Harry was then teleported to a room, filled with the colors of green and silver. Looking around the room he sees a large bed, fit for a couple he no she thought.
“Where am I,” Harriet says out loud.
Walking to the bed, she feels the urge to lay in it. She looked at the nightstand and saw some silver panties with a green bra. Not caring about the color, she puts them on. She then heard someone opening the door.
She looked at the man she knew as Voldemort, but instead of the snake like appearance, he looked like Tom Riddle.
She admitted to herself that he looked hot and sexy and-what was she thinking! He was the enemy! Before she could say something however, Tom spoke.
“Iris? Is everything alright?” Tom said in a concerned voice.
Not even asking who Iris was, she answered, “Yes, I’m fine.”
“Good now let’s get into bed, you’ve been a bad girl earlier,” Tom said, “Now you get the punishment I promised.”
He dragged her into bed and before she could say anything, he took her bra and panties off and looked in horror as Tom drove his cock into her.
Even though he was Voldemort, she couldn’t deny that this feeling was the best she’d ever had felt in her life.
As Tom drove into her more, she moaned as all memories of her being a boy faded, now believing she was always a girl.
“More, Tom, I want more!” Harriet shouted, “I want to suck your cock.”
“If you insist, my love,” Tom said, and put his cock in her mouth. Moaning as she sucked it, memories of thinking about Voldemort being the enemy changed to him being her lover.
As he sucked on her breasts, memories of her being Harriet slipped away, being remembered as Iris Riddle, wife of the man next to her.
As they both passed out from the events, Harriet’s new life as Iris began.