The New Mauraders, a chapter story A Sweeney Todd and Harry Potter fic! The setting of the story is 2017, the time of The New Generation, so now Harry, Hermione, Ron, or Malfoy.
But the offspring of those will! Welcome!
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Sweeney Todd sat at the table with his mother and father at the table in his little quaint home, silently listening to punk rock and metal music, reading the eerie grisly and chilling poems of Edgar Allan Poe, barely touching his food, only occasionally sipping from his glass filled with blood.
Yes he was drinking blood, and yes he refused to touch his food because his mother had accidentally put garlic in his food instead of onion powder.
Sweeney sipped from his cup as he turned the page, starting a new poem in his Poe collaboration.
"Sweeney…Sweeney….SWEENEY!" Eleanor Todd yelled in frustration of trying to get her son's attention before ultimately pulling out her wand, making his Ipod and book fly out of his hands.
"Wot did you do that for!" Sweeney said looking back as he saw his belongings skitter across the table and onto the floor.
"Darling, no magic at the dinner table." Antony Todd said to his wife as plain as night, his very pale face and slightly pointed ears, and his unruly wavy, black hair swept back, his fangs prominent as he opened his mouth to speak.
"I want to know why Sweeney is not eating his food!" She exclaimed, her red hair tight in a bun, her cockney accent prominent.
"I can smell the garlic a mile away. I won't eat anything that'll send meh into a hives and a tight fit of anaphylaxis mum." Sweeney said plainly.
"M' sorry darling, sometimes the magic gets mixed up with the onion powder." Eleanor said contrite.
"S' alrigh' mum, I'm not that hungry anyways. I'll just head to bed, Dad, y' ought to too, it's almost sunrise."
"Yes, I guess I should, but tomorrow we must talk about a few things. A family discussion, if you will, particularly about your mother's side of the family." Antony kissed his witch wife, standing from the table, reaching almost six feet nine inches, his pale face and severely pointed ears.
"Why? Why not your side Dad?" Sweeney asked.
"Because vampires don't necessarily go to Hogwarts son, although witches and wizards do. Enough questions for tonight."
"Alright then Dad. G'nigh' mum. Maybe'll you'll have my sharing then." Sweeney said, rubbing his hand through his skunk hair, the same hair as his father's although it appeared he having been born with a streak of shiny silver.
He got up from the table, and picked up his book and Ipod, which had a immense shatter across the front. He sighed heavily.
"You broke it again."
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch darling, Electonicus Reparo. G'night Sweeney." Eleanor said waving off her meticulous son's worry and frustration as the cracks soon disappeared from his screen.
"…Thanks." Sweeney said looking back in thank you, before heading downstairs to his room.
Sweeney Todd descended into his room down the stairs to the lone room that held a sign 'Do Not Enter: I Might Bite' that he had designed with his Dad.
He pushed his door open to reveal a poster covered room. He walked over to sit on the bed, turning on a lighter toned music on his bed side table on his boom box, turning it to a light volume to not disturb his now surely sleeping father.
He quickly unzipped his boots and chucked them away in the corner, stripping himself of his usual black pinstripe pants and vested long shirted ensemble for magical pajamas that his mother had bought him for his birthday last year. He padded over to his bathroom, and started with his usual routine.
His deathly pale skin and slightly sunken, dark rimmed, coal black eyes an attribute he had inherited from his father. As he opened his mouth to brush his teeth, his canines had grown a bit, were sharper than a regular Muggle or any human being really. He couldn't remember how many times he had bit on his tongue, only for his father to chuckle. His skin was pale and pasty and strong, yet slightly more defensive against the sun. He could withstand the sun for long periods at a time, before his skin started to turn slightly red with irritation like a mild case of sunburn, unlike his father, whose skin started to heat up and boil for being exposed to sunlight for more than an hour.
His unruly swept back unusual black and silver streaked hair being another trait of his father, although the streak being some sort of birth anomaly.
Yes, Sweeney Damon Sanguini Todd was a half vampire, half wizard. Even he still doesn't understand his mother and father's weird connection that made them want to marry each other. His Dad was nearly two hundred years old, and his mother was barely in her late forties!
Although his physical traits he had gotten directly from his father, his personality traits were as his mother's.
He was abrasive at times, blunt, straightforward, cunning, curious, mischeivious, and always observing, much like his mother. Although even he believed she was around the bend a bit, he couldn't blame her. Having to live her life in darkness for the man she loved could unscrew a few bolts in your head.
Sweeney retired his toothbrush to its holster and walked back to bed, thinking about what his parents wanted to talk to him about tomorrow night.
With a quick yawn he turned off the lights and slept the day away...
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