Harry didn’t know how he felt when he first met the new day butler. He was introduced to him only a day after Norman left. It had already been a few weeks since then and Harry was still unsure about the man. Dru was a lot like Benoit in many ways, he was a man of very few words, he had perfect posture, and he always looked unimpressed. But where Benoit was just stoic, Dru was intense. He only spoke when he wanted Harry to do something. Even their first time meeting, Dru had pulled him from the crib and when Harry said ‘hello’ and asked him who he was, Dru was silent and simply changed him, gave him a bottle of milk to drink, and left. He made sure to lock the door on his way out. Harry tried asking him more questions whenever they were together, but Dru never spoke, not even to clarify something he wanted Harry to do.
One time at lunch, Dru took out a jar of baby food and when Harry asked what kind of food it was, Dru just put his large hand on his jaw to open it and forced Harry to eat what was on the spoon. After a while, Harry stopped trying to ask the man anything. He did however ask Benoit, who said he didn’t know much, only that Dru had been a soldier.
Harry’s days in his new home didn’t change much. He woke up every morning, was changed into a new diaper, ate breakfast which consisted of a bottle of milk, was locked in his room until lunch, had lunch in the dining room with Dru who always fed him something he didn’t like, was locked back in his room until dinner, then Benoit would clean him and get him ready to play with Papa, then he’d have dinner with Papa, show his love for him, usually in the man’s bed, then Benoit would put him to sleep. This went on for weeks. Until one day Papa told him about his new tutor.
During Harry’s meal, he’d known something was up; his Papa was acting a little weird and asking him odd questions.
“Mon fils, I just love seeing you in that diaper. Knowing that your Papa’s little baby girl…you’ve been such a good baby. It’s a shame, but I think it’s about time I let you grow up little one. You see, I want to see you blossom into a lovely young lady, and you can’t very well do that in a diaper.”
Harry looked at his Papa in surprise. Was he finally going to be free of his diaper?
“Mon fils…no, that’s not right…ma fille-“
“What does that mean?”
“Ma fille, it means my daughter.”
Harry scrunched his face up. He wasn’t going to be a baby anymore, but he still had to be a girl?
“Please love, remember I always wanted a daughter. It’s not forever, just for a little while.”
“You promise?” Harry looked up at his Papa, hoping he wouldn’t have to pretend to be a girl for too long.
“Yes, ma fille. I promise,” Mikael smiled at the child’s innocence. What did a promise mean to him? It wasn’t legally binding, just words. “Now why don’t I tell you how we’ll proceed from here, love.”
Harry nodded. “I don’t have to wear diapers anymore right? What about the baby food? I don’t have to eat that gross stuff ever again, right?”
“That’s right, you’ll be a proper young lady now. Which reminds me, you’ll begin your tutoring two days from now.”
“Tutoring?”
“Yes, I’ve got you a private tutor. She’ll teach you everything you’ll need to know, from French, to curtsying, to mathematics. She used to be a teacher at the very distinguished boarding school: Beauxbatons Academy. Maybe I’ll send you there next year.”
Harry brightened up at that. He wasn’t going to be bored all day anymore.
“Although, if you are going to pretend to be my little girl, I will need to give you a new name. It’s only for now,” he quickly said when he saw the look on the boy’s face. “How about Helene? It’s similar to your old name. What do you think?”
Harry didn’t want a new name. There was no point. He pouted and said, “Papa I don’t like it. Can’t I just stay with ‘Harry’?”
“No, ma fille. Listen, I’ve taken you away from your horrid relatives, given you a roof over your head, food in your belly, and even a private tutor, and all I want in return is to pretend, for a short while, that you are the daughter I never had. Do you not like your life with me? Do you not love your Papa the way I love you? Do you wish to go back to your Aunt and Uncle?”
“No! No, Papa, I do love you. I really do. If you really want me to pretend to be a girl, I will. I’m sorry Papa.”
“You will? You’ll be my little girl, ma fille?
“Yes papa.”
“Thank you Helene.” Mikael smiled at the boy’s obvious discomfort at the name. But he knew Helene would get used to it soon. “By the way, you will not be sleeping in your room tonight. Instead you’ll be in one of the guest rooms.”
“A guest room? Why?”
“Because I’m having your room re-done. You’re to be a fine young lady, and young ladies don’t sleep in cribs or play with blocks.”
Harry was suddenly excited. He wouldn’t be bored playing with the baby toys anymore. He wondered what new toys Papa was going to get for him.
After dinner, Harry was shown love by his Papa. Papa wanted to try something new that night. The man gave him an enema unlike any he’d received thus far. Papa filled the red enema bag with a full gallon of his special milk. Harry was upset that the delicious milk was going to waste and tried to argue with his Papa, but the man said that it was alright.
“Don’t worry ma fille. My employees are always making more milk for you, we will never run out.”
The man put Harry in a pose where he was on his back and his bum was high in the air. His feet were near his head. His Papa placed the nozzle inside his tight hole and unclamped the tube that connected the nozzle to the red enema bag. Suddenly milk began rushing inside him like an angry waterfall, filling his tummy to the limit, but Papa didn’t clamp the tube. Harry saw as his stomach got bigger and bigger, it bulged out from him. Harry couldn’t stop the screams and cries as pain laced his quickly swelling belly. Harry knew that soon he was going to pop like a balloon. It was inevitable. It would happen at any moment. But it didn’t. His stomach just continued to grow, bringing with it severe cramping. It reminded him a little of when he was forced to drink two full bowls of milk soup, but the amount of milk that was being forced inside him now was far, far more than he ever imagined his body could hold.
When the red bag was empty and the stream of milk had ceased, Mikael quickly removed the nozzle and plugged his little slave’s hole. He had the boy sit up and then he marveled at the scene he’d created on his bed. The boy’s face was stained with tear tracks. He was hiccupping as he tried to stop crying. Every now and then he heard his little toy say something along the lines of ‘please’ and ‘it hurts’ as he placed his small hands on his large, bulging, stomach. Mikael just stared, smiling at what he’d done. He’d made a boy no older than ten look like he was nine months pregnant. Beautiful.
He walked toward the boy, who was currently in shock, staring at his large stomach. He climbed up on the bed and licked his lips. He placed a hand on the boy’s bulging stomach and rubbed it roughly. The screams that came from the child’s mouth were delicious.
“So when’s the due date?” he asked with a smile.
“D-due date?” Harry stopped crying long enough to answer the man’s question. But what did his Papa mean by ‘due date’?
Mikael laughed cruelly. “It’s a joke ma fille. Your stomach is so big, you look pregnant.” He laughed again.
“Pregnant?” Harry had heard the word somewhere, but didn’t know what it meant. He wasn’t allowed to watch television, and it wasn’t in any of his school books.
“You know, a baby. You look just about ready for that baby to come out.”
“A baby? Why would a baby come out? Doesn’t the stork bring them? Why would there be a baby in someone’s tummy?”
Mikael blinked once. “Helene, you don’t know how babies are made?”
“They’re made?”
Then Mikael thought better of telling him. He just simply said ‘Yes’ and ended the conversation. He liked how innocent the boy was. He imagined all the sperm inside the boy’s stomach, swimming erratically, trying to find an egg to fertilize. He hoped the boy would still remain innocent when he finally figured out how to get the boy pregnant with magic. Maybe there was a potion of some kind.
When Mikael had, had his fun playing with his slave’s swollen stomach and forcing him to walk around the room that way, he called for Benoit. The man was there a second later.
“I want you to carry Helene to the yellow guestroom. I want you to empty her stomach after an hour has fully passed. Not a minute before. Then put her to bed. Do you understand?”
Benoit nodded, “Yes Master Mikael.”
“I want you to watch her all night. We do not have locks on the guestroom doors so be alert. Don’t fail me.”
“Yes Master Mikael.”
Harry tried not to cry as Benoit carried him to his temporary room. He could feel the milk inside him slosh back and forth, causing excruciating pain. He was biting his lip as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Once inside the room, the butler placed him on a full-sized bed and sat himself on a wicker chair in the corner of the room. Harry looked over at the man, who was still as a statue. Harry curled up on himself on the bed, panting at the pain he felt and kept staring at Benoit, who was staring back at him with unreadable eyes.
Harry began, “I-I know y-you’re not supposed to let me go to the bathroom for an hour,” the man just kept staring. “B-but the pain. My tummy’s in pain. C-can you d-distract me? P-please, I- i- it hurts!”
“Distraction?” Benoit asked. Benoit didn’t know what he should do for the slave. Should he even do anything? He was only told to watch the small human child. That was what he was currently doing. He looked from the child’s eyes to his gross, deformed stomach. He thought what Mikael had done to him was sick. The eight year old, barely older than an infant in Benoit’s ancient eyes, looked like he was about to go into labor. It truly was sick. But he wasn’t permitted to do anything about that right now. “What kind of distraction?”
“C-can you tell me a story?”
The man’s eyebrow rose. “A story?”
“Y-You know, like you did before. You can make up a s-story about vampires or something.” Harry held his stomach in his arms. The cramps really hurt, but he tried to speak through the pain.
“About vampires? You want to know about vampires? Why?”
“Because it s-sounds cool. I-I was never allowed to read books about stuff like that. Please?”
Benoit nodded. What would be the harm in telling the child? Even if he did believe what was told to him, it wasn’t like the human was going to live long enough to become a vampire hunter or any such nonsense. He crossed his long legs and asked, “What do you want to know about vampires?”
Harry thought through the pain. “U-umm…they are awake at night right? And they sleep in coffins during the day?”
“Yes. We can’t go into the sunlight, so we sleep during those hours. And you saw my coffin already.”
“Are vampires allergic to the sun?”
“The light from the sun burns us.”
“What about the blood?”
“Yes, we drink human blood. We prefer to drink the blood of the ones who have magic, but that is rare and expensive. Only the nobles are permitted to drink from them. It’s illegal to anyone else. Other vampires have to drink non-magical blood.”
It was the longest Harry had ever heard Benoit speak. But what was he talking about? “Magic? Magic isn’t real.”
“It is. You have it.”
“I don’t have magic!”
“You do. I expect your tutor will begin your wizard training. She worked at a magic school. That’s why Master Mikael choose her.”
“Well, I don’t believe you but-“ But what about those times when he’d somehow gotten away from his cousin when the boy and his friends were chasing him? How had his hair grown when his Aunt had cut it? “Okay, why is magic blood illegal to everyone but nobles?”
“There is a treaty. The Wizarding World classifies vampires as dark and dangerous. They gave us the classification: Life Drinker. There are only three species of creature that possess that classification. The Wizarding World has Life Drinkers at the top of their most dangerous list. Because of this classification we had to limit the amount of magic humans we consume in exchange for our kind being left mainly alone. That’s why only noble vampires, like myself, drink magic blood.”
“Oh, you’re a noble? But what does that mean?”
“I am related to royalty is what it means. I’m a very distant relative of the King.”
“Vampires have a king?”
“Yes.”
“And only nobles, so people related to the king, can drink magic blood?”
Benoit nodded. “And the royal family, of course.”
“So some people are nobles and others are, what? Regular vampires?”
“Vampire society is broken down into classes. The King, Queen, princes, and princesses are at the top. Then the nobles like me. Then there are the warriors. They are the soldiers that defend our way of life. If there was a war, they would be the ones to fight. They don’t drink magical blood, but they are still highly regarded members of society. After them are, as you called them, the ‘regular vampires’. Everyday citizens who could one day become soldiers, if they strive hard enough. At the very bottom of our society are the bitten ones. Humans who were bitten and became vampires themselves. These are the ones that cause the most problems for our kind.”
“Problems? Like what?”
“Let’s just say the bitten don’t always follow our laws.”
“Oh like the magical-blood-is-only-for-noble’s law?”
“Yes. The bitten tend to disregard such rules like that and kill humans over zealously. Their once-human bodies are not used to the craving for blood that the born are.”
“The born?”
“Any vampire that was born instead of bitten. Bitten vampires are not permitted to ever become warriors.”
Harry thought for a while, trying to get used to the cramps. Something just didn’t make any sense. Then Harry realized what it was. “But wait, if you’re a noble, why are you Papa’s butler? Is Papa a vampire too?”
“No. Master Mikael is a non-magic human.”
“Oh. Are you going to drink from him? Are you planning to make him a vampire too?”
“No and no. I despise non-magic blood. It is my birthright to drink only the best. And I would never have him for a servant.”
“A servant?”
“Those who are bitten become the servants to the one who bit them, at least until they get tired of them and either let them live their lives apart from them or kill them.”
“Then why?”
“I was sent on a very important and classified mission from the King, himself.”
“Why didn’t he send a warrior?”
“Because politics are not a warrior’s main prerogative. That is a job for the nobles.”
“And you can’t tell me what the mission is?”
“No.”
After an hour had passed, Benoit carried the very tired boy to the bathroom. He pulled the plug out and let the boy relieve himself on the toilet. When his stomach was flat once more, Benoit gave the boy a water enema to clean him out, before carrying him back to the big bed with a soft yellow comforter. The man tucked the child in and went to sit on the wicker chair again.
Harry yawned, finally relaxed. The conversation he’d had with Benoit had been so interesting that he really wanted to continue it. He yawned again, his eyelids threatened to close. He was just so tired.
“Do…” Harry had to work to keep his eyes open. “Do vampires turn into bats?”
Benoit watched as the child tried to stay awake. His words were slurring and he yawned every few seconds. Instead of answering, Benoit quickly brought his essence closer to his core, shrinking in size. His clothes shifted into nonexistence as his form changed. His small body was covered in black fur as his wings flapped to keep himself in the air. He stared as the child’s eyes closed, and wondered if he had even seen his bat form before he’d fallen asleep.
Benoit shifted back, clothes shifting back on him, in an elegant swirl full of grace and power. He sat once more on the wicker chair and stared at the boy he had been told, twice now, to watch.
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Harry could swear that he had seen a small bat before he’d succumbed to sleep. His dreams were full of bats and vampires. He also had embarrassing dreams of Benoit. He dreamed of not only drinking the man’s milk again, but sucking on his penis to get it. He’d seen its impressive length that one night at dinner. He’d tasted the surprisingly sweet milk that had come from it. No milk had ever tasted so good. In his dreams Benoit let him suck him off while the man put his tongue in his bum again. It had felt so good. He wondered what it would be like to have Benoit show him love the way Papa always did. Would the man’s large penis even fit in his hole? Why did he even want that? It hurt so much every time Papa did it. If he were honest, he would really rather Papa not show him love that way. It just hurt so much. But when he thought of Benoit doing it…he didn’t know, but he would like to try it.
Then he had a dream where he was drinking the milk from Benoit’s penis when the man forcibly removed his mouth from him and picked him up. Benoit’s mouth was open and Harry could see two very sharp fangs. The man then brutally ripped into his neck with his fangs and drank mouthfuls of his blood. The dream was so intense that harry screamed as he woke up.
Benoit watched the boy writhe on the bed, clearly having a very pleasurable dream. The boy moaned and grunted in his sleep. He was sleeping on his front, his hips moving slightly. The boy was clearly humping the bed in his sleep. Benoit knew that the scene before him was due to Mikael and Dursley’s perversions. They had introduced the child to the world sex, and now the boy was having perverse dreams.
Benoit continued to watch as Harry suddenly screamed, waking himself up. The boy bolted up in bed and looked around. He saw Benoit’s eyes on him and visibly relaxed.
Harry was breathing heavy as he watched Benoit watching him. It was dark in the room, but he could make out Benoit’s eyes in the darkness; they were glowing and Harry wondered if the man really was a vampire. Harry tried to get out of bed, but the sheets were wrapped around him. He almost fell off the bed, but Benoit was suddenly there to catch him. Harry’s head was close to Benoit’s and that made him think of his dream again. The one where the man had bit him. Harry gulped and blushed, trying to detangle himself from the sheets while his upper body was supported by the butler.
Benoit lifted the child up, releasing him from the sheets, and set the boy down on the wooden floor. Benoit hadn’t received orders to give the boy any sort of night-wear, so the boy was still nude.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Since Mikael hadn’t told him to put the child in a diaper, he assumed the boy could now use the facilities. The boy just shook his head and stared up at him. “Then you should go back to sleep. It is still too early for you to start your day.”
Harry blinked. “What time is it?”
“Three in the morning.”
“Oh.” Harry slowly walked over to the wall, feeling his way around, and turned on the light switch. It was on a dim setting, so it didn’t hurt his eyes.
“Do you need something?”
“I, umm…had a dream,” Harry said staring down at his feet. He couldn’t meet the man’s eyes. He knew he had to tell him though; he really wanted to try the man’s milk again. When would he get another chance like this? “Y-you were in it…” Harry took a deep breath and rushed the words out. “Can I please drink your milk?”
“No.” Benoit looked at the child, shocked, though his face remained devoid of emotion.
Harry didn’t know what to do. He knew he was being selfish, but he needed to drink that milk one more time. He thought of his dream again. “A-are you really a vampire? For real?”
“Yes.”
“Then, umm…in my dream…well, you- you let me suck your penis and drink your milk.”
“You have been corrupted by Master Mikael and your uncle. What you are asking is not normal for a boy your age.”
“What if I was older?” Harry asked. He pouted at the man. What did age have to do with anything?
“Even if you were of-age, I would still not perform sexual acts on a human.” When the boy’s mouth opened to speak again he said, “Or have a human perform sexual acts on me.”
“Sexual acts?”
“Yes.”
Harry didn’t know what that meant, but he didn’t try to sort that out right now. “Is it another rule or something? Are vampire’s not allowed to do that sort of thing with humans?”
“Well no, there isn’t a rule against it. Nobles don’t because it’s looked down upon, but ‘regular vampires’ and the bitten like to have sex with their victims before they kill them.”
“Oh so it would look bad if you and I did that?”
“Yes.”
Harry was desperate now. “What if I paid you?” Benoit just stared at him. “In my dream, after I drank your milk, you…you err…you drank from me.”
“I don’t drink cum. The only thing I drink is-“
“I know!” Harry yelled, looking with pleading eyes at the vampire in front of him. And he was a vampire. Harry believed him now. “In my dream you drank my blood. It was payment.”
“You would give your magic blood to me? For cum? You do realize that blood, especially yours, is worth far more than, well, waste. That’s what cum is. It’s a type of waste. It has its purposes, but our bodies create so much that we rid ourselves of it whenever we wish to simply ‘feel good’. And you would give up your precious life-sustaining rubies for such a disgusting-“
“It’s not disgusting! I like it! Milk is so good! And yours is the best I’ve ever had. I know my dirty blood is nothing as wonderful, I’m just a dirty freak. I know that, but if you wouldn’t mind trading…” he trailed off.
“Dirty blood? Is that what you think, why you’re so eager to ‘trade’? How could you have dirty blood when you’re the Boy-Who-Lived?” Benoit closed his mouth with an audible snap. He shouldn’t be telling the boy such things. He was so unused to speaking this much, he was starting to let things slip. He needed to keep a reign on his thoughts.
But what was the boy thinking? Dirty blood? Him? His blood was infused with the protection of his mother; his blood thwarted the Dark Lord. Harry Potter had very rare blood indeed. It was worth much. Part of the reason he was told to watch the boy. And he would trade it for something as disgusting as cum? He needed the boy to understand.
“Boy Who Lived?”
“Never mind that. A trade is ridiculous. It’s out of the question.”
“Why?” Harry was on the brink of tears. He knew that it wasn’t a fair trade, but he didn’t have anything more he could give the man. “Please, only once. I’ll only drink a little milk, so-“
Benoit brought his face close to the boy’s and grabbed the boy’s jaw in his left hand, none too kindly, but not enough to hurt the child. He hoped bluntness and aggression would help the boy understand what it was he was truly asking for. “It. Is not. Milk. It. Is. Cum. And cum is not a normal thing to drink. The adults around you have been lying to you.”
Benoit watched as the boy’s eyes teared up. He blinked a few times trying to clear them while Benoit held on to the boy’s chin. But the tears only left his eyes and streaked down his face. Benoit felt one touch his gloved index finger. He hadn’t meant to make the boy cry, but it was for the best.
“I know,” Harry said in a small voice. It was hard to talk with the man’s large hand on his jaw. “I’ve known for a long time that I’ve been drinking cum.” Harry looked down, ashamed. “But I can’t stop drinking it. I really, really like it. It’s the best taste in the whole world.”
“You haven’t tried many foods.”
“Neither have you. How do you know blood’s the best?’
“Because I was born to drink blood.”
“Maybe I was born to drink cum.” Harry stated simply.
“No.” The only ones who were ‘born to drink cum’ as the boy had put it were the…no. No. It wasn’t possible. Benoit ridded the thought from his mind. It simply wouldn’t even be possible. Harry Potter was a boy after all. “You don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Please, just once. Please.”
Benoit took his hand from the boy’s jaw and stood up. “Just once? You could die from just once. When a vampire feeds we drink the body dry. That is how it is done.”
“You won’t be able to stop yourself?”
“I could if I wanted to. Out of principal vampires always kill when they drink. To not kill their victim would be akin to a human leaving food on their plate after a meal. It’s rude and isn’t done. I have heard of ‘regular vampires’ sometimes having donors, but that’s looked down upon and very uncommon.”
“So it’s just because it looks bad?”
Benoit nodded.
“So what? Nobody needs to know.”
The child did have a point. Then Benoit let out a breath and went to sit on the wicker chair.
“So…?” Harry asked, looking suddenly hopeful.
“Not tonight.”
“Not tonight? So some night?”
Benoit sighed. “Maybe. Now go back to bed.”
Harry quickly climbed back into bed. He watched Benoit get up to turn off the light, then sit back down. He saw the man raise his finger toward him and say “Sleep.” It was the last thing he heard before suddenly becoming very tired and drifted off.
Benoit continued to stare at the child for hours. Did he really agree to let the boy drink his cum in exchange for drinking the blood from him? It was wrong. On more than just a moral level. If the others ever found out about this, he would be ruined. For a noble to have oral sex with a human, let alone a child, to drink the blood of the one he was told to watch, to not finish a meal…it was all so very wrong. What had he been thinking?
Eventually he noticed the sun just starting to come up, and moved to the other side of the room, where the light couldn’t reach him. He heard footsteps come up the stairs a few minutes later, then three short knocks at the door. Benoit opened the door for the new day butler, Dru. Benoit nodded to him and left the room as Dru walked in. He then made his way to his basement room and prepared for the day’s sleep.
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