Title: What Goes Bump In The Night
Author: nameyourpoison
Rating: M-16+
Era: Hogwarts 6th years – HBP & DH not applicable
Warning[s]: strong language, graphic violence, scenes of a sexual nature, Mary-sue
Main Characters: Jezebel DeClerque, The Golden Trio, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore
Other Characters: Tom Marvolo Riddle/Lord Voldemort, Hogwarts Staff, Hogwarts students, The Weasley's, The Granger's, The Malfoy's, The Death Eaters
Summary: In their sixth year and finally back at Hogwarts, the first drama starts for Harry, Ron and Hermione when a fellow student is found dead with mysterious circumstances surrounding. With the clues so transparent and useless, they resort to other such tactics; The Malfoy's.
Using an unusual Time Turner, Draco accompanies his father and the trio back to a time where Vampyres ruled London and witches were being burnt alive at the stake. What they discover in the past, may help them in the present, but how will all this effect the future? Is this deadly foes presence going to ruin the country or bring it back to normalcy? If they make the wrong decision, it could mean goodbye to Hogwarts forever.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I'm very unimaginative when it comes to names and such, so here's my interpretation for overseas Magical Money: Palos = Mexican. Canyons = America & Canada. Pounds = obviously the UK. Umm.. idk where I got this idea. I think it's just something that I've always wanted to write but never been sure where to write it or how. So, I hope you enjoy my Vampyric story =]. And please tell me when it gets a bit ridiculous because sometimes I go overboard with things – directions and the like. So, yeah. Please R&R and double please tell me when it begins to read like a parody.
| Introduction |
Journal Entry – 1918, 30th October
I could feel the icy breath of death on my neck as clear as my own heartbeat, but that too, was painfully fading. As if it were a drug, my body ached and arched for more; and he gave it to me. But that was a mistake, because in the end, it was me who drank the last breath of immortality from his body. Lesson learned: never bite the hand that feeds you.
On the bright side, tomorrow night is Halloween. I think it's time I start picking some minions. I'm sick of doing everything by myself.
Present Day – 1997, 1st October
Reports of a dangerous fear growing in London spread like wildfire, turning from the truth to rumors to absolute idiocy. The Daily Prophet said that this 'dangerous fear' had traveled for years to find the perfect place to nest. Of course, The Profit knew nothing about anything.
"Nest?" the raven haired girl cringed as her eyes re-read the line. "..nest. Merlin save me." she frowned for a second, then cringed again, "Fuck Merlin."
Tossing the paper into the roaring fire by her side, she sighed and rubbed her temples. It had been a test of a day and she had gotten nothing out f the foul mouthed little brat she'd kidnapped from the park. In fact, she didn't even know if he was the person she needed – but she knew he had powers.
Getting up slowly and crossing the floor of the rickety old building, she stopped in the doorway of a small room where the freckled child sat. She looked at him curiously, wondering if he knew where her destination was or if he'd even heard of it. But of course he had heard of it; who hadn't? They had Boy Wonder and a bunch of misfits saving the world.
"Shane Crawford," she addressed him with a hint of anger in her voice. "If you don't tell me where Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is, I'll tear out your jugular and eat it quick enough for you to see before you die."
"I'd rather die." The orange haired boy said disgustedly. "I'd rather die a thousand deaths than lead filth like you there!"
Her spine tingled with rage as she entered the room, "Filth?" she questioned menacingly, bending down before him. "Filth? The reason you're even alive if because of me you feral little ingrate! I built this fucking city from the ground up! What the fuck did I get in return, huh? The holy cross and flames!" she panted quietly, then stood up.
"You can't build a city on your own." He said flatly. "It's physically impossible."
"Over a thousand years I've done things your mother and father haven't even heard of. Get to your feet." She snapped, pulling him up against the wall by his hair. "You won't tell me?"
"No." he swallowed. "Never."
Her nose twitched as her scowl deepened; her two canines glistened, "Fine."
Latching onto his neck like a lock-jaw dog, she sucked his screams into her mouth ravenously, the warmth of his pure blood drizzle around her lips. Images flashed in her mind. The flames, the agony, the pain and the screaming. Without thinking, she pulled back harshly with his jugular, as promised, in her mouth.
He stared at her wide eyed, barely alive, as she continued to chew the tender tissue and swallow. Spitting what little blood there as left in her mouth onto his face, his body fell to the floor limp, the light in his eyes darker than the night sky. Wiping her lips gently, she exited the room to collect her belongings; someone would find her if not now, then tomorrow.
"I'll find it myself." She growled under her breath, letting a small burp escape her. "Oops, excuse me."
From now on, and like it has always been, she would continue her journey alone. With her Leather bound journal tucked neatly inside her flowing leather jacket, her stolen wand – credit to Shane Crawford for that – in the other inside pocket and a bag of also stolen Galleons, Palos from Mexico, Canyons from America and just a few pounds from the corner store, she set off to the next place of information that would lead her closer to Hogwarts; Kings Cross Station.
