Authors note:For those of you wondering about my Jasper/Alice Twilight fanfic its on hold for now but hopefully ill be able to get an update up on it soon. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic so plz be gentle but be honest. The title of this story and chapter are Latin if you care for a translation then leave me a review and I'll give it to you.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to put a disclaimer here cause I'm thanking that if I owned the harry potter characters I wouldn't be sitting here writing this cause I would have put it into the books.
Summary: This story is set five years after the events in DH and up to the point of this story follow the cannon major Wesley and minor Dumbledore bashing reader beware.
Brevis ipsa vita est sed malis fit longior
Chapter 1
Cicatrix manet
It had been five years since the end of the second war with Tom Riddle and the scars and fear created from that war could still be felt through the wizarding community in Great Britain. We join the boy who lived as he returns from one of his usual trips abroad for his new company that he had started shortly after Tom and his followers had fell. He was walking up the lane to his and Ginny's home carrying a bottle of fire whiskey and a bouquet of flowers like he always did when he would return home from one of his business trips. When he got in side he wasn't surprised that his red headed queen was down stairs so I figured she was upstairs reading so he started walking up the stairs when he finally heard the two voices that where very familiar to him.
"God right there Ron." Came Ginny;s cry's of pure ecstasy. He heard Ron's muffled response but couldn't make it out he stood out side the door listening for about a half hour before he finally opened the door with a half full bottle of fire whiskey in one hand a bouquet of flowers in the other. The two siblings where to busy with each other to notice that he was even standing there or that he even existed for that matter. He just stood there finishing off the bottle of fire whiskey before throwing the bottle at the wall behind the bed. Ron and Ginny both jumped at the sound of the bottle shattering above there heads.
"Shit Hermione what are you doing here?" Ron said as he turned around not even taking the look of shock on his only sister's face. When he was fully turned around and seen that it wasn't an angry Hermione that had thrown the bottle but and extremely angry Harry he quickly jumped up and started backing into the corner of the room.
"It's not what you thank mate." Ron said as his back hit the wall behind him.
"Really? Care to explain what it is then since I'm blind as fuck, cause to me it looks like my wife and her brother have been shagging in OUR bed." He yelled wishing now that he had another bottle of fire whiskey.
"Ok so maybe it is what you thank mate." Ron said still trying to figure out how to get out of this one. Ginny just sit there in the bed knowing better then try to defend her self she had always wanted Harry for his fame anyways never really carrying for who she had to keep her company while Harry was gone. Harry started walking towards Ron when they where standing nose to nose he finally spoke.
"You two should get out of MY HOUSE NOW and if I ever see either of you two again I will kill you." Harry said visibly shaking at this point. Both siblings started to get there clothes when he spoke again.
"No leave your clothes and your wands its not that far to your parents place anyways maybe the cold night air might do the two of you some good." Harry said as he moved to let them out of the room he followed them down stairs and out the front door before he finally sit down at his desk to write to Hermione to inform her of what he had found that night.
Dear Hermione
I hate to be the bearer of bad news as I usually am but I thank you need to be made aware of what I found when I got home tonight. When I came home tonight a couple hours early from my business meeting I found Ginny and Ron in my bed making love. I have thrown them both from my home and have there wands and clothes still here I sent them to there parents home and I will send them there wands back what you do about Ron is up to you but I never wish to see either of them again.
Your Friend,
Harry
When he finished the letter he tied it to the leg of his phoenix and sent it to Hermione and walked down to the local liquor store and bought a bottle of strong Irish whiskey and went back home. After spending several nights in a drunken haze and several letters from Hermione wishing to come see him he finally packed his bags and left leaving everything he didn't need behind him.
Ten years later...........
Over the years Harry had made quite a name for himself all around the world hunting and killing all manners of dark creatures from werewolves in North and South America to Demons in Asia and Vampires in Europe and Africa. He was again hunting a vampire somewhere in Western Europe he had been on the trail when it had gone cold about two days before so he had doubled back to a small village to warm himself by a fire and drown his sorrows a little more he was almost back to the village when the attack happened. He was on the outskirts of the forest when a cloaked figure approached Harry the figure never spoke a word instead he just jumped on Harry and bite his jugular and sucked a bit of blood form him.
"Now you will become what you have hunted. You will never be able to return to those who love you or to your family but wait you the famous Boy Who Live you have no family. Yes even your story's of the Dark Lord have reached across the channel." The figure said as he turned on the spot and disappeared.
Harry could already feel the disease spreading through him he know he wouldn't be able to stop the turning but he thought he could fight the hunger so he made his way to the inn and got a room and pulled the shades and drew the curtains before casting several silencing and warding charms before he passed out from the pain.
Two years later........
He was right he was able to resist the hunger he had to feed though so he broke into blood banks and stole enough blood to keep him alive for a couple of months at a time a couple times at first he took live victims and they always tasted better then the blood from the banks. He had been back in London for a couple of months now and his blood supply was running low but he was hunting again but not to feed or even kill the dark creatures no he was looking for an old friend who had been betrayed twelve years ago with him.
Author's Note: I know there are some spelling and grammatical errors if I had a beta they probably wouldn't be there so I need a BETA if anyone wants to volunteer. PLZ review as they are the life blood of a story.
