on the much awaited next part of Second Choices…..

Legend

Hadrian James Potter : Born July 31st, 1981

Ashley Donovan (Peverell) : Formerly known as Hermione Granger

Evangeline Aphrodite (Black) : Formerly known as Daphne Greengrass

Artemis Taylor : Formerly known as Susan Bones

Chapter 8

December 25, 1991
Godric's Hollow

'Upon the signature of the International Statute of Secrecy in 1689, wizards went into hiding for good. It was natural, perhaps, that they formed their own small communities within a community. Many small villages and hamlets attracted several magical families, who banded together for mutual support and protection. The villages of Tinworsh in Cornwall, Upper Flagley in Yorkshire, and Ottery St. Catchpole on the south coast of England were notable homes to knots of Wizarding families who lived alongside tolerant and sometimes Confunded Muggles. Most celebrated of these half-magical dwelling places is, perhaps, Godric's Hollow, the West Country village where the great wizard Godric Gryffindor was born, and where Bowman Wright, Wizarding smith, forged the first Golden Snitch. The graveyard is full of the names of ancient magical families, and this accounts, no doubt, for the stories of hauntings that have dogged the little church beside it for many centuries.'

- an extract from A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

The happiness and festiveness of the Christmas was in the air. Entire families were milling about sharing greetings and gifts to each others before they retired for the night and celebrate in their own homes. A group of young children were standing in front of the church and singing carols. All in all, it was just another Christmas for them all.

Harry Potter watched with cold, unassuming eyes, the coming and goings of the non magical folk of the place where his family was torn asunder.

He was standing in a snowy lane under a dark blue sky, in which the night was slowly creeping in. Cottages stood on either side of the narrow road, Christmas decorations twinkling in their windows. A short way ahead of them, a glow of golden streetlights indicated the centre of the village.

His heart clenched when he saw fathers playing with their children in the snow and mothers giving out baked cookies and warm eatables to all while some watched back and laughed at the antics of their younger generations. In a corner near the church, a bunch of grandparents watched their grandchildren throw snowballs at each other and laughed at their silly antics.

Harry's heart clenched with pain as he watched the joyful atmosphere and the families mingling with each other. A lone tear streaked down his face as the feelings of loneliness and pain made him feel empty and hollow. His eyes hardened as the tear fell of his face and into the snow below.

Looking at all those happy people and families made Harry yearn for his own. He knew it was futile, it was hopeless but he still hoped that he could celebrate like others were doing; with his parents at their home. For he had only memories.

Memories of them celebrating a single Christmas. Looking over their shoulders to make sure they were safe. More tense than happy. In more pain than joy.

Nothing was good back then for them. They were being hunted.

A single name, helped by a few other fools.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle" breathed Harry Potter. His voice cold as death and dripping with enough anger and loathing that no power would feel safe to confront his rage. Harry's eyes glowed with barely repressed power. A burning feeling awoke in his mind as his Occlumency was strained by a vast amount of anger he was feeling. He focused on his mind, calming his anger and clearing it of all distractions and emotions. As he felt the anger disappear, Harry's face turned neutral and unassuming. But he knew better for he had seen what his face looked like.

His face looked as if carved from marble.

Harry knew he wasn't perfect. He still had a lot of things to do, to learn and to perfect.

Thinking back to his original objective, he began walking from his observation point in the shadows towards the church. He knew he still had some issues, some things that he had to get out of his system, for he was still human and still could feel.

A mother lifted her young boy in her arms as he smiled at everyone around him and waved with an innocent little smile on his face. Harry froze as the young boy's eyes met him and for a moment he saw another image super imposed on the persons in front of him.

A young boy with wide toothy smile, messy black hair and emerald green eyes waving and smiling at him from the arms of a red haired woman with same eyes looking at her child with love and tenderness.

Harry felt a pain worse than anything he had felt in his life till then as he beheld an image that could have been. His heart felt if someone had pierced it with a jagged dagger and then twisted it again for good measure. Still he preserved and collected himself as he smiled at the boy from beneath his hood. The pain lessened a bit but did not fade. It remained in his heart as he felt a reminder of what he had lost and could not have.

Life could be very cruel. Or as he felt a snowball hit his back and a young child mutter apologies at him, very confrontational.

Looking around, Harry decided to move to his destination. He was already late. And he knew he had to steel his heart for whatever was going to come next. He had suppressed it for so long.

He was alone as he wanted his first time to be private. Hence he had requested that none would accompany him. He was already a few years late for this.

Strung all around with coloured lights, there was what looked like a war memorial in the middle, partly obscured by a windblown Christmas tree. There were several shops, a post office, a pub, and a little church whose stained-glass windows were glowing jewel-bright across the square.

The square was getting empty as people began moving inside their homes to shield themselves from the cold. Harry missed their presence a little, but his heart liked it. He was reminded to much of his loss and pain today.

The snow here had become impacted: It was hard and slippery where people had trodden on it all day. Villagers were crisscrossing in front of them, their figures briefly illuminated by streetlamps. Harry heard a snatch of laughter and pop music as the pub door opened and closed; then they heard a carol start up inside the little church

He kept walking forward. Halfway across the square, however, he stopped dead.

He was looking at the war memorial. As he had passed it, it had transformed. Instead of an obelisk covered in names, there was a statue of three people: a man with untidy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind, pretty face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snow lay upon all their heads, like fluffy white caps.

Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents' faces. He had never imagined that there would be a statue. . . . How strange it was to see himself represented in stone, a happy baby without a scar on his forehead. . . .

Harry looked at the memorial till he felt satisfied, and he turned again toward the church. As he crossed the road, he glanced over his shoulder; the statue had turned back into the war memorial.

The singing grew louder as they approached the church. It made Harry's throat constrict, it reminded him so forcefully of the happiness and the voice of his mother singing to him. There was a ringing in his ears as a phantom voice of his mother singing to him made an appearance. He savoured the memory and her voice till he could feel his heart calming.

It never was easy.

There was a kissing gate at the entrance to the graveyard. Harry pushed it open as quietly as possible and he edged through it. On either side of the slippery path to the church doors, the snow lay deep and untouched. He moved off silently through the snow like a wraith, carving deep trench behind him as he walked silent as dead around the building, keeping to the shadows beneath the brilliant windows.

Behind the church, row upon row of snowy tombstones protruded from a blanket of pale blue that was flecked with dazzling red, gold, and green wherever the reflections from the stained glass hit the snow. His hands which were tightly clenched by his side opened slowly due to getting numb from being in the cold as Harry moved toward the nearest grave.

He waded deeper and deeper into the graveyard, gouging dark tracks into the snow behind him, stooping to peer at the words on old headstones, every now and then squinting into the surrounding darkness to make absolutely sure that he was unaccompanied. He did feel that they might have followed him.

They cared for him too much.

Sometimes there were several generations of the same Wizarding family represented in the graveyard: Harry could tell from the dates that it had either died out, or the current members had moved away from Godric's Hollow. Deeper and deeper amongst the graves he went, and every time he reached a new headstone he felt a little lurch of apprehension and anticipation.

The darkness and the silence seemed to become, all of a sudden, much deeper. Harry looked around, worried, thinking of that someone was coming, then realized that the carols had finished, that the chatter and flurry of churchgoers were fading away as they made their way back into the square. Somebody inside the church had just turned off the lights.

He turned around before a flash of silvery light off a tombstone caught his attention. He removed his hood.

Its purpose was not needed here. For the death is only a beginning and nothing is hidden from the eyes of the dead.

He moved toward the grave, feeling as if something heavy were pressing on his chest, the same sensation he had had right after seeing his mother disappear from his mindscape after the ritual. He felt the grief that had actually weighed on his heart and lungs.

The headstone was made of white marble, making him think of serenity and purity. This also made it easy to read, as it seemed to shine in the dark. Harry did not need to kneel or even approach very close to it to make out the words engraved upon it.

JAMES POTTER LILY POTTER

BORN 27 MARCH 1960 BORN 30 JANUARY 1960

DIED 31 OCTOBER 1982 DIED 31 OCTOBER 1982

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

Harry read the words slowly, as though he would have only one chance to take in their meaning, and he read the last of them aloud, "'The last enemy that shall be defeated is death' . . ."

Harry moved, taking a few steps closer, stopping just inches from the edge of the area where they were buried. He knew his mother was not gone forever and she promised him that she would return but still he felt her loss.

Harry felt himself fill up with so many emotions he wasn't even able to attempt to hold back a sob as he slowly fell to his knees… and wept.

Weeping for what he would never have. Grieving for what had been stolen from him and what he couldn't remember — loving parents, except for a few memories.

His hands tightened over the ground that covered his parents, gripping the lush grass tightly within his fists.

He had always felt the loss of his parents, but seeing their graves…it made it so much more real…

Harry tried and failed to get his breathing under control as he felt a tightness in his chest beginning to consume him. He felt his grief and sadness, but also felt a separate portion within himself, but not of him, being engulfed in the same feelings.

They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

The graveyard had gone unbelievably silent; the wind was nonexistent and the leaves were still.

Right now anyone here could practically feel pure magic rolling off of Harry's frame.

Turning inward, in an attempt to calm himself by means of Occlumency, something he could not explain or truly fathom, took place.

A memory.

He heard her voice in the corner of his mind as he remembered his mother speaking to someone.

Somewhere among the thick sorrow, pain and grief he was feeling, he remembered.

"Mourn as long as you need, and do not leave until you are ready. Once you go, let yourself be relieved of your grief, if nothing else, so that they cannot use it against you, but instead, so you can use it against them."

He didn't know how, nor did he care, but he knew, at that moment, that he was free of most of his pain and grief. His anger bled away leaving behind a stone cold resolve and determination that was harder than a diamond.

For an amount of time he didn't pay mind to, he thought on those words, and did as they suggested.

His parents were gone, and nothing could bring them back, but they had left something behind that could never be taken away.

Hope.

They had done that which few others had; they had thwarted the Dark Lord, and stopped him from executing his plans.

There was hope.

And that was enough to push Harry beyond the despair that had threatened to devour him, reminding him of the decision he had made when he had met his mother in his mind: he would continue where his parents had left off, he would continue to defy Riddle, continue the fight, and what his parents had been unable to finish, he would.

He stood up and bowed to them. Pulling out his wand, he used a spell to carve out a shape of a stag running with a lily in its mouth on the headstone of his parents graves and allowed a number of flower petals to fall upon their graves. A tribute for them.

Stowing back his wand, in its holster, Harry instead pulled out a long flute. Sitting in front of his parents graves, he put the flute to his lips and began playing it. He poured all his emotions in the piece he was playing. Not knowing neither caring for anything or anyone Harry began to play. He played for hours, sitting in front of his parents graves as he allowed his grief and emotions to run wild and free. Tonight he was beyond caring and understanding.

No logic.

No understanding.

No suppressing.

Tonight he was just a child looking to comfort himself in the feelings he had suppressed in his heart for so long. So, he kept on playing, sitting in the snow all alone, in front of the graves and silent as a statue except for the music from his flute.

Allowing his heart to become numb, loosing himself in his music and pain, he played like a drowning man would seek land. He played till his hands felt nerveless, till his lips blew upon the holes of his flute. Till he could do so, he played like a lost person seeking his way amongst the notes.

After midnight when he could play no more, he allowed the flute to fall from his cold figures as they failed to respond to his commands. His body was cold and numb but he didn't care.

For he was at peace at last. At peace with the life he had, with what he couldn't have and what he lost. He bent down and retrieved the flute and slipped it in an inside pocket and then with a quiet," I'll be back. Please, remember I'll always love you." He moved away as he pulled his hood back over his head.

Back to the life he had chosen, back to his preparations.

But now, he had a fire that burned in his heart, a fire lit by hope.

Harry Potter walked away, feeling numb yet at peace.

Behind him, his parents graves shined with the moonlight as their company.

He cared for nothing right now. He should have.

For he wasn't alone.

A woman and her eldest daughter watched a young boy walk away from a very painful reunion. They had just entered the graveyard to pay the visit to their ancestors when they felt it.

A pulse of pure and potent magic sweeping thorough them.

What they saw would haunt their memories forever. A young boy no older than her eldest daughter was pouring out his heart out. They knew not who he was for they could only see the back of his head as he bowed himself in front of the graves.

Waiting in a shadowed corner, they heard him play one heart wrenching music after another. They did not disturb him.

For he was in grief.

And he wanted to be alone.

That much was certain.

For hours they waited, and when he walked away, both of them saw a flash of emerald green from under the hood. The girl may not understand but the woman had an inkling of who was under that hood.

She wanted to go and confront the boy but seeing his condition, she thought better than to confront him over it now. She would have meet him later for she had many questions for the son of one of her close friends.

Both the woman and her daughter vowed never to talk of this to anyone.

December 26, 1991
Lily's Pad

None of the three women were pleased with him when he arrived back, half numb and cold as death. He was lucky that he could even make back home.

For his body and mind both were tired and cold.

After a really long session of getting chewed out by a group of females who seemed to be ready to burst into tears at any moment, he was tucked into the bed while they checked him over and fussed over him. Harry knew they cared. It was just that he felt that what he did and let go last night was rather important for him to do so. He had decided not put it off any further.

For things and feelings like this are what that make a person doubt his path along with his beliefs and convictions.

After such a long time, he had made peace with the demons and doubts of his heart.

Looking at the worried guardians, he smiled slowly making them feel more at ease with him. He knew they had followed him to the entrance of the Godric's Hollow but then they had not gone beyond that.

Perhaps they knew what he was doing last evening and night but trusted him enough to take care of himself.

That is why he liked, they respected his boundaries and never suffocated him with their feelings. Sometimes it happened, but they immediately backed off when they realised it. Never he felt that he was being burdened under emotions.

Harry looked at them and spoke," Thank You for respecting my privacy last night. I wanted my first time with them to be alone. I know it was selfish not to mention incredibly foolish of me to do so without taking any precautions but I wanted it to get these feelings off my chest. Also, I would like to go there on New Years' Day with you all. Would you like to come?"

Ashley spoke up, her voice a bit scratchy for she was trying to hold back her tears," Yes. Thank you, Harry. We all are sorry that we did not take you there earlier but we felt that you needed a little more time before you got ready for all that heavy stuff."

It wasn't any different for the other Queens to say for they were feeling the same thing and for they had seen him cry, rage and pour his heart and feelings out last night using a scrying mirror last night. It was heart breaking for them to see him break down and then pull himself together without any help then and there.

They wanted to hold him and take care of their young distraught ward but it was Artemis who was the most emotionally better of them who stopped them. She was right in that regard that Harry could take care of himself and they did not need them to interfere in his own development. If Harry would show signs of not coping up well then they could interfere in it.

That at the moment seemed cruel but later on thinking clearly they understood Artemis's reasoning. Harry was not a emotionally weak boy who needed their help at every quarter of his life. They respected his limits and privacy. If they had interrupted him last night, Harry would have thought that they were too controlling and untrusting of him which would lead to mistrust and problems amongst them.

The rest of the day was passed between Harry and the three Queens by talking about their plans for the Boxing Day and New Years' Eve.

January 30th, 1992
Malfoy Manor
Wiltshire, England

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black moaned to herself quietly as she walked in the dining hall of the Manor. She had to go visit her safe house in France for two weeks when her current situation stopped where Lady Artemis's personal assistants Naomi and Rose would be present. They both had missions in France that could allow them a chance to gain an audience with Lord and Lady Flamel. For whatever reasons, the Head of Mystic Falls had asked Narcissa to provide a safe house near the Alsace and Lorraine districts which were regions of influence of Lady Perenelle.

She was all alone in the Manor as her child and husband both were not there. Draco had been absent since the New Year's Eve and her husband had gone out nearly six days ago leaving her alone. Well it was good for her as her current situation needed her to be alone. And she did not need her husband finding about her plans.

Narcissa knew that it wasn't all that only that she wanted her husband to know. She had noticed that her visits to the Mystic Falls had increased to a very large amount. A significant amount of her time was divided between her own spy network and her pursuing the Carnal satisfaction with those women. Only last week, Narcissa had been taken by Lady Artemis in a private show amongst her most trusted assistants. Even though her face was hidden, Narcissa had felt the thrill of exhibiting her body to the lustful and hungry stares of the females present there.

She had believed that it might have been her insufferable pride as a pureblood and a Daughter of the Black House that would have been hurt when Lady Artemis had asked her to perform with her in an sex act for her assistants. However, she had found that the entire setup had thrilled to the very core. She had been displayed for all with only a set of smallest lace thong and bikini covering only the tips of her genitals. Even those had been taken away when she had been fucked by that monster cock and her body played like a musical instrument. She had cum multiple times and that was just in foreplay.

Afterwards her body had been ravished and her each hole had been plundered again and again with the female cock of the Lady and her toys as those females present had masturbated to her body getting fucked and ravished.

And she had loved it.

Loved every single moment of those mind blowing orgasms and fucking.

Afterwards, she even had requested Artemis to give her a challenge for two weeks and she had done just that.

The anal beads that had been stuffed in her ass, since the last week had started to vibrate again and they slithered one by one out but not leaving her body and then rammed themselves in again. She shuddered as they brought her to the edge of orgasm but did not allow her to cum. Well Lady Artemis and her friends had themselves enchanted all these toys to bring her over to the edge over and over again, but not allow her to orgasm till six hours had been passed for them in her body continuously. There had been small metal rings that had been placed on both her nipples and her clit which vibrated suddenly at a much harder pace than like they had done twenty minutes ago.

Last time only the ring on her clit had given her a low end vibrations for ten continuous minutes driving her nearly insane with pleasure. When it had stopped, it had given her an tiny jolt of electricity that had her gasping and shuddering on the floor of the Library where she had taken refuge to avoid making her husband suspicious. Even a blind man would get suspicious if a woman in front of you orgasms and moans after every ten to twenty minutes without getting touched sexually by you or anyone for that matter.

Her foolish husband had given her a set of rooms after Draco had arrived from France and their interactions in the Manor had been reduced to only at mealtimes or one of those rare times when he needed her to show to her input at the management of the Malfoy Estates. For even he knew that she was better at making investments than him. Beyond that, he hadn't even looked at her properly except for in social functions and parties where he had displayed her like a fucking trophy for all to see.

The waste of space of her husband, Lucius Malfoy, had informed her when going out her by sending an elf. Not even meeting her or even looking at her before going out. The elf had told her that her husband was going to meet his fellow Lords and would stay with them for a week.

More like fucking their asses and sucking their cocks for the week.

The bastard had the gall to say last month that she was not taking good care of Draco, the despicable incest spawn of him with his cousin from the French side of the Malfoy Family. The boy had the worst characteristics of her so called husband and looked exactly as the copy of his father. Well, she had told him and his Draco too, that she was not going to hold the boy's hand at every step. The boy was ten years old and yapped for his father at every single decision he had to take. Take into account Severus Snape, who was the boy's godfather and who encouraged him to act more like a five year old bully and you had the making of a recipe for disaster. She had already washed her hands off Draco when she had first seen him. A boy like that could never even comprehend the meaning of being sharp and clever. He had been taken to Italy to meet the Parkinson family and greet his betrothed, Pansy Parkinson on New Year's Eve on Lucius's insistence to create as he put it 'a healthy relationship'.

A shock from the small egg and the three metal balls that had been inserted in her dripping cunt threw her out of those thoughts and Narcissa fell down boneless in the sofa as the six hours passed and all of the toys on her body activated, giving her a mind shattering strings of orgasms and ripped all coherent responses from her mind. She had only a moment to moan softly before she blacked out. However, if one looked closely at her face, they would see a faint smile of contentment there.

February 14th, 1992
London, England

'How did it come to this?' thought a rather dazed Harry as he looked back to his morning and then at the situation he was in right now. He was aware of the fact that he was getting rather disbelieving stares from each and every person in the restaurant including the Valentine Couples that were present there. He was rather glad for his Occlumency skills which prevented him from showing any nervousness and his feelings were locked tight behind his mental shields.

Early this morning at the house, when Harry was in his room to rest for a while, after coming back from his morning duelling class with Ashley when the sound of unfamiliar high-heels outside his door made him turn and his emerald eyes turned wide open at the sight in front of him.

His jaw dropped when he saw the person that was walking towards him with a beautiful smile and a confident expression on her face. Harry looked at the woman and almost didn't recognize her.

The woman had bright blonde hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall. She didn't wear any makeup, but her face was breathtakingly beautiful and elfin shaped. The usual low cut business outfit was gone and had been replaced by the clothes that look like they made from an extremely fine silk. She was wearing a black shirt with crimson and silver trims at each side. The shirt hugged her body perfectly while parting aside at the lower part, exposing her midriff, making her extremely sexy yet elegant at the same time. Around her neck and shoulder was a long, light white scarf made from light material, which reached all the way down to her hip. The way her black jeans hugged her hips, showing her sexy and mile long legs had the effect of making Harry feel quite hot under his collar and that was not from the gruelling exercises he had done just half an hour ago.

Evangeline Black, the White Queen of Magical World, former Hit Witch and currently Harry Potter's personal guardian was walking straight at him, her appearance looking exactly like every bit of her title, a Queen. Harry often wondered why they called each other a Queen. As far as he knew, none of them belonged to any royalty. He even had asked them about it and they had just giggled at him. So he had concluded that it was a Title given to them. But by whom, he never found out.

Harry certainly appreciated the change in the warm expression alongside the clothing sense of Eve. She often presented herself more like an official rather than a guardian. Include in her cold expressions and neutral facade and she gave off an entirely different vibe of an untouchable beauty encased in ice.

But this woman in front of him was different. Harry rather liked the changes and he knew it was rare for Eve to show her warm nature to others.

"E-E-Eve-Evangeline…" Harry shuttered for a moment, for the second time this morning and then recovered soon {The First time was with Ashley during the duelling lessons, for the woman was full on tease during those lessons }, for he found it hard to speak her name when she was near. The woman he had known nearly since the last six years ago was gone and were replaced by the real Evangeline Black, a fully grown woman that could only be described as one of the most beautiful women he ever seen. That included the beauties in the Mystic Falls building in London where he went for his sexual education.

"Harry Potter…" Evangeline stopped in front of him and said, there was the lack of 'dear' in his name, and Harry found it oddly empty after years of being called like that. But what was Eve doing like this he had no idea. And she never called him by his full name whenever she wanted to get his attention.

Also, there was a look of barely hidden smile and lust in her eyes which looked like they had been darkened by a fire burning in them.

"Y-Yes?" Harry smiled nervously. That look was disconcerting and not to mention looked slightly hungry.

"You are going to have a date with me today!"

"What! But Eve, you are older than me not to mention that I have no idea of knowing what to do on a date." He exclaimed. But that was a lie. And both of them knew it.

Harry had the full memories of the life of Tom Riddle just without the emotions of his actions he took. The monster before he became Voldemort was a charming and suave person who could sweet talk even the most innocent women into doing some of the raunchiest things if he would have put his mind to it. But Tom had used his charm on men and women to follow him in his stupid pure blood crusade. Looking in his enemies memories, Harry found out that Tom had missed several golden opportunities and chances to recruit himself more supporters as he focused mostly on males and most of them were in Slytherin House only or from old pure blood families.

Also, his lessons at Mystic Falls were not just theory. It included practically doing the knowledge he gained and he had gone on practice dates with most of teachers and won laurels from them for his work.

"This Aging Potion will solve your underage look, like you did on your practice dates with your teachers and the issue of your not knowing, we both know that you are stalling. Why, you don't find me as attractive Harry?" she gave a weak pout and tried to sniffle and look away. Harry gave a sigh at her weak attempt at manipulation but then gave a nod to Eve who stopped her fake acting and then immediately looked cheerful.

Harry wondered to himself while waiting beside Evangeline at the gates of the Mystic Falls with a blank expression on his face.

Right now he was in his seventeen year old body which was stretched with a high dose of a strong Aging Potion and would last till the night. He was dressed in a emerald green shirt which had silver and white streaks at the sides and black jeans. A simple black trench coat was over his body and left open showing his toned and fit body to all and the overall look was disconcerting to say. Eve herself had blushed slightly on seeing him after he had dressed and arrived in front of her for inspection. He had never seen her blush ever and his ego had rocketed slightly at making a woman like Eve blush with his get up.

Right now he was thinking of the reason why he was asked to go on a date with Eve and both Ashley and Artemis had looked a bit angry at him. He put the matter away from his mind as their ride arrived.

"It's here!" Evangeline smiled and pulled Harry's hand with her to the high-class Limo that just arrived at the gate of the building. Harry's mind was working non-stop on how would he make this day perfect for her. This was the first true date in his life, and even though Harry wasn't completely oblivious of how should he take a female on a date. He could improvise if he was dating a young, teenager girl. However, Evangeline was a full grown and matured woman. He couldn't take her to an ice-cream shop or shopping together just like a normal teenager couple did. The elegant Limo in front of him proved that this date wouldn't be a normal date at all.

They stepped inside the limo and the driver immediately drove away. 'She had been prepared for this', Harry thought inside his head when he saw the look on Evangeline's face, not only that, she had true experiences, something he didn't have at all. He had rather done only what he himself said as rehearsals and they were mostly for his time when he was courting a female from the Pure Blood Families who were very bent on tradition and rules. He had very less time for special dates like this one. This was his chance of impressing a woman of Eve's level.

Suddenly, the door to the passenger seat and the driver's seat closed. When Harry began to wonder what happened, Evangeline suddenly climbed onto his lap and sat there, her arms linked with each other behind his neck.

"Harry dear." She breathed slowly and closed the distance between their faces.

Harry's eyes opened wide in shock when he felt Evangeline's lips press unto him. His Occlumency mask and composure broke at such a bold gesture and he felt his mind leave all logic.

'Wait, wait Eve…' Harry thought out inside his head, but his mouth didn't obey him anymore as his training deserted him for a while, it's just stayed there enjoying the incredible feeling of Evangeline's lips. Then his mind rebooted and his responses kicked in. Harry quickly got over his shock and used Occlumency to calm his mind and responses. He responded as his training kicked in and kissed her back with ferocity while thinking 'Isn't it a bit too fast, the kiss was suppose to be at the end of the date, isn't it?'

Evangeline suddenly deepened the kiss between them, she let her tongue made its way into Harry's mouth, exploring every bit of the place she would enjoy every day in the future. Evangeline smirked when she felt he was kissing her back and their tongue battle each other for the domination. But Eve was the one who was losing the game and this time, Harry was the one who exposed her, and she loved every moment of it.

After finishing with her third year before coming here, all the males she had dated always wet themselves the moment they found out who she was but all in all, she was very thankful that she had been dating before even if it was scarcely done, especially with Harry but it gave her the experience she needed for this timeline's Harry. There was no doubt about it, she had fallen for him too deeply now and there was no turning back for her and the other Queens.

Evangeline's eyes suddenly opened when she felt Harry grab her hips and pulled her closer to him, but she closed her eyes when she found herself enjoyed the feeling of Harry's hand against her bare skin. Using the opened part of her shirt, Harry's hands were roaming around her lower back while Evangeline ran her fingers through Harry's messy black hair, loving the feeling of softness through her fingers.

The couple stayed like that for ten minutes, neither of them wanted to part away from each other. But in the end, the need of oxygen made them separate, their lips parted away from each other, a thin trail of saliva connected their lips together.

"M-Miss E-Eve-…"

"Shh~, call me Eve now Harry, for I'm not your guardian today, Harry dear." She put her finger onto Harry's lips and smiled seductively at him "Are you still going to call me 'Miss' after we shared that kiss?"

Harry looked at Evangeline with a slow smile appearing on his face

"No Eve," Harry said confidently "Say, we will do it again, I know you really liked it!" Immediately Evangeline's lips crashed into him, and this time, neither of them held back.

The Limo stopped near the London Bridge due to a traffic jam and looked to go on for more time. They decided to move out from the vehicle and go on a walk for their date.

Harry and Evangeline stepped outside of the limo while trying to adjust their clothes. "Let's go Harry!" Evangeline linked her arm with Harry, giving him the best smile she got, her face still red from lacking air and the warm feeling inside her chest was too much to handle for her now.

As they walked and moved amongst the non-magical London, everyone on the streets was looking at him and Evangeline with wide eyes. Harry smiled to himself as he felt the looks they both garnered from the opposite sexes. He knew that both Eve and him cut a very different look from all the business class and uniformly dressed persons but that was what that gave their own style and identity. Unlike others they did not shy away from the change. Neither they were afraid to stand out in a crowd.

Thinking back to his time with the Queens, Harry grasped that something had changed in him and the relationship he had with his mother's friends. It would take time but Harry would know the difference as he understood more about human emotions and his puberty.

He and Evangeline were now in a simple high class restaurant which had been their destination as Eve led him on a merry dance throughout the streets of London after getting off their Limo near Thames, and then talking him for a leisure walk which ended up in a street at the end of Soho { A district in the West End of London, between Oxford Street, Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square. It is famous for its lively atmosphere and its many cafes, nightclubs, theatres and restaurants. Many film, television, music and advertising companies have their offices in Soho.}

In which there was a small restaurant but Harry noted form the door it was still a two Michelin star chef in residence. He just resisted to gawk or even react at this. Harry had been trying to catch up with everything he needed to know about his position in the world, both Magical and Non Magical and the sorts of things he should know about them. This included knowing that those stars meant that this restaurant was a seriously good one, but it appeared to be a bit of a known secret as Eve walked in and was immediately recognized by the host.

"Ahh, Miss Aphrodite, finally you grace our establishment once again," she said with a wide smile, ignoring the line of customers waiting to be seated.

"Grayfia," Eve said with a charming smile. "I don't suppose you can seat us can you."

"For you, Miss Aphrodite, anytime," Grayfia said, leading them directly to a prominent table and seating them.

Before she could do anything, Harry caught Eve's chair and Grayfia smiled at him at his politeness and manners.

"Your waiter will be with you in a moment," Grayfia said with a warm smile and then went off to see to her other guests.

"Nice place," Harry noted looking around. It had an exclusive feel to it and he had noted the many awards by the door. The waiter came with menus for them all and a wine menu for Harry.

"Need help with that?" Eve asked with a smirk. "I'm sure Harry, Artemis has taught you about wines and their sampling. You already own three vineyards in France."

Harry smirked and cast his eyes over the menu, ignoring prices entirely, instead the time he had logged with the Artemis and her lessons on the Art of Wine coming to the fore. "Well, since you are buying, I will pick a bottle." The Sommelier came and took his order, a Chateau La Mondotte Saint-Emilion 1976, which caused Eve to almost give him a look. Harry smirked at her, "Hey, like I said, you are buying and though I am forbidden to only five glasses a week of any type of wine by Artemis but she isn't here. I am going to get all the benefits of this date, and, frankly, the idea of seeing Artemis's face when she sees that we are drunk is good enough for me."

Eve smiled, "Now that I can't blame you for. She's rather impressive when angry or furious. To tell you the truth the woman can give the dragons run for their money when angered."

Harry chuckled remembering whenever the times when Ashley or Eve annoyed Artemis and paid with interest whenever they crossed the line with her. Even though the woman was sweet and caring yet she was terrifying when angry, just like a Mama Bear.

Their wine arrived and it was amazing, and no of them mentioned the ridiculous price for it or the fact that eight hundred cases had only ever been made of it. It was just to be enjoyed and frankly both of them enjoyed tasting the wine. If the plans that they had made went forward, there would be utterly no problem for them in the future. But they all had to work for it. And that was what mattered to them all.

Even though both of them travelled to a expensive, high-class place and rode a limo, Harry quickly found out that Evangeline was acting just like any normal teenager girls when they were on the date with their boyfriend just like he had observed from his studies during his sex education classes.

Eve enjoyed feeding him during their lunch at the restaurant, even going as far as feeding him using her cutlery. They ordered a medium French and Japanese dinner with several cuisines from these two countries. Harry loved tasting new food and so did Eve too. They talked about their views and ideas over the various things that Eve seemed to have learnt over her travels.

But Harry found it amusing when she led him to a park and asked him to walk just like a couple would do on romantic evenings. The park was filled with couples and each time they passed such these couples both Eve and Harry were subjected to an intense scrutiny from the opposite sexes. Girls would drool over Harry's body while males would glance at Eve's mature body lustfully. A few insecure girls hugged their boyfriends tightly when they were near as if Eve would steal them away after stealing glances and drooling over Harry's older body themselves. Except for the fact that Evangeline did not even glance at their actions and just walked with her head put on Harry's shoulder. She had no interest in other males and wanted to enjoy her Valentine's Day with Harry in peace.

The date lasted until 7 o'clock in the evening, so Harry would still have time to go back to Privet Drive after an hour or two of rest with Eve. Right now, Harry was sitting with Evangeline back inside the white limo, while they were on their way back to the Mystic Falls building.

"Thank you Harry dear, for the wonderful date!" He smiled when Evangeline turned her head to him and gave him a warm smile.

"Me too, Eve" Harry nodded his head.

"So… tomorrow I would like to return to my duty as your guardian." Evangeline said. She pulled out another wine bottle from the stocked cabinet and poured him and herself each a glass of Red wine. "I can't let you face Artemis without me getting you slightly drunk!" She answered to his questioning look and giggled when he paled slightly.

"You know Eve, you should act like this more often" Harry smiled his famous lop sided grin {in the future timeline for the Queens} that was commonly known to all those who had known the Potters. "You could forget about that strict teacher routine for a while, and enjoy your days just like everyone you know! However, I must say how much the staff and students of the school will react to your warm and caring nature!"

The light blonde haired woman blushed and nodded her head with a smile on her face.

"Next time Eve, if you are still interested in a date, I would be happy to accompany you again"

Evangeline looked at Harry for a moment and then a faint blushed appeared on her face. If he really wanted to go on a date with her again, she would need to ask to settle her schedule with her fellow Queens for their calendar and to discuss this development. As Evangeline realized that Harry was looking at her, a slow seductive smirk appeared on her face.

"Ooh… you want to enjoy spending time with me again?" Evangeline smiled slyly and put a finger on her lips and climbed on all four onto the seat, giving Harry the most seductive pose he had ever seen, even his sex teachers couldn't pose like this "I'm all yours, Harry dear!"

Harry gulped nervously, as Evangeline made her way to him on all fours on the now extended seat of the limo. Her face inched slowly towards him in an almost slow and agonising manner.

Their lips crashed into each other and both the older woman and her temporary older began kissing each other hungrily. Evangeline smiled into their kiss and parted her lips wide open so Harry could invade her mouth with his tongue. 'Maybe he is still quite young but damn he is a good kisser. Those teachers of his must be quite good to teach him such control and finesse,' Evangeline thought, as her mind was slowly beginning to get clouded with lust right now.

Harry pushed her slightly back while holding Eve close to him, her chest is pressed firmly against his chest. The feeling of her breasts was making his hormones run wild even more than before. He slight;y but forcefully pushed the older Queen and his date for today's Valentine into the seat of the Limo to which the blonde haired Queen didn't mind at all. Neither of them wanted to stop right now. His hand pulled her shirt open slightly and he put his hand at the small of her back as he pulled Eve into his body, moulding their chests together. As Harry pulled her closer to him even more, her right leg pressed tightly against his side. His other arm wrapped around her slender neck, making sure her body was as close as he could.

Harry was having a good day, definitely a very good day.

He was with a hot older woman and on top of that she was one of those persons whom he could trust fully. Their lips were locked with each other while Harry was dominated Evangeline's tongue with his own. His hand was groping Evangeline's left butt cheek under her tight jeans, making her moan lustfully.

Both of them released each other when the need for air became too important to ignore again. Harry pulled his head back a little to make some room between them. A trail of saliva connected their lips together, which Evangeline licked and touched with her lips while pushing her head forward.

"You sure have become a bit more open with your feelings lately Eve!" Harry smiled while Evangeline was licking his lip with passion, one of her arms was around his neck supporting her body while the other hand was caressing his cheek softly.

"It's the job that your mom gave to all three of us. To make her son and our dear Harry feel good" she whispered softly into his ear and moaned out when he squeezed her ass cheek again through the cloth of her jeans even as the tips of her breasts hardened and her nipples pressed firmly against his clothed chest.

"Well, I think I am in love with your new and wonderful personality, which has become quite naughty lately. Should I put you in your place?" Harry asked and smiled while pulling her body closer to him by her ass. Evangeline smirked seductively, maybe he wasn't ready for sex right now, but she was slowly but firmly pulling him closer to her. Soon Harry would give in to his lusts and Evangeline was sure she would have the time of her life. As would the other Queens but they needed to step up their games to show Harry that they were also contenders for his hearts and love.

"Please~, Harry Darling!" she purred "Please put me in my place, for I'm a naughty woman, and I need to be punished… . For I'm yours truly!"

"That's good to know!" Harry finished and crashed his lips into her, forcing her head to hit the seat again roughly but neither of them stopped their making out session.

June 15th, 1992
Spinner's End
Cokeworth, England

The residents of the place always said that there was something unnatural and unexplainable about the very last house and its lone resident who was now a day's back in the Spinner's Lane. In the deserted labyrinth of brick houses, the road remained the same as always as it did years ago. The very same rows and rows of dilapidated brick houses, their windows dull and blind in the darkness.

The alley in question was between the houses into a second, almost identical street. Some of the streetlamps were broken; the place was seemed to be set between patches of light and deep darkness. At the very last house in the lane resided a man who seemed to be the very epitome of something dangerous and mysterious. He never stayed at the house for more than two or three months yet the house never fell into disrepair or showed the signs of getting old. As if the house was held by some force to prevent it from getting damaged.

The person being talked about was walking in the tiny sitting room of his home, which had the feeling of a dark, padded cell. The walls were completely covered in books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a threadbare sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stood grouped together in a pool of dim light cast by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.

How very true it was.

The man's greasy hair fell around his face in strings, partially blocking the shallow yellowed skin of his face if not for its parting by his long hooked nose. His lips were chapped and peeling as his hands opened and closed seemingly in agitation. His black robes were dulled and streaked in stains of blood and potions as his blackening nails dug into his skin. The very air around the man was fouled by the scent of death and carnage clinging to his soul and by the bits of animal, vegetation and mineral that he had hacked and ground to pieces in order to make his concoctions.

Severus Snape was a man obsessed with unrequited love for a woman he had pushed away years before. He thought nothing of her husband and child being murdered but held delusions that their deaths would have been justified so long as Lily Potter nee Evans would seek his arms for comfort. He had turned on his previous master for the sake of his obsession but not before attempting to name himself the Half-Blood Prince and delving into dark magic only just below those of his old Lord.

The man obsessed over Lily Evans like nothing else. She had been pushed away from him due his dark nature and his darker inclination to magic. The man had become irredeemable and had committed many horrors and thought that a pure woman like Lily would accept him for that.

She had moved away from him and chosen to create a new life but Severus Snape couldn't fathom why she had chose his arch enemy and rival, James Potter to marry. Severus Snape had never managed to let go of his grudge against the man for his childish pranks against him during his years at Hogwarts. The so called reformed Death Eater had already decided to go after the young Potter, who was a survivor of that night and in his eyes, the brat was responsible for death of his Lily.

Snape decided that he would not coddle the spoilt child and had already built up an image of the his hated rival, James Potter, reborn as Harry Potter just with Lily's eyes. He decided that he would put the Potter Brat in his place whenever he came to his class at Hogwarts; where he was the Potions Master; puffed up with attitude and arrogance just like his father used to do back in school. So lost in his hatred and anger, that he missed the soft knocks on his front door.

Snape jumped, his wand appearing in his hand as a set of louder knocks were heard over his door. The knocks finished and then there was a sound of something being slid under his door even as a thud was heard as something heavy was put near the entrance. A pop was heard as the shadow of the person on his front door vanished. The Potions Master theorised that the person must have disapparated.

Snape used his wand to send a number of detection charms at the envelope and at the door. When he was satisfied that there was no danger, he summoned the envelope to him and looked it over. It was a fine paper made from what seemed like silk and butter as he turned it over. It was addressed to him in fancy cursive script and sealed with a wax seal of an Old Family Crest. He opened the envelope by breaking the seal and pulled out a vellum sheet that was written to him by a Lord Beaumont from France.

He gave a once over to the missive which was an invitation from the said Lord to make him a batch of a dangerous potion by the name of Bombarding Elixir along with some dangerous modifications done to it within a month for a payment of thirty thousand galleons for each full cauldron. It also told him that he had been recommended by Lord Malfoy for this purpose and if he was willing he was invited to a dinner to France at Lord Beaumont's next week. As he read the letter, Severus suddenly remembered Lucius mentioning this person last month when he had gone to visit his godson Draco but he did not remember the exact contents of the talk.

The letter finished with a final offering of a case of elf made wines and Cointreau bottle drinks for him just as a gift for his services to the Dark Lord.

Snape opened the door as he looked at the case and cast a few diagnostic spells on the case put on his front door by the messenger. When the spells came back showing only a small ward to hide from the non magical people and a preservation charm to prevent the case from being damaged, he pulled the case inside his home. Not even thinking about the consequences in his greed and foolishness. It did not matter that the package had a very mild compulsion enchantments on it.

Severus Snape opened the case and his eyes lit up with greed at seeing the well cared for and extremely expensive collection of wines. Cointreau was an unexpected addition but he did not mind it. As he began unpacking the case, he was suddenly struck by a craving to have some of the drinks. He decided to have an elf made wine first and pulled out a bottle from the case to sample it. As he poured out the drink into a glass, he never heard the tell tale sign of a small click or the small hissing sounds but he certainly heard the explosion that happened behind him. He turned around and on seeing his predicament acted a moment too late.

The residents of the Spinner's End were shocked open from their daily monotonous life when a massive explosion ripped through the lane. A powerful shockwave of heat and sound passed through the area shattering windows and glasses in a hundred metres radius along with creating a ruckus throwing any chances of early rescue to halt. The sound wave made from the blast made people's ears ring.

An unusually vigilant owl on the roof of a building far away from the radius of the blast seemed to look around as if searching for something. After a moment, the brilliant blue eyes with a ring of dark blue surrounding the pupil of the owl seemed to crinkle in amusement as a small light of silver struck it. It's work done for now, the owl simply flew away but if one could read owl's facial expression, they would have detected a small smirk on the face of the owl. Back at the blast site, groups of people were starting to arrive and move about the wreckage of the barely standing building. Nobody noticed a hooded female figure move away from the blast site and then disappear after entering a side alley with a muted pop.

Miles away in the ancient castle of Hogwarts in Scotland, a battered and broken body which was barely breathing, was all that remained of the Potions Master arrived directly in the headmaster's office scaring the old coot into choking over his precious lemon drops. Severus had managed to activate the emergency portkey that Dumbledore had provided him in case of an attack or emergency. However, he was a bit late in acting and had suffered a lot of damage in the explosive gift that was left for him.

Albus Dumbledore, after taking a minute to check himself, acted immediately and casted a powerful stasis charm on the body of the Potions Master to prevent him from dying. He fire called Madam Pomfrey who was not available and thus he had to refer to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital where the body of Severus Snape was sent for treatment.

As the Healers began working over the spy of Albus Dumbledore in order to save his life, the Chess Manipulator was back at Hogwarts, plotting furiously to remove the massive setback he had gotten when Snape had gotten injured in the accident. His many plans for the Potter Heir had become derailed though they were not completely damaged and could be salvaged by changing the role of Severus Snape with a trusted member of his group till Severus made a full recovery again.

The fact that Albus was too much dependent on Snape for his plans for Harry Potter wasn't overlooked by the Queens. That is why they targeted the greasy git, only enough to take him out of the picture for an year or so. Without his pet dog on the leash to bark at the Potter Scion, Dumbledore was limited in his methods to observe and manipulate Harry for his first year at the least. This would break the stranglehold that Albus had managed to create on Harry right from year one. The Queens remembered the years spent at Hogwarts in their own timeline where Snape would instigate mental and emotional attacks on Harry who would in turn be limited by the fact that Dumbledore had Minerva so much burdened with many duties as Headmistress, Teacher and Head of House that she was unable to help Harry. And then Albus would himself run interference as a kindly old Headmaster, allowing Snape the victory of claiming that there was favouritism in place for the Potter child at Hogwarts.

Hence, the mindset created by the Dursley family would have surfaced and Harry who was told always be mediocre by those despicable relatives, would have no choice but to keep on taking on the abuse of Snape at Hogwarts which in turn would wreck havoc with his studies and development in the magical world. The plan was ingenious and well thought out as was its simplicity in the working.

The Queens had already taken out Dursley family from the picture and Albus's chessboard. Snape was one of his knights and taking him out of the game permanently this early would tip Dumbledore that he had some opposition in his game. Hence, they had only neutralised the man's move with Snape for a short period of time.

On the other hand, they had to deal with Minerva who could be called as Albus's rook in his chess game. She was very important to Albus and had a great deal of influence over many things at Hogwarts. If they managed to eliminate McGonagall from Albus's side, they would find a very valuable ally in their long game against Dumbledore. But they had to be patient and cunning and not act too early. Albus was no new face in the game they all were playing. He was crafty, ruthless and highly manipulative since the days when he was friends with Gellert. If the old coot managed to get even a small crack in their side, he would not hesitate to demolish them out early to save himself.

Back at Hogwarts, Albus was thinking and worrying over his plans for the Greater Good. The accident of Severus was unfortunate not to mention highly mistimed. The report from the cleanup crew sent by the Department of Magical Accidents had found remains of a large cauldron and traces of an unidentified Potion which was found to be highly volatile. The evidence at the blast site showed that Snape was making a Potion which had become unstable and exploded causing the massive blast. The entire incident was now identified by the Department as a Potions Accident.

The new year was going to begin soon at Hogwarts and from what he had managed to get out of the healers at St. Mungo's, Snape had slipped into a coma that would last up to six months. Not to mention that the explosion had shattered over sixty percent of the man's skeletal structure. The most damage that had occurred were the three degree burns all over his face and chest.

The healers had told him that whatever Potion Snape was making had reduced the efficiency of the recovery potions they were giving him by more than seventy percent and that Snape would have to spend more than eleven months in the hospital for a full recovery.

Also, DMLE wanted to question the man on the incident. In a bit uncharacteristic but not unexpected move, Amelia Bones had immediately gotten a warrant for that from the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Now, he had to worry about Snape's interrogation too which if went too prying would result in a massive fallout for him as Snape was responsible for many atrocities as a Death Eater and privy to a great deal of plans that he had made.

Albus Dumbledore began checking over the mess that Snape had created for him. As he began plotting again to make plans for Harry Potter, he was not aware of the plans being made for the derailment of his Greater Good plan that he had followed since the day he defeated Grindelwald.

A/N:

1. Harry Potter will be going to Hogwarts in the next chapter. This chapter concludes the Childhood Arc of Harry Potter with the Queens. The next chapter will be the beginning of Harry's steps in the magical world and his magical education. Not that he needs it. These chapters will show how Harry deals with Dumbledore's attempts to manipulate and bring Harry under his thumb. It will also tell us about him making allies and friends. The younger counterparts of the Queens are also there. A whole lot of plots are going in my mind and I will be doing a chapter after January 17th, 2015.

2. The chapter above was just a small ending for the much up and down childhood of Harry. Most of the things done here like the visit to the graveyard in Godric's Hollow, Harry's date with Evangeline and Snape's accident were just my attempts at making this story even better and bring the needed change from the large amount of training and plotting done in the last many chapters.

3. Harry was not given any early puberty at ten years of age because I think the first year would be a very good choice for him entering early hormones and noticing the girls in a sexual manner at school. All the things that Harry knows will help him to deal with the plots such as Nymphadora's interaction with him at school (a filler and a base for the later relationship), a small lime or lemon there. Just thinking about it, no plot created for the story till now. Any ideas for the story especially as for how to remove Minerva from Albus's influence would be appreciated. Personally I like the way Minerva was made to notice the shortcomings in the fanfiction named Harry Potter and the Ultimate Force by DarkKing666. I am thinking of using the same approach but with a more forceful confrontation with a Queen or other cannon character.

4. I hope all liked the graveyard scene. I took the plot from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and modified the plot a bit. The flute was my own personal touch. And those two eavesdroppers' identity would be told in the next two chapters. Also, Narcissa's scene was inspired to tell what the Queens have done to her. She has been indoctrinated mostly and soon they will be telling Harry to make a move on the woman. The Queens have turned Narcissa into a slightly more horny woman and they are introducing her to the sex life of mundane world. The analogy of Narcissa as a body for the toys to be used on was given to me by the fanfiction named Harry Potter and the Silver Flames series.

An OC by the name of Grayfia was added from the Anime High School DxD as the owner of the restaurant.

The story is going to be on hold for now for a month or so. Till mid January there will be no updates. Sorry for that.

I will be waiting for the reviews of this story as they make me more inspired to do more good….. I will be waiting for them with my fingers crossed.

Also a bit of shameless self-propaganda. I have written a Harry Potter/ Batman Crossover story called Unseen Assassin along with a Naruto Story named Love From Future with the same theme of time travel as this one. Please those interested, read it and tell me about it and give it their reviews too…

A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all. Wish me luck for my Exams.

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