Chapter 1-Egypt, a cruise boat, an enemy
Hello and welcome to the first chapter ofBlack Bloods at Hogwarts! After re-watching Black Blood Brothers and re-reading the Prisoner of Azkaban, I thought, 'if there are werewolves in Harry Potter, why not vampires?' and so this story was born. Enjoy the first chapter!
I looked up 'Mochizuki', and it is only the pronunciation of full moon. The actual word in Japanese for full moon is 'mochidzuki', but I will still be going with how the anime pronounces and spells Jiro's and Kotaro's family names.
Aniki means elder brother
Note 1—I will be calling all the vampires 'Black Bloods' and only 'vampires' when an explanation is being made to wizards, and I am giving all Old Bloods the natural ability to sense the emotions of others around them
Note 2—italics means people's thoughts (either their own, an Eye Raid, or Legilimens)
Note 3—this takes place in Harry's third year, but in 2010 (so I can play around with Jiro's age a bit)
Note 3—I do not own either Black Blood Brothers or Harry Potter.
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Black Blood Brother's POV/World
"But why not, aniki!" Kotaru whined to his elder brother Jiro. The aforementioned Black Blood laughed and said, "You cause too much trouble, Kotaru. Maybe if you promise to not get into trouble…" at this Kotaru frowned, "then perhaps we can accompany Sei and Zelman to visit Crow and the Dark Princess." At the end, Kotaru's eyes lit up and he grinned. He also began jumping up and down in excitement. "Really, aniki? Yay! I'll try my best to be good!" he exclaimed. Jiro got that 'oh really, what's the catch?' look on his face and asked, "Will you leave your markers with Mimiko?"
Kotaru glanced around and said—without looking his brother in the eyes—"Uh-huh." (Very vague, I know, but we all know that Kotaru always has his markers with him!:-D)
Jiro looked speculative at this, but let it pass, knowing that if worse came to worst, he could always intervene. Kotaru asked with Alice's big blue eyes and in the cutest voice he could manage, "So, let's go meet Sei and Zelman!"
Jiro sighed; they were going on a cruise boat to Egypt for the first part of the voyage, but complied. "Alright, come on." And the two brothers walked away, with the moon extending their shadows, towards the main Company Building where the current reincarnation of the Lord Dragon (Sei, if you didn't know) was staying.
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HP World, Ron's POV
I had just sent Errol, my family's decade-old owl, to Harry with his sneakerscope present and letters. I felt really bad for getting Harry in trouble with the Muggles, but hopefully there would be no hard feelings when we meet up in Diagon Alley.
I still can't comprehend that my family won the 700 galleons in the Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw. I mean, what are the odds of that happening? For some reason I thought of Professor Trelawney and all of her 'fate follows you everywhere, your path in life is already set' and all that rubbish. But after a moment of speculation, I forgot, I mean it hardly seems important if I'm in Egypt, for Merlin's sake! And, on top of all the awesome tombs and pyramids that Bill showed us in the last week, he was secretly taking Dad and me to the most dangerous and oldest one! Cripes, I get chills of trepidation down my back just thinking about it. We weren't going to tell Mum, of course. She'd have a fit. Hopefully no one we will meet would talk to us about it if we ever met again… oh who am I kidding, there's bound to be tons of people there, it's a famous ancient pyramid!
I kept up this inner debate—should I go and risk getting a rant from Mum, or not go and miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime chance?—but then Bill called me over to a huge golden dragon with five seats on the saddle, and Dad was coming from the opposite direction, he would be of no help now. My inner devil won—I was going to the pyramid, Mum's yelling won't stop me! I took a deep breath and exhaled, then climbed up into the second seat, Bill in front of me and Dad behind me.
Black Blood Brother's World, Jiro's POV
I was walking onto the cruise boat along with Kotaru, Zelman, and Sei, but we were in broad daylight. Of course, Zelman's and See's bloodlines protected them from the harsh midday sun. But, alas, I had to put up a Hide Hand force-field around me to keep sun's unrelenting rays from affecting me.
Of course, since ten years had passed since Kotaru and I moved to the Special Zone, and I was 208 now and the sun did not affect me as much as before- if I went around without my force-field in broad daylight and without an umbrella I would only feel a sharp pins-and-needles feeling that would intensify the more exposure I got and go back to slightly burning me after 10 minutes, it was enough for short trips. I would choose painful pins-and-needles (that with effort I can ignore) over getting literally scorched any day. (NOTE: Kotaru ages slower, so he in technically 20 but looks and acts 13, Jiro won't be sacrificed until Kotaru looks and acts 21)
But it was still annoying when I was near running water, drinking a glass of it was fine, but its overall affect on me hadn't changed, however if I had my force-field up it took slightly longer to take affect- about a minute. Oh, well.
We were all on the sinking time bomb now. Kotaru immediately ran off towards the swimming pool. I inwardly groaned—MORE water?—but followed him. Strangely enough, Zelman went with me but Sei did not. I noticed him walking towards the cabins, looking slightly green. 'Could he be seasick?' I wonder incredulously, and increase my speed to a (still human-speed) power walk, so does Zelman, to keep up with Kotaru. When we catch up he is already on the pool deck. I sat down with Zelman at a glass table shaded by a red and white western umbrella. I told Kotaru, "Just don't wander too far off, alright? Oh, and don't go near the ladders leading off the boat or stand too close to the edge of the boat." He merely nods and goes vrooming off in one of his rare childish moments.
He was growing up… and gaining my more and more of my love's (Alice's) characteristics. I pushed such emotional thoughts away as Zelman motioned to a nearby waitress. He ordered, "Two Bloody Marys (sp? I don't know if the alcoholic drink changes into 'Maries' or not). Within five minutes, if you could." The waitress sends a glare at him- after all, with his blood red eyes and hair, gold earrings, and his standard black and white tracksuit, he certainly didn't professional- but in the end she scurried away, probably after seeing the katana at my waist. I pondered what future troubles my faithful katana would bring, seeing as I had to use Eye Raid on the officials (the people who check your ticket, in this case) so they would let us pass.
Zelman asked in a scornful tone and with a smirk on his face, "Tired yet, Gin-tou? (sp?) The sun is awfully hot today." I replied smartly, "You must have not had any blood in a while, Zelman, to not notice my Hide Hand shield." His crimson eyes widened at that, and he shut up about the topic. Just then, our drinks arrived. They were full to the brim, and they were in tall glasses.
"Why did you even order us these, you know that alcohol won't have any effect on us if you are in the mood to forget." I asked glibly. To our great displeasure, a red-haired woman in a lab coat-ironically enough-overheard us, as did the multi-gendered group behind her, also in lab coats. They all smelled human though. She strode over to us with her hands on her hips, her emotions obfuscating. She was-somehow- confused, demanding, curious, and haughty all at once. Zelman noticed this too, and mumbled under his breath so that only I could hear, "Give a flat-out obvious lie. We'll sneak away while her and her cronies follow us- or try to- and we'll lead them to a dead-end and go on the ceiling." I gave a small nod, barely perceptible to my fellow Black Blood's eyes, and prepared to 'answer' the woman's question.
She asked—no—demanded, "What did you mean when you said alcohol won't affect you two? That's impossible! It's possible to have a high tolerance, but—" at this point, Zelman drank his Bloody Mary in one gulp. A Bloody Mary is a very strong drink, and people got glassy eyes after drinking a single glass. Our portions were much larger than the standard glass.
The woman gasped and exclaimed, "Are you crazy? Do you want to pass out! That was a tall glass!" We shrugged simultaneously, and I downed my glass too. It was not half bad, and the name was a nice pun. We left the woman spluttering for what to say and walked towards the nearest door with a map on the both sides of the glass door. The woman and her group followed us as fast as they could without running.
I glanced at the map, memorizing it. I whispered, "There is only one room with a single entrance. The weight lifting room, located below the deck. It should have a high entrance." Zelman only nodded. We briskly walked down corridor after corridor and down a flight of stairs. How deep was this yacht, anyway? The woman's group had to run to keep up with us.
I finally reached the door, opened it, and slipped inside with Zelman following close behind, who closed the door. The scientists- at least I assumed they were- were thirty seconds away. Zelmans… err, suggested, "Make handholds in a top corner.", and then proceeded to do so after jumping into the closest one to the door, on the left side. I jumped to the right one closest to the door and found one handhold already there, probably from training mishap. Either way, I made three more and wedged myself into the shadows not a moment too soon, the door burst open. Sixteen scientists swarmed in. Their emotions were so varied that it was starting to give me a headache— fearful, cold, calculating, nervous, confused, and a plethora more. I deduced that the red-haired woman was their impromptu leader when she commanded, "Search every nook and cranny! There is only one door, and no windows! The pair must be in here somewhere! I'll guard the door. What are you waiting for, go!" As the other fifteen scientists scattered around the room, futilely trying to find us, I let my amusement show in a too-low-for-humans-to-hear chuckle, and Zelman smirked. His eyes were dancing from withheld laughter. I knew that if the situation and his pride weren't in the way, he would be on the floor, cachinnating and clutching his sides.
To our (Zelman and my) consternation, as she was walking towards the door one of the other scientists walked towards my corner. In fact he went directly under me. He asked, utterly bewildered, "Why is there cement dust here?" 'Oh damn it.' I thought. Zelman hissed (figuratively, not literally) at me, "Bakayaro! Use Eye Raid, on him, quick!"
I hissed back, "I was just about to, had you not interrupted—" and the man looked directly up at me. In less than a second I activated Eye Raid and had him under my control. I had to do this fast or else the others would be wondering why he was just staring, transfixed, at a wall. I said into his mind, 'I am not here. You see an empty dark corner. Go and distract the red-head guarding the door. You will forget the events that occurred in the past two hours.' I broke eye contact—but kept controlling the man through Eye Raid—and the man went over to the red-headed 'leader' and said, "It was nothing, the janitors must have missed all the corners. Lazy bunch of no-good idiots. There might be faults in the cement near the walls though, come towards the middle of the room." To my astonishment, she used Eye Raid on him as well, and our minds immediately clashed. My emotions rose to a barely restrained anger. I accidentally increased the gravity on the whole room with Hide Hand. (A/N: gravity is technically an object, and Hide Hand allows the user to manipulate objects like moving them, levitating them, and breaking people's bones)
It was the 'Black Snake', the reincarnation of Morgan the Witch, the Lord of the Warlock family, the shape shifter, the killer of Alice and the temporary guard of her ashes. It was Cassandra Jill Warlock.
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