Hunter Potter and the Half Bloodied Prince
Chapter 1- The visit
Helmsley was getting a great workout this summer. He had constantly flown too and from Ringwarts delivering messages to Hunter from Taker Darcodorf himself. Darcodorf has told him he will be teaching Hunter new lessons and they were to be done in private. "Great, more homework" Hunter uttered under his breathe. Yet he understood why that was to be. Vincemort is now out there; everyone knows of him existing once more, it was time to prepare for the fight ahead.
It was a lazy summer afternoon; Hunter sat on his bed, reading up on his schoolbooks. Kurtley was downstairs bragging to his parents of his greatest accomplishments when a slow… long… knocking came from the door. Hunter could hear it upstairs from where he sat, it nearly sounded like the toll of a bell. Kurtley, rather annoyed with the interruption answered it himself. He flung open the door and was prepared to yell at whoever interrupted him. However his eyes came upon a black coat. Slowly, he looked up into the man's face. He could hardly see any features to his man, until his neck snapped upward in a swift movement. Kurtley screamed and slammed the door.
Hunter could hear the commotion from upstairs, Kurtley screamed. "MOM, DAD DEATH IS AT THE DOOR!" over and over again.
Hunter looked down at Helmsley who was calm and cool, if it were death. His dragon would know. With the roll of his eyes, he went downstairs and saw his cousin, uncle and aunt huddled in the corner, armed with a poker fork from the fireplace. He approached the door and opened it. Instantly he knew who stood before him.
"Mr. Darcodorf" he said politely.
Darcodorf's didn't look up at Hunter at first; he did so slowly after he corrected his jacket's right arm. He walked into the house and saw the petrified mortals. "Of all things, I assumed mortals would be the first to know… The grim reaper never knocks," he uttered under his breath lowly.
"Hell you could have fooled me too! Come on in. Sit down. Scare the unholy hell out of my cousin! It's loads of fun for everyone!" Hunter said with a laugh. He turned to the family still shaking in the corner of the room. "You can get up now. It's just the Headmaster of my school"
"Headmaster…" smirked Kurtley.
Hunter cringed; even he knew never to make that joke! Darcodorf's eyes shot instantly to Kurtley.
His eyes turned white as snow as the glare grew sharper and colder. Kurtley shook in utter fear and panic. "Anything else you want to say before your smart ass mouth get cursed shut?" Darcodorf demanded.
Kurtley bolted out of the room screaming. Hunter loved this. Darcodorf stared at Uncle Hayman and Aunt Molly; slowly they stood up before him. "Uh… hi?" Uncle Hayman spoke very insecurely.
Darcodorf took a seat and cut right to the chase. "Hunter needs new lessons, and he will be under my guidance. I am here to seek your permission in teaching him the extra curricular" he spoke very plainly and calmly.
"Oh so he's going to be an even bigger freak now! Why not just adopt him for the love of God!" Uncle Hayman demanded. "We cannot stand him being in this house, let alone that damn dragon that sets the curtains on fire!"
"I told you, he hates the curtains, and it's not my fault you went with ugly looking ones!"
Darcodorf's attention turned to the decorating, a sneer came over his face, and reminding him of the ones he went to school with and the hidden enchantments within them by the female students. A low growl left his lips before he turned back to the guardians of Hunter Potter. "It's necessary he learns what I must teach him, or he is in great danger"
"You're always in great danger aren't you?" Aunt Molly uttered under her breath.
Hunter heard her and smirked. "I cannot help it, they love me out there" he snapped back sarcastically.
"You know what, fine! Do it! Whatever!" Uncle Hayman yelled aloud. He stormed out of the room to see if he could find his petrified son. Darcodorf rose up from his seat and turned to leave. Hunter began to notice something very odd and strange about him. His right hand was constantly covered, normally his hands are revealed incase he had to defend himself. Something was wrong… But he knew he could talk to Kane once he got to school in the next few weeks. Before Darcodorf left, he turned to Hunter with a rather annoyed look.
"What the hell are you waiting for boy, get packing!" he ordered.
"Packing? You mean I am going with you?"
"I wouldn't come all the way here and just have a chit chat with your mortal guardians and deal with your loud cousin now would I? Get your crap together and get your ass back down here"
Hunter didn't know what to think for a moment, yet did as he was told. He rushed up the stair, shockingly enough, seeing all of his stuff was packed and Helmsley sitting onto of the trunk. "Why the hell didn't you tell me you know how to pack!?" He demanded of his dragon.
Yet no response came from him. Helmsley just sighed as he followed Hunter down the stairs. Darcodorf looked about the street to ensure no one was watching. His attention turned to Hunter's dragon, he said. "You know what to do little one" Helmsley gave a nod as he went to Hunter. Crawling under him until Hunter sat on his back. It was quite awkward.
"What the hell is going on?" Hunter demanded. Yet the moment the question left his lips that his surroundings change. It was like traveling through a bright wormhole in space or something. The excitement of it all nearly made him forget the feeling that this mode of transportation feels like trying to crash through a brick wall. But it only lasted the moment, he soon found himself before a strange looking out. In a mortal suburb, Darcodorf turned to Hunter and ordered him to get off of the dragon.
"I need you to meet someone. Keep up with me" He said.
Hunter placed the trunk down which was instantly guarded by Helmsley. They approached the front door where Darcodorf knocked; it was just as he did at Uncle Hayman's house. It was long and echoed through the halls for all to hear. A voice came to the other side, cursing aloud before he opened the door. There stood a strange man in a kilt of all things. "Roddy" Darcodorf said.
The man looked between the two. "Darcodorf, what brings you here… and… is this… Holy Crap! It's Hunter Potter!"
"Roddy, yeah, it is Potter. But I came to ask of you to return to Ringwarts"
"Return you say? What for?"
"I need a new teacher. Care to stick around for a year or so, I could use the help. Potter would use your guidance you know"
Something told Hunter Darcodorf was spewing some lies, he could tell by the fake sweetness in his voice… or at least attempt to fake and sort of emotion with his voice. Roddy looked to Hunter and back to Darcodorf. "Teaching the great Hunter Potter… It's an offer I cannot turn now. You're on!"
"Oh… Piper… No coconuts…"
There was a confused look on Hunter's face… coconuts? Why the hell would Darcodorf bring up coconuts? In the moments of confusion, Hunter didn't realize the conversation was over and Darcodorf was yelling out his name. "Are you going deaf? Come on Potter!" he yelled.
Hunter rejoined Darcodorf where once again. Helmsley crawled under him until Hunter sat on his back. "Yeah, not that I don't appreciate the lift bud, but this is rather awkward" he told his dragon.
Darcodorf grinned. "Well it's that or you hold my hand boy, something tells me I think you much rather stick with what you got. I ain't fond of hand hold" he snapped back. Before Hunter could rebuttal they had vanished once more…
Meanwhile.
Professor Eric Bischoff Spark was in his home, testing various potions while drinking out of a metal tin. "I will crake this energy drink if it's the last thing I do!" he hissed as he stared at the brand drink. "Socko huh?" he growled. Yet there soon came a knocking on his door. Pulled away from his research. Spark went to answer it, but was stunned to see who stood before him.
"Mrs. Malcoy?" he asked.
"Eric…" she whispered back and invited herself in. Spark knew her well, the mother of Rando Malcoy and wife to JBM. She looked around the room and turned to him once more. "I've come to ask a favor…"
"And I see you brought back up" Eric muttered as he saw Bella LaWeird outside, he waves her in as well. No good was going to come of this.
"I've begged her not to do this, she is going to betray Vincemort! Brooke! You know better than to do that!" Bella yelled.
"It's not betraying him! I am not altering his plans!" Brooke yelled back, she turned to Spark. "He's ordered my only son to kill Darcodorf. He cannot do it alone… Spark… Please… Help my son?"
Spark was surprised. "Why Rando?"
"Because John failed Vincemort one too many times, so he has turned to Rando to make up for his father's blunders" Bella smirked.
"Oh, I heard you weren't at your prime either. You got the Heart Black Kid. But not Potter"
"You were suppose to kill him remember? Besides, Potter is to be saved for Vincemort, his orders alone" Bella snapped back.
"Well for your info, I cannot exactly go about the school undercover and kill Potter, that would blow my whole operation and the will of Vincemort if you have forgotten!"
"We are getting off topic. Spark, please, help my son. Guide him!" Brooke begged.
Spark debated over the idea silently, until his head nodded. "I don't think I have a choice now do I?"
"Make the unbreakable contract vow!" Brooke hissed.
Spark knew this was serious, a vow such as that can never be broken. It's like casting a curse of ones own promise. His head nodded as he uttered the incantation for the unbreakable contract vow before Brooke and Bella. Satisfied with his word, the two women left. Leaving Spark alone in his house. "Damn, how do I always get myself into these things!" he hissed to himself, before venturing back to his experiment.
