Harry moaned as he felt his approaching climax. His small penis was so hard. Harry shifted on the bed. He thrust at the sheets. His hole was itchy and needy. He needed something long and thick inside him. He needed Benoit’s cock…his cum. He was so close. Almost…almost…his balls tightened and…nothing. He couldn’t come.
Harry opened his eyes. He panted heavily. It was morning already. He looked over at the wicker chair in the corner of the room, but of course Benoit was long gone. The sun was already up.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to go back to his dream. In it, Benoit was licking his neck suggestively while he teased Harry’s small hole with the head of his cock, barely touching his pucker. Harry moaned and begged the butler to put it inside. The man chuckled and continued to tease him. His bare hands roamed all over Harry’s body, paying lots of attention to his pert nipples and small penis.
Then, finally, Harry felt the head of the man’s cock breach his entrance. Harry moaned as the thick member slid inside him. The boy spread his legs wider, both in the fantasy and on the bed.
In the real world, Harry reached a hand down and lifted his pink nightgown. His hand found his hard penis and he stroked it quickly. In the dream it was Benoit’s hand.
Harry felt the need to come again. His balls tightened once more and…nothing. He couldn’t come. Why?
Suddenly Harry felt a sharp pain emanating from his shoulder blades. He opened his eyes. He also felt a dull ache on his tailbone.
Harry slowly got out of bed and hopped in the bath. These pains weren’t unusual. Recently Harry had been getting them every time he tried to masturbate. Tried because he was never able to climax, no matter how hard he was or how good his fantasies of Benoit were.
Along with the pain came a strange hunger. This hunger was strange for it didn’t come from his stomach. Harry was hungry in his mouth, in his throat, in his bum, in his very being. When Harry masturbated, sometimes he felt like he was starving. But he didn’t know what exactly he was hungry for.
Harry got out of the bath and put on a yellow dress. He put a yellow bow in his hair to match. Then he put on some light pink lipstick. Harry looked at himself in the mirror. Now he was Helen, or at least he had to be Helen for Papa.
Even though Papa wasn’t here.
It had been five days since Papa told him he’d be away on business for a while. He hadn’t told Harry when he’d be back and he took both Corin and Aldrick with him. The only ones left in the mansion were Harry, Benoit, Dru, Professor Lafitte, the chefs, and the maids. The maids, like the chefs, never spoke to Harry. It was as if Harry was just another piece of furniture and not an actual person.
After Harry was dressed and done-up, Dru came to take him to breakfast. After breakfast, Harry had his lessons with Professor Lafitte. It was the middle of August and Harry couldn’t wait for September so he could go to a proper school.
In the late afternoon, after his lessons, Harry went down to Benoit’s room. Going to Benoit’s room felt different after that one time of seeing one of Benoit’s victims tied up. Harry honestly avoided going down there until today. He just couldn’t stand being away from Benoit. He had found solace in the room and he wanted that again. The room was a place where Harry didn’t have to put on any sort of act. He didn’t have to pretend to be a girl and he could use his real name. Going back worried him, but he just wanted everything to go back to the way it was.
When Harry first opened the door, he expected to see either the skeletal remains of the man (even though the incident had happened weeks ago), or a new victim. Harry found neither. The room looked as it always had: red rug, desk, mini-fridge, and coffin. All normal.
Harry let out a breath and smiled. He picked up one of the books that the butler kept in a small pile in the corner and read. Harry consciously didn’t sit where the victim had been. That still felt wrong somehow.
When Benoit woke up, he seemed surprised, in his own way, to see Harry there.
Harry pretended weeks of not visiting the room hadn’t gone by. “This is a really good book Benoit, thanks!” The man just nodded and emerged from his coffin.
Toward the end of summer, Harry continued to masturbate to fantasies of Benoit. His body ached every time and every time he found he couldn’t come.
One evening, Harry was in Benoit’s room as the man was fast asleep in his coffin. He had just finished the last book in the pile. He knew it was wrong to snoop, but he wondered if Benoit was keeping anymore books in the desk drawer. He was surprised by what he found.
No, there weren’t books. The drawer was full of wands. Completely full of wands. It was a big drawer too. There must have been at least a hundred wands in there. Harry wasn’t allowed to have his wand unless he was at his lessons. Why did Benoit have wands? Why so many? Did vampires use wands the same way wizards and witched did? Harry wanted to wake Benoit and ask, but he knew he should let the man sleep.
The boy felt a little guilty as he picked up one of the slender, polished wands. He examined it. It looked a lot different than his own. This wand was longer with ridges in certain places. Harry put the wand away and picked up a different one. This one was made of darker wood, but wasn’t very long. Then Harry examined another one. This one was reddish-brown and was in a similar style to his own wand.
Harry knew he wasn’t allowed to use magic unless he was in a lesson, so Harry decided he’d just practice the wand movements. He pointed the wand at a letter on the desk and got ready to practice a swish and flick like he was taught. A swish and flick was a very basic movement and it was used in a floating charm among others. Harry swished the wand in his hand, but before he could flick, the wrist holding the wand was caught in a strong and uncompromising grip. It hurt and Harry screamed, but the grip didn’t loosen. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Benoit towering behind him. His fist squeezing around Harry’s delicate wrist.
“Let go of the wand,” Benoit said in a stern voice.
“O-okay. I just wanted to see it. I wasn’t going to use it or anything. I’m not allowed anyway. The wand Papa gave me is kept locked up unless I have a magic lesson.” The man didn’t say anything, but still didn’t let go of Harry’s wrist. “I really just wanted to see it. Here,” Harry let go of the wand. They both watched it fall to the floor. Benoit picked it up. Harry watched him walk over to the drawer full of wands and stick the one Harry’d touched inside.
“That’s a lot of wands,” Harry said, rubbing his sore wrist now that it was free. “Are they all yours?”
“They are now.”
“What do you mean?” Then Harry finally understood what all the wands meant. “Are they from all your—uh, meals over the years?”
Benoit turned and looked at the boy. His heart was still racing, The adrenalin wasn’t out of his system yet. He’d heard noises outside his coffin when he was waking up. He expected to find the boy reading a book like always, but when he opened the lid he saw a small hand holding a wand. He didn’t stop to think. Benoit moved incredibly fast and grabbed the human’s wrist. He heard Harry scream. He looked down to see the boy in his grasp. The boy had a wand. One of his wands. He’d needed the boy to let go. Now. His instincts were telling him that the magic human was a threat. And wasn’t he? Harry had been holing a wand, a deadly tool, one could argue the most deadly tool. His teeth itched to rip out the boy’s throat, to take out the threat.
He tried to control himself. This was Harry Potter. This was the human he was told to watch. The human Benoit no longer saw as food. Benoit told the boy to let go of the wand and as soon as the powerful piece of wood was out of the boy’s hands, Benoit picked it up and put it away.
Benoit took a deep breath. What had the boy asked him? “No. not years. Just since I started working here. Just from the past year and a half. ”
Harry thought about that. Benoit had killed that many people in only a year and a half? “So you collect them? The wands?”
“I suppose.”
“Do vampires use wands like wizards do?”
“No. Our magic is different.”
“So then why do you collect them?”
Benoit paused. He really didn’t know. “I don’t know.”
Harry thought about that. He’d been so surprised when Benoit grabbed his wrist. It was almost like… “Benoit, are you afraid of wands?”
The vampire looked at him. “Wands are a very dangerous tool in the hands of a human with magic. And humans with magic are almost unlimited when it comes to magic. All vampires are weary of wands.”
“Maybe you keep them because you want to be less afraid.”
“Maybe.”
“What do you mean unlimited magic? Vampires have magic too.”
“It’s different. Vampires have very limited magic. We can turn into bats. We can put our prey in a trance. We can move quickly. And we have telekinesis. That’s all. But humans are different. They can make up spells in order to do whatever they wish—as long as they have a wand.”
“I guess so. But I think it’s cool that you can do magic without a wand. Can you show me your telekinesis?”
Benoit turned to face the boy. He looked around the room, then set his sights on his coffin. He stared at it for a moment and the door to it flew open. The boy took a step away from it in surprise.
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
“No it isn’t. You could do the same with a wand. You could do anything.” Benoit looked to the boy’s wrist. Harry was still rubbing it with his left hand. “I apologize for hurting you.”
“It’s okay, Benoit. I know you were just shocked and scared, but I promise I’ll never use magic to hurt you, okay?”
Benoit looked away. He didn’t believe the boy. He liked Harry like he was a pet, or maybe even something more, but the boy was still a magic human. A magic human with a wand. A magic human that was about to start studying magic seriously at a wizarding school. There he would learn how to kill ‘monsters’ like him.
Benoit still didn’t know how he was going to get into the school to accompany Harry, but he had to think quick, summer would end soon.
Finnian Siog 