Of Darkness and Light
It was the day after I got home from Hogwarts and even after my relatives found out about Sirius's death, they still treated me like shit. I didn't expect them to actually console me but a little acknowledgement would have been helpful. Instead of them even being here they decided to go on a little family trip, which I wasn't even to think about attending, and told me to keep the house in shape during the two weeks they'd be gone and to not do any 'funny' stuff while they were gone.
So here I was reading over the various dark arts books I had snuck out of Hogwarts and twirling my wand when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my scar. I squeezed my eyes tight before going over to my window to see if I could catch anything suspicious. It didn't take me long to see a group of black robed figures guarding the entrance to my house chanting the spell for Voldemort's insignia to appear in the sky over my relative's house.
I quickly went through the various spells I had learned over the last couple of months that I'd taught the DA and going through the books in the restricted section until I came to a spell that would block my spells from being monitored by the Ministry as well as keeping the spells from being able to be played back on my wand and quickly put it into use before gathering my few precious belongings and headed to my aunt's room, her window was unbarred, and prepared for my escape.
As soon as I put my things on the floor of my aunt Petunia's room I heard the front door break down and knew it would only be a matter of seconds before the shit hit the fan. The death eaters were still posted outside so even if I managed to get out the window, it would only be to have the high chance of getting killed by the twenty-something wizards waiting outside. Just as I was about to throw caution to the wind and try my chances against the death eater's Voldemort stormed through the room with his wand held high.
"So we meet again Mr. Potter and I can guarantee that you won't be leaving alive this time," Voldemort replied.
"So you say Tom," I replied with more confidence than I actually had.
"Draw your wand," Voldemort replied before we started to duel.
Everything after that was a blur. I can tell you that I was hit with a couple of Cruciatus curses as well as this dark arts curse that sliced your skin wherever the curse hit you at. A couple of places on my arms as well as my legs got hit before the inevitable happened. Tom threw the killing curse at him but just as it had the last time it went through me and cut deeply in the chest, which was where it hit, before rebounding back on Tom. Tom wasn't as lucky this time and his body deteriorated before his soul went along with it. Once he was gone I collapsed on my broom with my hand clutching my wand and my last coherent thought before I passed out was to be away from the place I had known as my house for as long as I could remember. To be somewhere safe where I wasn't known and could have a normal life.
It was late and quite frankly I was too tired to hear my parents drone on and on about how our race had dwindled down to no more than a race bred to consume blood over the years. My mother droned on how there was a time when we ruled and were regal and elegant in everything we did but how vampires now had to go around at night and were portrayed as killers. She hated the fact that we were downplayed in our abilities. Wizards always talk about how prejudice muggle could be but they were just the same when it came to things they didn't understand and were different from them.
I sat back, threw my purse on the other side of the limo, and poured a glass full of blood, I hated it cold but it would do until I went out to hunt, and unbuttoned my brown leather jacket before taking a sip. I pulled my white shirt back over my shoulder before crossing my pink covered legs and looked out the window of my tinted windows. Troy, my limo driver, was about to turn when something grabbed my senses. I could smell blood...powerful blood being drained somewhere close. I quickly told Troy to pull over before placing my glass in one of the holders on the side and throwing my purse on the other side of the limo and walked out.
I grabbed my pink and brown snake skinned belt and pulled my dress pants up, my pants were low rise and were sitting dangerously low on my waist, before following the scent. My pumps clicked over the pavement as I walked down the alley and I stopped short when I saw a child who couldn't have been older than eighteen lying battered on the floor.
Normally I would have left the human be or kill it to bring it out of its misery but something was different about this one. I could feel it and I'm never wrong about people. I looked around to make sure that no one was watching before effortlessly picking him up and carried him to my limo. I laid him on one of the soft leather seats along with his fancy broom and picture book before resuming the task of drinking my blood.
When the Order of the Phoenix arrived the death eaters were still standing post outside of the Dursley's home. A battle ensued among Voldemort's elite and the order and the first round was clearly won by the death eaters who had more members among them but Arabella Figg, a witch who was posted to watch after Harry, had called the ministry to let them know that there was trouble going on at Mr. Potter's residence. As the auror's arrived a few of the smarter death eaters appariated but the bulk of the inner circle were captured and sent to Azkaban, which had yet to be taken over by the Dark Lord's forces.
Once the death eaters had been taken into custody Albus Dumbledore, along with Remus Lupin, made their way inside of Harry's home to see what shape it was in. For the most part everything was quiet, to quiet, and they prepared for the worst. What they found, though, left them at a moot point. Harry's room, the smallest bedroom in the house, was furnished and Dudley's hand me downs were still in the closet but Harry was no where to be found. They checked every room until they got to the master bedroom and found it empty except for a large amount of magical residue as well several blood spots splattered over the room.
Remus growled lightly as his enhanced senses identified the blood as Harry's and Dumbledore, having seen the product of Voldemort's first downfall knew what the empty mass of black robes meant. Dumbledore cleared his throat before standing and saying, "It seems as if the prophecy was fulfilled."
"Where is Harry?" Remus asked.
"I don't know," Dumbledore answered before confiscating Voldemort's belongings and cleaning the room.
"You said that this was the safest place for him Albus! You said that the wards would protect him! He could have been home with me and Sirius years ago but no," Remus started.
"It was the safest place for him Remus but things happen," Dumbledore replied.
"If Harry is dead Albus, I will never forgive you," Remus retorted before appariating out.
Dumbledore watched him go, noting that if Harry was indeed dead he would have one very angry werewolf on his hands. He felt for Remus because he would end up alone after this, what with one of his best friends turning out to be in league with the dark lord and his other friends...no family were dead. The world had never been kind to dark creatures and although Remus now had half of the Black fortune, Sirius's will split the money between Harry and Remus (Remus was given guardianship over Harry as well as various Black Estates including the manner that the order was centralized in) and no longer had to struggle for menial things like clothes and food, he was still an outcast in magical society. Though Dumbledore felt bad that Harry had to give his life for the cause he didn't regret using the boy to kill Voldemort. Better and more experienced men had met the same fate so it wasn't surprising that young Harry had also. He sighed as an old muggle quote flashed through his mind: The end really did justify the means.
I entered my large three floor penthouse apartment and made my way to the guest bedroom that was connected to my master suite and pulled back the royal blue silk and satin sheets before using my nail to tear the mortal's clothing open to take a look at his wounds. I wiped the dried blood off his creamy skin before bending down and licking at his bleeding wounds. He twitched lightly as my tongue lightly caressed several parts of his body. Once I was done I stood up and watched his wounds close, thanks to my healing saliva, before placing him in the middle of the bed and going to my own bedroom.
I hopped in the shower quickly, although it wasn't really necessary, and cleansed my form with my Amber Romance scented body wash before leaving the bathroom, drying off, and slipping on my long fuchsia colored silk gown before lying in my bed to read my latest novel as I waited for the mortal to rise.
I stretched my body and was surprised to find that I wasn't sore. I was on a cool smooth surface that had the best feeling cushion I had ever felt, including my four poster bed at Hogwarts. That thought caused me to open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I looked down and noticed that I was naked, except for my boxers, and that my body was healed from all the shit Voldemort threw at me. Every cut and every bruise was gone except, of course, my two lightning bolt scars; the one on my forehead and the one covering my heart. As I stood to get up and see who owned the lavish room I was in or to at least see the rest of the home a beautiful woman walked in and sat down across from me on the black chaise lounge.
She had smooth caramel skin and perfectly arched black eyebrows. Her black hair fell down her back and slanted jade green eyes stared out at me. I tried to study her and tell whether or not she meant me harm as she settled herself on the seat.
"I hope this does not sound rude but who are you and why am I here?" I asked her.
"I found you passed out in an alley and brought you to my home. I healed you and you have been sleeping for the last couple of hours," the woman answered.
"Thank you for helping me but who are you?" I asked.
"I'll answer that when you tell me who you are," she replied.
"My name is Harry Potter," I replied.
"My name is Akasha but when I have company you must call me your Highness or Princess," she answered.
"You're a princess?" I asked shocked.
"Among other things," she answered with a smile before saying, "You can take a shower and there should be some sweat pants or something that you can fit before we go shopping."
"That you for your hospitality," I replied.
"You're more than welcome. Just keep in mind that there will be a time when I come to you for a favor and I expect you to honor it," she replied before getting up and walking out of the room.