Full Summary:
Zephyr McKaine was always confused on the topic of his race. As a young vampire-veela attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was determined to keep this from everyone. But all this changed when he and two of his closest friends, Isabella and Takato, meet up with Kisea, another Vampire attending the school. The group grows close and plan on turning the school upside down. But that plan is disrupted when Zephyr and Kisea are needed by their People, which begin a series of events that will turn all of their lives upside down!
(A/N): Hey guyz! I'm back with another story but this time . . . I brought FRIENDS! LoL! This story will be co-authored by me, SilverSilencer15, Ashely, -Ditzy-Ash-, Heath, who has yet to get an account, and Chasta, who has yet to get a life, er, account! So lets introduce ourselves:
SilverSilencer15: I'm Devan and I am Zephyr in the fic!
-Ditzy-Ash-: I'm Ashley and I am Isabelle in the fic!
Heath: I play Tokato in the fic
Chasta: ...
SilverSilencer15: Chaz, say your line!
Chasta: I'm, er, Devan! No, I don't play devan i mean...devan i need help!
SilverSilencer15: She plays Kisea...
We havent decided on a title yet so you guyz help us think of a good one!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Subtle Reoccurrences
Zephyr McKaine sat on a bench, stained and worn from the weathers' harsh breath, and thought of the upcoming year. He would be returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for his sixth year. Hogwarts, instead of being a quiet, simple school set in the misty Scottish hills, was known to attract an array of events, all solely because a certain boy-who-lived went to the same school . . . not to mention in the same year as Zephyr. Although Harry was supposed to save us from Lord Voldemort . . . he still felt as though Harry was too much of a goody-goody . . . too much for his own good. He looked down at his hand, a frilly paper held firmly in his grasp. He turned it upright so he could read it for the seventh:
Zeph . . .
I am so bored! Let's hang out! Meet me at our favorite bench
In 45 minutes! See you in a bit!
Much Love . . .
Izzy
'Zeph' smiled inwardly and thought of how he and 'Izzy' came to this bench 37 times last summer. They had made a habit of sneaking about and tomfoolery. He remembered a time when they snuck out of their houses at 2 a.m. just to get coffee at their favorite coffee house, Starbucks. Oh, how he loved the way coffee made him feel, the caffeine coursing through his body, giving him a sense of euphoria, however small it may be. Venti Caramel-Mocha Frappuccino with extra shot of espresso . . . his favorite.
He was shaken out of his reverie by a shockingly beautiful blonde, smiling down on him. Her skin was lightly tanned and lightly dusted with freckles, glowing in the bright August sun. Her eyes were a soft blue, blazing with contentment. "Hey, Iz," Zeph exclaimed. She nodded and took her place at his side, memories flooding into the picture.
"How have you been," she asked warily.
"Good," he said, laughing as he watched a girl push a boy down and take his lollipop. As if sensing each others thoughts, they stood in unison and began walking.
They walked in silence until they reached a building that smelled strongly of Fire Whisky. They entered with an air about them as if they were all knowing. They made their way between the tables, receiving no inquiry as they exited through the back door. Zephyr took out his wand and tapped the specific bricks, watching with a tone of boredom as the entrance to Diagon Alley appeared before them. They silently walked out onto the sheet and trudged by each shop, not caring that they were being mauled by the other ravenous shoppers.
They walked over to the Florean Fortescue's and ordered their favorites off of the menu, discussing N.E.W.T.S. and the upcoming year. Then someone caught Zephyr's attention, leaving them to stare after the brunette. Isabelle had to mentally shake him before he returned from his fantasy of Merlin-knows-what with Merlin-knows-who. Poor Zeph, such a guy!
Days went by and September the first had finally arrived. So here he was, alone, at King's Cross Station, Platform 9 ¾, (did I mention alone), waiting for Isabella to drag her sorry ass out here. He smiled as he saw her pass through the barrier; brushing the invisible dust from her shoulder, with such elegance it awed him. She smiled cheerily as they pulled each other into a warm embrace, one of the so many they shared so often.
They silently agreed to board the train and find a compartment before they were filled. As they walked down the halls, checking each compartment for one void of pesky first-years or nasty preps, they were violently shoved aside by an aggravated looking girl with messy red hair tucked neatly inside her hooded cloak. Isabella rubbed her shoulder, wincing at the mild pain, looking ahead of her as the girl rounded the corner. "Bitch," she exclaimed.
"Don't worry," Zephyr began, staring ahead with a vacant expression set on the delicate features of his face, "she just fell on her ass!" He laughed, as his vision was confirmed by a loud thud and an exclaimed "Ow!" Isabelle laughed even harder and slid the door open of a compartment that was empty. They sat in silence before the compartment door opened again, revealing an aggravated looking Tokato.
"What's wrong," Zephyr asked in a concerned tone.
"I was just mauled by this slut in the corridor!" he exclaimed.
"Yea," Izzy began, "she got us, too!"
"Wonder what's up her ass?" Zephyr asked sarcastically.
"Probably your mom!" he said as-a-matter-of-factly, erupting into a fit of giggles. The others joined in and laughed until their eyes watered uncontrollably.
They sat in silence for the biggest part of the trip and only spoke when the train came to a stop at Hogsmeade Station. "so, do you think that Potter will attract any funny stuff this year?" Zephyr asked.
"Since when has Hogwarts ever been normal?" Isabelle mused. The boys chanted their approval and marched off of the train, to go and find an empty carriage. It was like a game, if you find an empty carriage . . . YOU WIN! Otherwise, you're just a loser and a freak, but they all ready fit into that category!
They arrived in the Great Hall and took their seats at the appropriate house tables, giving each other a small wave of goodbye. Zephyr sat down between Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zambini and began a conversation with the two. Across the Hall, Tai sat next to Cho Chang, talking heatedly of his Summer in Tuscany.Zephyr noticed this and laughed to himself. "Poor Tai," he thought, "he's lovesick!" Zephyr went back to his conversation when he caught Isabella's eye. She was between Liz Johnson and Amelia Bones, giving him a look that screamed, "Help Me!" Zephyr then let his expressions go blank as he received her message: "I'm going to kill myself, wait and see!" He laughed . . . maybe he should make this clear, they were both accomplished Legilimens' and Occlumens' . . . just to spice up their lives.
They watched contently as Dumbledore gave his speech and the sorting began. It didn't interest him any so he took his wand from his robes and began drawing fiery shapes on the table. He was soon shocked back to reality by the appearance of the Welcoming Feast. He saw Isabella's eyes widen out of the corner of his eye and smirked, piling food onto his plate.
Later that night, in the warmth of the Gryffindor Common Room, a lone figure sat by the fire, staring absently into the depths of the flames. A delicate hand was brought up to her face and brushed a lock of brilliant red hair behind her ear. She silently played with her necklace, holding the phial between her thumb and forefinger. She flipped it and watched carefully as the crimson liquid moved inside, pressing dangerously on the barrier. She brought it to her lips and planted a soft kiss on the icy glass, smiling to herself as she lifted her hood and flowed gracefully from the room.
