Hey guys here it is a new story, first of i would just like to explain that the Bloodborne aspect of this story is after the game when the Hunter takes the part of Gherman. I have also made a few tweaks to the lore to make it more interesting for me.
Second of all their WILL be character death despite the fact that Hogwarts is a hugely dangerous school it won't be like the books where almost no one dies. a sixty foot basilisk will kill people.
last of all please please review, im going to be trying this story darker than any of my other stories and as such reviews would be awesome. (Everything is awesome! Everything is cool when you're part of a team. cause everything is awesome! when you're living your dream.) sorry but i had to do that.
Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry and He-Who-Holds-Too-Many-Names-And-Titles was confused, just where in Merlin's name was he?
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It had all started when Harry Potter's acceptance letter was returned. The letter was not returned via owl or even muggle post, Harry's letter was delivered by a tiny skeletal creature with no face and only a gaping hole for a mouth. The creature crawled out of nowhere, left the letter and crawled back to wherever it came from before Albus could react. Once the creature had disappeared Albus grabbed the letter and opened it. It was a short letter with no return address and all it said was 'I refuse.' this was not right, Harry Potter, THE Harry Potter was refusing to come to Hogwarts! Albus would have to fix this. Albus decided to do what he was originally planning on doing, he sent Hagrid to visit the boy.
One week went by and Hagrid had not yet returned.
Two weeks went by and the Big friendly Half-Giant was still nowhere to be seen.
Three weeks went by and Albus decided enough was enough, he was going to go and see just what was keeping his Groundskeeper.
A small request of Fawkes to take him to Hagrid and Albus was off.
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Albus looked around confused, just where in Merlin's name was he? He was in the middle of a rundown, darkly lit street with a full moon high overhead, the full moon wasn't due for another eight days. "Where is Hagrid, old friend?" Albus asked Fawkes, his phoenix, only to find that the bird was gone. Unnerved by Fawkes' disappearance and a feeling of death in the air, Albus drew his wand and slowly made his way forward, through the unknown streets.
Each step that Albus took carried him further and further into the unknown streets. Each step that Albus took put his nerves more and more on edge. Each step the Albus took caused the old war veteran's unease to slide quickly into outright fear. after ten steps he was checking every shadow, wary of hidden attackers. after twenty steps his wand was lit with a Lumos, Statute of secrecy be damned. After thirty steps he was attacked.
A large bird, a crow, the size of a dog came flapping at him and cawing in attack. In his overly fearful state Albus sent a blasting hex at the creature, killing it instantly but sadly that was not the end of it. As if the bird's cawing was some sort of trigger more sounds began to make themselves heard. Shouts, howls, roars, cries of anger, ecstasy and sorrow, grunts, moans and more. What's worse was that each and every sound was heading towards his location. Albus ran.
Through the streets he ran as fast as his aged legs could carry him. He didn't apparate, his instincts screamed at him not to, so he ran. As he ran he sent curse after curse behind him, not bothering to check if he had hit, trying to slow his pursuers, stop them or even kill them. Still they pursued him, hunted him, screaming for his flesh, his blood, his soul and still Albus ran.
He almost died as a creature lunged out of a nearby building at him, it was some sort of wolf-man holding a wooden shield and a torch. The wolf-man managed to hit Albus with his wooden shield and sent the aged wizard stumbling back. While struggling to stay on his feet Albus sent a blasting hex at the wolf-man only for it to miss and blast a hole in a nearby building. The wolf-man advanced on Albus, ready to kill him, when a saw-like blade pierced it's chest and ripped the creature in half. Standing behind the wolf-man's corpse was a rather petite looking woman in a red dress, with an animal pelt hat, no shoes on and a long saw-like weapon at her side, she was also covered in blood.
"It appears that you are in need of some help," the woman said casually with a smirk on her face.
Albus just gaped at this woman in front of him. He could not understand it, how had this frail little thing just brutally slaughtered such a creature? He was shaken from his thoughts when a howl filled the night air.
"Come," the woman ordered, the smirk gone from her lips, "if you wish to survive the night then we must find shelter at Oedon." The woman did not wait for Albus to respond she just ran off down a nearby alleyway.
"I fear that I may have made a mistake coming here," Albus muttered to himself before rushing off after the woman. "I pray that you are still alive Hagrid, old friend."
Down alleyways, up ladders, across rooftops, through houses the woman ran and Albus followed. the woman casually slaughtered each creature that they came up against wether it was wolf-man, crow, dog or werewolf. With how easily the woman dealt with the creatures Albus was certain that she was in a hurry more for his sake and not for her own, she would have no problems surviving the night Albus thought.
"Stop," the woman hissed suddenly, warily looking around. The two were currently at the entrance to a large graveyard, a staircase was near the back going up to a platform and a gate.
"What is the problem my dear?" Albus asked warily, his wand at the ready.
The woman turned to face Albus and put a finger to her lips, signalling for him to be quiet, before she began creeping forward silently. Albus nodded before silently following behind her, if his mind wasn't consumed by fear and paranoia he would have thought to use a disillusionment charm to hide himself but he didn't.
Creeping forward as silently as possible Albus strained his ears to pick up on any and every sound, his eyes darted to and fro searching every shadow suspiciously. as they reached the center of the graveyard he heard it, a loud horrible crunching sound.
"Move!" the woman screamed, tackling Albus to the ground. They were just able to avoid the beast that had landed right where Albus was previously standing. It was twelve feet tall, covered in black, tangle fur that would occasionally light up in blue sparks, it was using one hand to feed it's self the corpse of a werewolf into it's mouth where it's tombstone like teeth would easily break through the creatures bones and in it's other hand it held a n umbrella, a large pink umbrella.
"Hagrid," Albus gasped, his voice full of pain for his old friend. The beast formerly known as Hagrid let out a bone chilling roar before it swung the werewolf's corpse at Albus and the woman. Moving quick the woman grabbed Albus tightly and rolled them out of the way.
"Get up," the woman ordered as she bounced to her feet and charged towards Beast-Hagrid with her saw-like weapon. She rolled under a swing of the werewolf corpse and was ready to cut into Beast-Hagrid's leg with her weapon when she was yanked away by one of Albus' summoning charms.
"Don't hurt him, we can help him," Albus pleaded desperately.
The woman kicked Albus, causing the old wizard to narrowly avoid another swing of the werewolf's corpse. "Either fight or stay out of the way," she growled at him before once more charging at Beast-Hagrid only to be pulled back once again.
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Art was getting pissed off with the way that the old man was acting. She understood that the beast was formerly his friend and that he had some attachments to the thing but it was no longer his friend now, it was just a mindless beast of hunger and death. "There is no helping him, your friend is gone," Art growled.
"I refuse to believe that," the old man replied, tears running down his face. "Hagrid can be saved and I won't let you hurt him!"
"Then what do you suggest old man?" Art snapped, "should we just let your friend kill us?"
It was right about this time that Art got a thought, it was a simple and obvious thought that she should have probably kept in her head the entire time. 'fuck, the middle of a fight is not time to get distracted, where is that beast!' The beast as it turned out was tired off missing it's prey so decided to swing it's pink umbrella letting off an arc of blue lightning that was heading right towards them.
Art moved, dodging behind a tombstone and using it as cover, the old man however didn't even see the attack coming and was hit head on, the lightning coursed through his body before he passed out. "Serves you right you bastard," Art muttered "you can't save the beasts they are beyond redemption."
Art stepped out from behind the tombstone and faced the beast, "I better make this quick before the old man get's eaten by a wandering hound." Almost casually Art placed her Saw-Spear in her pocket inventory and pulled out her weapon of choice the Chikage. Ignoring the beast as it rushed towards her she slid the blade of the Chikage along the palm of her hand, coating the blade in her blood. A sweet song filled the air as she charged her pray.
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Albus woke up to find himself in a stone building, a chapel by the look of it. "It appears that you have finally woken up," a sensual voice said in what can only be called amusement.
Albus pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his body, and looked around to find a nobel looking woman in a dress similar to that of the other woman from before, "where am I?" he asked warily.
The woman gave a gentle smile, "you are at Oedon Chapel, fear not you are safe here."
Albus relaxed at her words, "that is good to hear but perhaps you can tell me, just how did I get here?"
"Great Hunter Art was the one to bring you here but she left in a tiff as soon as she knew you were safe, I don't know what you did but you have angered her greatly," the woman said with a small frown. "Oh dear me where are my manners, my name is Arianna and you?"
"It is quite alright my dear I forgot my manners as well," Albus said politely "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, it is a pleasure to meet you."
Arianna seemed to find amusement at his introduction "my, my a professor? I have to admit I've played one for a customer a time or two but I don't think i've ever had the pleasure of meeting one in the flesh before, let alone a headmaster."
Albus chuckled good naturedly while he slowly reached for his wand, "forgive me my dear, my mind ends to be forgetful at my age, but I do not remember telling you that I was a headmaster."
Arianna gave a sly smirk before getting up from her seat and advancing towards Albus, "you do not think that I wasn't aware of the name of the man who wished to steal my child away from me did you?"
Albus backed up warily as he pulled his wand on Arianna, he had seen enough here tonight to know not to underetimate anyone. "Perhaps you can tell me what you mean by your child?" Albus asked.
Arianna gave a small smile "why I mean Harry James Potter of course," she announced "he is also the young child I believe that you left on my doorstep."
Albus nodded, despite what he was hopping for, that this had been a complete misunderstanding and Harry was somewhere else, this did make sense. though Albus for the life of him did not know how young Harry ended up on Arianna's doorstep. "And how is young Harry?" he asked.
Arianna's smile turned into a dejected frown, "not good," she replied. "He is determined to be a Hunter like Art and each night he goes out to hunt the beasts that roam Yharnam, it's just not safe."
"If he were to come to Hogwarts then he would be safe there," Albus said jumping at the chance before him.
Arianna shook her head "I suggested that to him but he refuses to leave me here without him, he's worried that something will happen to me."
Thoughts of an owner-less shack entered Albus' mind, it was dirty, ramshackle, rundown and still better than most places he had seen in Yharnam. "I may have access to a house if you wish you could live there, it isn't too far from Hogwarts castle," he suggested.
Arianna regarded Albus carefully, trying to figure out his motives, "that... may be acceptable," she said hesitantly, "but ultimately it all depends on whatever Harry decides."
"You are his mother, can you not just make the decision for him?" Albus asked in confusion.
"Harry is not the little boy you are expecting Professor," she told him with a small smile. "He was raised by a whore, grew up on the streets of Yharnam, calls a Great Hunter his teacher and is more unique than you could ever guess. I could never force my child to do anything nor would I ever want to."
"That is a wise decision, I can tell that you really care for Harry," Albus said with a kind smile.
"Thank you professor," Arianna said giving Albus a wide smile, "you know if you were interested I could give you a discount," she offered suggestively. Albus' blush caused her to burst into laughter. "Do not worry professor," she laughed, "you are safe from my advances, I doubt one such as you would lower himself to lay with a lowly whore."
"I assure you, I think no less of you for your occupation than I would think of anyone else," Albus assured her.
"Awww aren't you just the sweetest," Arianna purred, "I bet you must have been a real heart breaker in your day," she teased.
"Well I do remember getting quite a few love notes from my students when I was younger," Albus chuckled.
Arianna laughed along with him for a bit before something caught her attention, "Ahh here is my handsome young man," she announced happily, "Harry I would like to introduce you to Professor Albus Dumbledore, professor this is my son Harry."
Albus turned around ready to meet the young eleven year old, green eyed boy that he had come here to meet. Well he still had green eyes and his famous lightning bolt scar but he definitely was not a young boy. What stood in front of him was a gaunt young man in his early thirties, pale white skin covered in scars, he was wearing what appeared to be paper thin silver armor without a helmet, on his hip rested a revolver and a rapier. Harry regarded Albus with cold green eyes, "I thought I told you that I was not going to be a part of your school," he growled.
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Harry had not been having a good night. His night started off as most nights of the Hunt do with the rise of the red moon and a terrible howl filling the air. Harry's hunting ground for the night was the lower streets of old Yharnam, his prey the werewolves that stalked said streets. It went simple enough, kill a few werewolves, harvest their Blood and continue on. Harry had done this run plenty of times but as Art had taught him it was better to take things slow, harvest as much blood as you could before even thinking about hunting a new area.
Then things went bad. After clearing out the lower streets Harry decided he would go through the large hall and clear out the upper streets. As Harry made his way through the hall he past the Hanged Great One as Art called it, according to her it was the corpse of a Great One that Gherman the First Hunter had taken care of. It twitched.
A life time of paranoia had taught Harry many things, among them was 'if it's moving it's not dead, if you think it's dead then shoot it a few times just to be safe.' Harry didn't know how or why but the Hanged Great One was no longer dead. "Fuck me," he muttered as it suddenly gave a loud roar and snapped the chains binding it to the hall. Harry didn't hesitate, he ran forward and stabbed his sword, Reiterpallasch, into the Great One. Harry wasn't even sure if the Great One felt it.
Harry should have run, he should have left and gotten Art to help or gathered Blood until he had the strength to face it, but he didn't. Art had faced several Great Ones, she had slaughtered each of them and if Harry wanted to prove his worth then he would have to slaughter this Great One.
It was a slaughter, one hit and Harry was dead.
Thankfully in Yharnam death was never permanent, different people and creatures would take longerto come back than others but no one and nothing stayed dead, least of all a hunter. One hour later Harry woke up in Hunter's dream with all of his hard earned blood gone. "Fucking hell!" he shouted out angrilly to the heavens.
"What is the problem good hunter?" the soft voice of the doll asked politely.
"I just fucking died," Harry growled out, "got completely slaughtered."
"Perhaps if you gathered some Blood I could then Channel it into you good hunter, so that you are less likely to die again," the doll offered.
"Shut up," Harry ordered, shooting the doll in the head with his revolver Evelyn.
"I apologize good hunter, I shall be quiet now," the doll replied sadly.
Harry ignored the doll and made his way to one of the nearby tombstones. Getting on his knee's he prayed to it and waited for the messengers to transport him to Oedon Chapel.
At Oedon Chapel Harry found his mother talking to some strange old man. "Ahh here is my handsome young man," she announced happily, "Harry I would like to introduce you to Professor Albus Dumbledore, professor this is my son Harry."
Harry looked at the old man, Albus, he was wearing the most garish robes one had ever seen and had a floor length beard, half moon spectacles and no visible weapon, he was obviously no fighter. "I thought I told you that I was not going to be a part of your school," Harry growled at Albus.
"I was hoping that I could change your mind," Albus said giving Harry a kind smile.
"Yeah well you can't," Harry snapped brushing past Albus to get to his mother and give her a hug. "How are you tonight mother?" he asked her softly.
His mother gave him a loving smile, "I am fine dear, but I think you should listen to what the professor has to say."
Harry shook his head, "we have been over this mother, i'm not going to some stupid school and leaving you here in Yharnam without any protection."
"If I may," Albus said, "I have access to a house that I could give to your mother. it is near hogwarts and within walking distance of the castle should any emergency arise. It will be hers provided you come to Hogwarts and complete your schooling of course."
Harry thought about it. He did not trust the old man, he was way to familiar with his mother after all, but the idea did have merit. If she was away from Yharnam then Harry's mother would no longer be in danger from the sickness that created the Beasts, she had only survived so long through luck and Harry had just been shown he was not strong enough to protect himself, let alone her. "We will look at the house and your school before making a decision," he announced.
Sorry about Hagrid, please don't hate me.
