Ok this is a little spiffy one, I sort-of-tried-to get ideas out and running and this was the best of the lot, and small Harry/Legacy of Kain crossover and what I thought would happen if one of the lieutenants (mainly Raziel *grins*) found a way to Harry's dimensions by 'fiddling' with Mobius's machine. (I secretly think that Raziel is the Guardian of the Dimension Pillar due to his switching to the spectral realm business, and can travel in a different time-scrape from his own to different worlds as a boredom thing, but yeh, that's just me lol.)

Amazing thing, a writer's block and what can come out of it when you're fascinated by vampires.


Title: The Sleeper Awakes

Genre: Harry Potter, Legacy of Kain Crossover

Summery: I'm Harry Potter and I think I'm cursed, first I meet a night-lord when I'm barely 6 years old and get bound to the beast, but now he's back to finish the bond? Don't I have all the luck…

Warnings: Slight Yaoi, Blood, Vampire, others none-with-standing

Pairing: Slight Raziel/Harry

Disclaimer: I do not own or make money form these fictions


Words escaped him, tears burned their way down his face, feeling like knifes were trailing ever so sweetly down his reddened skin, graceful fingers, much like a pianists, were laid upon his brow, as though checking for fever, yet were not so kind. For this being, was full of malice, and hatred, and anger; all packaged within frail flesh and bone, while intelligence flowed through snake like eyes, as the torment ran rampant though the boy.

Lifting fingers up from pained flesh, he turned to his soldiers, so-named-death-eaters who had come, bidding to his whim; all bowed down, heads foreword upon the ground, showing their servitude to a man, yet not, who, with no care for ones that so diligently followed the footsteps he walked, yet would never fill.

Harry's head slipped foreword, blood streaming down his down-turned face, glazed-green-eyes slipped over the under-grown of the graveyard and finally came upon the other who lay prone upon the ground, brown iris's stared straight, as though knowing his own orbs would set upon the young mans, while the flat eyes stared through him as accusing, with drilling force, thus anguish and hatred like he had never known welled up inside of the teenager, for the first time his childhood was now shattered into thousands of glass shards, whilst an adult mind finally took root, his perception changed forever from this moment.

Rolling his face away, grimacing with pain and feeling failure, he turned his head to look upon the murdering others, thus green eyes went wide, for the vision he saw, sent panic and terror straight to his core. One who he had known when young, was standing in the grave-yard, unnoticed by all, yet those golden iris's were seen, clear and precise to who was here, though the outfit would have given it away.

Greaves covered his lower legs, cut in such a way, so they didn't get in the way of his movements, his feet were nothing that was seen upon earth, except when the dinosaurs ruled, they were pterodactyl feet, clawed to give a wider arsenal range when weaponless, though that was never the case, anything could be turned to a weapon in this beings claws. The gauntlets were similar to his legs, both leather based to give the maximum amount of movement, they tied up over his hands so his three claws would not damage the skin, though with how old this being was he didn't need to worry much.

Leather also covered his legs, though of a slightly different shade to differate between the greaves and pants; across his torso were belts, which helped to keep the sword upon his side, while the other had his clan banner tied against his right shoulder, clearly representing that he was the head of his vampiric brethren. Lastly, he was a pale white, as though carved from ivory, black locks of hair framed his face with pointed ears showing through the strands, and black lipstick created a clear contrast that showed the smirk clear upon the beings face. But what was the precipice of the creature, were the proud wings on his back, folded majestically, comfortably against his body.

Green eyes, through a tangle of hair, watched with silent disbelief and horror, as that creature got closer and closer to his prone position. In his mind Harry begged for his magic to work, to get out of the ropes, or to whisk him away, but nothing happened and ever so quickly, that being got closer to his position.

Gold eyes were detached, cold amusement playing within their depths as he passed the wizards around him, Harry knew that the other was not interested in the proceedings, but to complete the task that he had started many moons ago upon that moonlit night, when the stars shone and the neighbourhood was dark from loss of power and the young magic wielder was blamed. Sitting under the cold starlit plain, the other came across his figure and blood-bound him, creating a bond, so when the time came, the 'Vampire' would know when ready, the time for change was at hand and his blood, could settle within his chosen human-to-become-fledgling.

Like many years back, Harry now still had that wish that somewhere in his ancestry, the one who birthed a vampiric child into the potter blood never existed, for vampires could never help themselves, but to turn a sleeper into a powerful being of the night.

Lips lifted in amusement as though knowing his thoughts, fangs gleaming in the low light. Straining more at the bindings, he could hear the dark lord laughing at Harry's apparent fear of the situation; but the boy was deaf to all except the creature that had stopped in-front of him. He flinched, his head slamming backwards as hands moved gracefully towards his face, clenching his eyes shut in a futile effort; the chuckle the other gave off sent cold shivers down his back, knowing that the other was amused at his only means of defence.

The claws gently slipped under his bowed chin and moved his head backwards, baring his face to the other, deceptively kind, but unrelenting, it held his face without effort, no matter how much he tried to pull away, sweat trickling down his brow.

How could this have happened, after so long running from his own blood, it had finally betrayed him; a lonely tear finally fell, running down his face, and in a way, prophesising the end of another's mortality, forever. Eyes slipped open, defeat shimmering within, and to meet them, golden eyes awaited as though waiting for a sign that it had finally sunk within.

-But one thing showed, that you would not expect within the vampire lords gaze, triumph yes, glee, of course, but what made his eyes widen was the sorrow within the blood-drinkers iris's; it was as though the other knew that it was always going to be this way, and had no choice in the matter.-

Narrowing his own, his face came closer to Harry's, bringing them nose to nose, green eyes slipped shut, letting the other do what he wished; his head was tilted in such a way with the others claws, so that when cool lips met his own, he jerked, eyes open wide, as desperation was shown within; forcing his mouth open with a twist of the claws at his jaw, as pure life-blood of the clan leader rushed into his open jaw.

His throat spasmed and he swallowed his first mouthful, hands clenched at his sides as the body went rigid, and a high pitched whimper escaped the entangled mouths. Gold eyes, glowing with heat, watched as those iris's of blazing green, flared with power as his blood infused into, what would be, his first 'Quickened' fledgling; another swallow, and a spasm raced through the teens body, and if the dark lord or any of his death-eaters had looked at the boy-who-lived, they would not have seen the teen in the bindings but someone older, who was 'aging' by the minute, as though the blood was speeding up the process, to finish the others growth and affix into it's 'proper' state.

This was not the case, the blood was 'fixing' as much damage as possible; not all of it could be helped, but what would hinder the new childe was to be 'helped' as much as possible. He was trembling, he could not stop, it felt as though his body was going to burst, to destroy itself from the inside out and outside in, hands red with blood, slick in his palms, dripping with failed mortality, as deaths door shut, leaving him within darkness, and the night lord who had clamed him so many years ago.

-Minds eye faded, a new presence took root, protection and redemption, master and father, most treasured lord, nights bane, winged one, the skies king; thoughts, feelings, memories, life, but not his own, not Harry's own, no, this was… this was, his fathers own? Nay it was more, a melding of souls, not one took from the other, yet could not be separated for long, both as one, the childe and the master, elder and his fledgling. Yes, that was right, yet why did he feel such fear of the other?-

End?


*cough* yeh, there you go, just something for you all to chew on while I try to get my other fics written up, I swear those chapters are laughing at me *glares* and don't get me started on the Dante/Nero fix I'm on, I'm desperately trying to ignore the part I've written for that as well…*shrugs*

I don't actually know where this one starts out from, I think (and this is a guess) it's a middle piece. I had plenty done in the lineout, in-fact have a read of the bit below, it was a text piece about the vampires I would have gotten Harry to read at some point… lol but yeh, I was going to do it from a mixture of Raziel's early self (basically not having his claws and powers yet) all the way to his wraith self *grins* but no matter, I'm rambling and you don't want to hear/see? Me ramble.

(oh if you wanna use any of the fics you see me putting up? Just send me a PM ^_^)


The Living, The Quickened & The Dead

Did you know there are three different vampires in the world? Each divided by their type and perspectives? Well there are, though it's quite an unknown face, with only the most high class of un-aging know about. (Yes they are named un-aging, not immortal. A stupid concept if you think on it, because, though vampires or (vampire old name) They are hard to kill but not invincible for sure… a bullet to the head or heart will kill, unless aged to a certain degree, and fire sure does not agree with us either; plus a sword chopping us to pieces also kills us too, (very inconvenient if you ask me, not even the eldest of our clan could survive being chopped to pieces, but I digress, I've gotten off track…)

The difference between the 3 vampire states? They are named; the Living, the Quickened and the Dead, pretty self explanatory, but for those who are a little confused I'll explain.

The Living, are those who are borne to either one vampire parent or two; does not matter how many, due to the inherited power not being from the ones who birth the childe, the power they inherit is from the lines of their ancestors, through the link that all the vampires of each, clan, have. The living, who are born like normal children, do not grow quickly or fast, for when they are young, other than needing blood, they live pretty normal, much like a changed or dead vampire would start out. But when they get to their teen years, they go through a changing process, which is twice as bad as the usual teen years syndrome (basically, any parents of vampire children love to give them to others, to give them a taste of the terror that vampire teens can cause). It's in this stage, that claws begin to grow in and other extremities depending on, again, the clan of the vampires sire. Oh about their heartbeat? It is as normal as a humans, it is a reason why hunters never find the born vampires, as they are exactly like normal humans on the outside and inside.

Now the Quickened are different, these you have to be careful of when changing, for if they did not want to change in their mortal life, they will still vaguely remember their past and have the power to make your life a living hell after their rebirth. They grow quickly into their vampire aspects of teeth, claws, etc; though they will have periods of years where no changes will happen to them allowing them to cultivate their powers when able. Their heartbeat is fast, so fast in-fact that many have said that the quickened one is dead, when in reality; they just can't hear the heartbeat that beats so fast, it sounds like a drone within the body, only those with enhanced hearing; vampires, were-kind, etc, can hear the beat of a changed heart.

Lastly the Dead, these are beings brought back to life after death, and are considered the purest of the vampire race. Due to having left behind all human problems and emotions (though that's not true really, they just don't show it in public), these ones are in-fact beings who have no memory of their past, leaving them free to redo their life, with new purpose and favour. But one thing about these vampires, they will more than likely never turn out exactly the same as the vampire who sired them; nine times out of ten, they will gain abilities of their own, and even new morals completely different to their masters, making them the most dangerous of the 3 vampire kinds.

The one thing in common with all is that in the first many years, all are in need of protection and even a guiding hand to help them survive and learn.