Summary: What if it was Harold that sired the Cullen coven? What if the problem Tom Riddle began a very long time ago?
Preface
This is also known as Author's Notes and this is a WIP fanfic. This 'prologue' chapter was typed then uploaded to see how the general populace will react to it. Depending on the response, I will continue to write more chapters for it.
The story can be considered somewhat AU, but in small ways. For example, how the treaty was set up or when Alice was turned.
As for the pairings, I'll tell you just two of them so you can have some surprise. It'll be Harold/Draco and Edward/Jacob. There will be more announced should more chapters be requested.
I got a couple of inspirations from and I would just like to point them out and the stories that really inspired me:
Denial by shadowglove.
Jewels Under The Sun by Aimless Wonder
The End Story by Destiny's-Perfection
Gives You Hell by Azzie Adams
So thank you to all of you. I hope it doesn't look like I'm ripping you off.
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Harold woke up gasping, a dull pain in his head and a burning throat. What had happened after the battle at Hogwarts?
"Harold, you've finally awoken." Harold recognized the serene voice. He could recognize it everywhere.
"Are you feeling alright? You have been unconscious for quite some time," she said, as her voice got closer and sitting on a stool beside his cot.
He opened his eyes and all he could make out was a dim candle lit up near the doorway.
"Luna? What happened to me?" All he remembered was a sharp, horrible pain that bloomed from his neck before he slipped into unconsciousness
"I'm afraid that during your battle that…that you were bit by a blood-drinker." Luna said quietly.
He tried to take in what happened to him and he sighed. It seems that he would never get a quiet life now. Immortality was not one of the things he wanted. No, not like Riddle. He wanted to live as a typical warlock and die at an old age. But now…now he will always be plagued by the memories of those that had been killed during the war as long as he walks the earth.
"Don't worry, Luna. I know that you and Neville would've done everything in your power to save me." He swallowed and felt the burning intensify. "But for my sake and yours, please leave before I lose control. I cannot control my thirst and I don't wish to harm you." He pleaded.
"Don't worry about attacking us, Harold. It's highly unlikely you'll want our blood anyway. After all, we're one and the same now," Deep, sapphire eyes looked back at him kindly from the doorway. A sign of a warlock turned into one of those creatures. A blood-drinker.
"Neville, but how?" Harold gasped, horrified that his friend will now suffer the same fate as he will. "Luna?" he turned his head and finally she looked up at him and he saw her smoldering sapphire eyes looking back at him.
"It's alright, Harold. We will not regret what happened to us because we are happy that you will not have to be alone." Luna assured him, holding his hand.
"We will be a family now." Neville added as he leaned in and put his hand on top Harold and Luna's clasped hands.
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He could feel his body slowly dying down, well aware that his death was soon to come. His father had died from the same sickness and he knew in his heart that his mother has passed away as well.
His mind was clouded from drowsiness and pain. Mostly of the pain.
"We have been travelling together for 300 years now, Carlisle. Why now?" a man with a smooth, soft voice asks. As if he were a kind uncle.
"I promised his mother on his deathbed that I will save him." Another voice replied. "In any way possible." He heard a sigh and a dip on his bed. What was this man speaking of; A cure, perhaps?
"Very well, I shall grant you your wish. Although, I don't know why it has to be me that must turn him. You are quite able to resist the temptation of blood, Carlisle."
"I thought it best to consult you first, Harold. You are my sire after all." The man called Carlisle replied as if it was the most logical thing in the world. But to the young man's addled mind, he was starting to think that he was hallucinating, a result from the disease.
"Your love for me exceeds no bounds, does it Carlisle?" The voice named Harold replied. He felt a warm, comforting hand stroke his cheek before a strong pain burst from his neck as he screamed.
He woke up with a terrible pain in his throat but felt a newfound strength in his body. And voices! There were voices in his head. Perhaps, he has gone crazy in the afterlife. He opened his eyes and realized that he was in a small room with a man observing him.
"Finally awake then. How do you feel?" he was asked.
"A pain in my throat," he replied.
"Then everything went as it should," the sapphire-eyed man said, smiling at him tenderly. "Now what is your name?"
"Edward. Edward Masen."
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"I will not stop you, Rosalie. But I will be coming with you."
"Damn right, you're not going to stop me! Why do you even want to help? You don't even want me to be here, let alone be your mate," she seethed. She hated herself. Hated that she is no longer human.
"I know you are not my mate not because you are unattractive, but because it does not feel right. So do not assume what my feelings are, Rosalie." The woman continued to glare at him but said nothing as she stalked out of the room.
"Edward, do not anger your Rosie any further," Harold said as he strolled into the room.
"I'm not trying to!" he exclaimed before sighing. "I meant no offense when I said I found her unattractive. She is quite beautiful. Even more so than other female vampires we've encountered."
Harold smiled his kind smiled and patted Edward's head, as if he would a toddler despite being shorter than him. "I know, Edward. I know." He said, his tone full of understanding. "Now go after her and make sure she doesn't hate herself more afterwards."
"Edward, you're here. Come meet Royce. He's the reason I ended up meeting all of you!" she said with a twisted smile as she tortured the man near death.
He continued to watch on and saw two men who had their necks broken, piled up on the corner. A third body, Royce, was thrown on top of it, landing with a 'thud'.
"How do you feel, Rosalie? Now that he's gone?" he asked, his amber eyes looking straight into his red ones.
Rosalie laughed madly as she walked towards Edward. "Hate. Anger. Betrayal. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"No, I wish that had never happened to you. I had half a mind to rip their throats out when I found out. But I know Harold would scold me for years had I done so." He replied.
"Then why are you here?" she growled.
"Because I wanted to witness you avenge yourself. You're a strong, beautiful woman. Because at the very least I want them to feel what they did to you when they abused you and to get the feeling when you can no longer bear a child." Rosalie's eyes widened as she heard his words.
A blur tackled Edward and would've made him topple over were he not a vampire. He wrapped his arms around the vampire heaving sobs onto his shoulder and patted her hair gently.
"You don't know anything you're talking about," she mumbled. "Of course I do. I can read minds, remember? Or was killing them all the only thing on your mind when you first woke up?"
"Do shut it, Edward." She mumbled from his shoulder. "Now come, let's return to the inn with Harold and Carlisle. I need to speak with them. Harold especially." She said as she removed her arms around Edward and ran.
"Abandon me in a cell with dead rapists, why don't you?" Edward grumbled as he sped away as well.
Rosalie ripped off the dress from her body. It burst up in flames as it touched the ground, making her flinch. Harold and Carlisle entered the room, looking at her amusedly.
"Will you still be willing to join our little family, Rosalie? It would be nice to have you with us." Harold asked.
"I suppose I need someone to guide me, so for the moment I will." She replied nonchalantly, her mirthful eyes betraying her tone.
"Then welcome to the family, Rosalie." Carlisle said, standing up to hug her.
Of course, Rosalie never left the coven.
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"Honestly, Harold, were it not for me, you wouldn't even bother getting new outfits, would you?" Rosalie asked as they roamed the wide forest together, hunting for animals to feed on.
"Well, I could always just fix them. And I have you to look after my fashion sense, don't I?" he said cheekily as he looked at his slightly worn clothes. Rosalie swatted him before laughing. "I suppose you do." She replied back.
"Harold, why do you not want it to be others to know that you're our sire?" she asked, stopping to sit on a branch as Harold fed on a buck. She did not know how it is that Harold was able to feed so elegantly. Perhaps it was from years of practice?
"Rosie, you are one of the few vampires I turned. There's Carlisle and Edward as well. And when a vampire with warlock blood—"
"They're called wizards now, Harold, remember?" she interrupted.
"Yes, wizards. When a wizard turned vampire turns a human, they would get a gift. You have one don't you, Rosie?" she nodded.
"Should we be found out, the Volturi would come after us and try to eradicate us. They fear those that are more powerful than them." He explained as he buried the deer buck. "And as much as possible, I would like to avoid conflict and war."
A growl from a distant area in the forest was heard and Rosalie stood up, smelling the blood.
"Harold!" she said, turning to him. He nodded. "Let's go see what's happening." They sped off, leaving a trail of dust behind them.
They spotted a brown bear violently mauling a man, judging by the smell of the blood. Rosalie ran towards the bear and her eyes flashed a deep blue, making the bear stop.
"There, there. No need to maul a man do we?" she cooed to the bear. The bear snorted as it left. "Harold, help him!" she cried once the bear was gone.
"I'm sorry, young man." He said, before biting his neck.
"We have two newborns to care of now, don't we?" He glanced at the two figures lying on the beds. "It's certainly a surprise. We're going to have to move near the mountains for the moment, I'm afraid," Harold decided. The four sat around the table, as the two bodies started to scream and writhe, glad that no one outside the room would be able to hear them.
"Carlisle, you are sure she is your mate?" Harold asked, turning to one of his longest companions. "Yes, she is Harold. I just know from my heart." He replied. The shouts turned into whimpers as the transformation started to end.
Carlisle raced towards the woman as she woke up. "M-My baby…he's gone…" she cried hoarsely. "Shh, it's alright," he calmed her with a whisper. Rosalie gasped before moving over to the woman.
A deep voice came from the other bed. "Where am I? What's happening?"
"You're safe now. Welcome to your new life." Edward said.
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"So, you're saying that you are supposed to be in my coven? You and…" Harold looked at the man with red eyes. The man looked back at him warily.
"Jasper. His name is Jasper." The petite girl said to Harold patiently. "We have to be in your coven now. I know that I did now wish to join you before but that was because it wasn't the right time yet." She explained patiently.
He looked at the girl that he turned so long ago, even before Carlisle and got lost in his memories. He could still remember the distinct smell of her blood tainted with poisonous 'medicines'.
"Well, I…" He glanced back at his coven, looking at them curiously. "Of course, Alice, you and Jasper are most welcome here." He smiled.
"Worry not, Harold. It seems that Jasper has started to change his…diet. I've seen it," Edward said from behind him.
"Is that what we're calling it nowadays? A diet?"
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"You will follow all our conditions, Mr. Potter?" Ephraim Black asked.
"Now, now Ephraim what did I tell you?" Harold said. The man sighed.
"To call you Harold instead. That we should be friends, not enemies." The young man recited.
"Good, good. Tell your elders that of course my coven—my apologies, Carlisle's coven will follow of your conditions." He smiled. "We will not feed on any humans that are on your land and we will not turn them either. In return, we are free to roam the land and feed on the animals nearby." A bright ribbon shot out of Harold's palm as he shook hands with the young man and wrapped around both of them.
"My descendants will ensure our treaties not be broken." Ephraim said. "Should any of my men trouble you, please let me know at once. We, as a tribe, want to avoid any altercations with the cold ones."
"Please, Ephraim, refrain from calling us that. It sounds very…unflattering," Harold retaliated. "Would you prefer leeches then?" He said before the pair laughed.
"What do we have here? A young native lady walking in the forest all by herself?" A menacing voice echoed through the forest.
"I am not afraid of you, Cold One!" the woman shouted, hastening her steps back to the village. However, a vampire jumping down in front of her and blocking her path stopped her from continuing. She backed away slowly from the menacing red eyed vampire.
"You're mine now!" he snarled. He pounced but froze mid-air as a shimmering light surrounded his body.
"All your friends are dead so I assume you wish to be as well?" Bright blue eyes were trained on the vampire.
"I'm going to get you, you sick little-!" But never got the chance to finish his sentence a large blur pounded on top of him and pulled off his head. The body immediately burst into green flames.
"Harold, thank you for rescuing one of the elder's daughter," Ephraim said as he turned back to a human.
"It is if no consequence to me, my dear Ephraim. I protect your people as well. And we have grown fond of it here, after all," he replied.
"The Potter Coven is such a kind one after all," the woman said as she walked to Ephraim. "I am glad they are here, or else I would have been that vampire's meal." She said. "Thank you, Harold Potter."
"Do not worry of it. Just remember that outside your village, it is the Cullen Coven."
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"It's simply not possible," Harold croaked out.
"Oh, it's possible Potter. I'm here after all aren't I?" the blond in front of him drawled.
"Harold, exactly who is that man?" Carlisle asked the question everyone in the coven wanted to ask. They were seated in the current home of the Potter coven.
"Remember my lost love, Carlisle?" Harold said shakily. He stood up from his seat and walked over to the smirking man. Carlisle's face dropped in shock.
Everyone was surprised at the emotions that Harold was expressing. He was usually a calm, present man that exuded an aura of confidence and content but now…now he was smiling radiantly, like they've never seen before.
Harold pulled the man up and gave wrapped his arms around him tightly as if he never wanted to let go. "I missed you so much. Like you don't even know," he whispered, although everyone heard.
"You don't have to miss me anymore, love. I'm right here." Harry loosened his grip and looked at everyone, smiling.
"This is Draco Malfoy, my soul mate."
I think that's it for a while. Please let me know what you think in the reviews. I have many things planned for this fic and I don't want it to waste. ^^ As you can see, not everyone is paired off because they have yet to meet their soul mates. Teehee.