Author's Note: Here I am with the second chapter. Thank you for waiting as patiently as you have. Any questions about Harry's magic will be touched upon in this chapter. Voldemort turning to vampirism as a form of immortality seems very unlikely. From the impression I got from him, he regarded magical creatures and beings below him as he did with muggles. While they were probably seen as a step above muggles (being magical and all), witches and wizards definitely were on the top of the hierarchy in Voldemort's mind. That was the impression that I got from Voldemort's character. Why would he stoop to become a vampire just to gain immortality; become something lesser than he is? Especially since apparently in the Wizarding World, the vampires are a tight-knit community and the Wizards didn't know much about them besides what some vampires have told them. Who knows if any of that is true? So how does anyone know if becoming a vampire wouldn't cause a wizard or witch to lose their magic? No one really knows, and Voldemort wouldn't take that chance. So with that in mind, I don't believe that they would have enough knowledge or initiative for that matter to create a potion to recharge the magical potential of turned wizards and witches. Harry's situation will be touched upon in this chapter.
Thanks for the thought though, it prompted me to go and research certain things within the HP universe and helped me come up with some more ideas for this story. Also since sadly I haven't read "The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner" (and any knowledge I have of it comes from the Twilight wikia), don't expect it to go the same way it did.
As for you "Guest", 8D wow…jumping to conclusions aren't we? Calm your tits, and enjoy the story~
(This Chapter like the other is Unbeta-ed as well, sorry for any spelling, grammar mistakes you come across!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. Those rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer respectively. I'm just borrowing their series, not with the intent of making a profit, but to entertain the few individuals who actually read my attempts at storytelling.
Summary: It had been a year since Harry Potter had left the British Wizarding World after it had taken everything from him. But when it seemed that he was finally getting his life together, his newfound peace is cut short when his "saving people" thing gets him turned into a vampire, and becoming a part of a vengeful woman's newborn army. There is one thing that made everything worthwhile though, and that was meeting the one meant for him, his mate – Bree Tanner.
Warning: This story contains swearing, violence, and sexual themes. If any of these offend you, then I would kindly advise that you don't go beyond this point. If you continue and get upset about this anyway, then I don't really care to know about it. You should've known better and accepted my warning. Thank you and enjoy.
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Walking down the street after leaving the closest pub to his hotel room, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat. It had been a year since he left England, and a few weeks since he come to stay in Seattle. The weather was so much like London's that he felt it would be a nice new start in another country, but with him able to still have a small bit of home.
Harry had received the latest Daily Prophet (he had never stopped his subscription), and wasn't amused by the speculation going on about his decision to leave the British Wizarding World. Many seemed to believe that he still owed them something, while others were clamoring for him to be brought back to where he belonged. Unfortunately for them, Harry had no intention of going back any time soon if at all.
There was nothing left for him in Britain, much less the Wizarding World now that he had fulfilled his task of ending Voldemort's reign of terror permanently. He believed that he deserved time to recover from the pain caused to him from the losses he suffered. Unlike the rest of the Wizarding community, he couldn't allow himself to forget and move on.
No, he would never be able to forget. That was something that disgusted him about the sheep that he sacrificed everything for in order to save them, because they were all too ready to forget. Pulling a ring out of his pocket, he bit his lip as he felt an all too familiar sting in his eyes. Visions of an imagined future with the woman that he loved flashed before his mind's eye before shattering.
"Help!"
Forcefully dragged out of his daze, his head snapped up just in time to see a girl being dragged around the corner up ahead near the less decent part of his new city. Green eyes narrowed, and he didn't even think before he followed them with the hopes of saving the girl.
Running around the corner, he could only blink as the girl and her capturer stood there as if nothing was wrong. The girl looked apologetic, while the supposed "kidnapper" only smirked.
Then all he knew was darkness and unending agony.
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Chop and Change
Chapter 2: Forevermore (Part 1)
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Crouching on the ledge with all the movement of a stone gargoyle, wine red eyes watched the scene before him. Running down on the streets below was a young woman, whose fear was practically palpable to the newborn's hypersensitive senses. Behind her was a hulking figure that seemed to take his time while following her. The streetlight above him caused his face to be shadowed, and the blade in his hand glinted maliciously. Narrowing his eyes, Harry's superior eyesight was able to take in the man's features with little problems. His resolve hardening as he took in the cruel smirk on the man's face.
In a moment of utter stupidity, the woman turned into the alleyway that he was standing above instead of sticking to the main road. Not even a moment later, the woman came to the dead end. The newborn watched as she turned to look at the entrance of the pathway with terror clear in her large blue eyes. Red orbs swiveled over to watch the man slowly walk down the alley while dragging his knife across the brick walls. His chapped lips were stretched grotesquely as an unpleasant smirk formed on his bloodied and filthy face. Dark and demented eyes didn't stray away from the woman.
"Oh that was the wrong move back there darling, hitting me in the face when all I wanted to do was make you my next masterpiece."
A whimper slipped from the woman's lips as she pressed herself up against the brick wall at her back. The terror on her face became more frantic as the scraping of his knife against the brick reached her ears. Her legs buckled underneath her causing her to fall to her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes as he came to a stop in the middle of her only exit to freedom.
"P-Please! I-I won't tell anyone! Just let me go!"
Chuckling, the man brought up blade up, and the light of the moon glinted off of the knife.
"I'm sorry but I can't do that darling…"
Bringing the knife up to his lips, he ran his tongue down the length of the blade. His pupils were dilated with could only be at the pleasure he felt by her pleading and suffocating fear. Swinging his arm out, he pointed the blade towards her.
"I've been watching you all week…you're the one I want, and you're the one whose body shall be my greatest work of art yet."
Taking another step, he licked his lips as a perverse shine.
"That is after I use your body to my heart's content of course."
Finally the young woman allowed her tears to fall from her eyes as the situation truly hit her at that moment.
She was going to die!
Killed by this sick monster; raped and then killed before her corpse would be used for whatever disgusting purpose he desired!
Her fear amplified to a higher degree as the man came even closer, and she closed her eyes before opening her mouth for a final scream in hopes that someone, anyone would hear her. But what she didn't expect was the shocked grunt that reached her ears, and the lack of a knife piercing her flesh. Immediately, her eyes snapped open at the sound of metal clattering against the concrete. She gasped at the glowing eyes that met her gaze over the shoulder of her would-be murderer.
The handsome face of her possible savior captivated her.
Crimson eyes stared at her from underneath messy coal black locks, which framed an extremely aristocratically handsome face. His pale skin caused his blood red eyes to pop in contrast to his dark tresses. But what caused her to stiffen in awed fear was the crimson liquid that slipped down from his delectable red lips and the sight of perfect pearly white teeth within her "hunter's" neck. Those red eyes seemed to pin her in her place, and it was only after a few seconds that she realized that he had lifted his head away from the tanned expanse of flesh and his lips were moving.
"Oi, you need to get out of here."
Blinking slowly, she clasped her hands to her chest.
"What?"
Exasperation was clear on his attractive face as the corners of his lips curled down into a frown. He was standing to the side of her would-be killer, whom still seemed to be stuck in his position with his hand being held up as if in preparation to make his first strike. The entire scenario was completely bizarre, and for a moment she wondered if all of this was a dream.
"There's no time to be getting lost in your thoughts…I'm giving you time to run before any of the others get over here, and they won't allow you to leave."
But she didn't want to.
It was shocking, but she really didn't want to leave.
After all, when is it ever normal for a gorgeous man (who apparently had to be a vampire or something if the blood drinking said anything) to swoop down and save her?
A second ago, her life, the one she had always known was going to end and now here was this beautiful man…beautiful creature, whom has dangled the fact that humans are not the only ones around in front of her. The possibilities that could be opened from this encounter were numerous, and visions of herself becoming close with this man and becoming what he is.
'If it is possible,' she mused as she licked her suddenly dry lips.
The opportunity to live out the lives of her favorite novel heroines with supernatural lovers was too much to pass up.
"What are you?"
Her rescuer watched her with cool eyes and took a step away from the other male's body. The blonde watched his body slump over onto the ground with a dull thud. She couldn't help the rapid beating of her heart as he took measure steps towards her, and lifted his hand up to her cheek gently. A gasp flew from her lips at how cold he felt compared to her, and only watched transfixed as he leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
Immediately, her body stiffened before a haze began to fall over her mind. She tried to fight it of course, but the voice in her head just made her feel like there should be nothing more she should want besides doing what she was told. Very slowly, she began walking out of the alleyway with a dazed smile on her face, not even sparing the body of her stalker a glance. Behind her, Harry turned his glance down onto his petrified dinner for the night and an unreadable gleam flashed through his narrowed orbs.
Leaning down, he gripped the man by his shoulder and ignored the small sounds coming from his still body. In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared, leaving nothing in the alleyway to betray their presence besides the knife that reflected light from the moon above.
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Staring at the rock levitating in front of him, he moved his finger off to the side while watching the rock slowly follow the direction he pointed to. The stone was halfway towards its appointed destination when it suddenly wobbled and fell to the ground with a 'thunk'. Frowning, he pointed his finger at the rock and watched in satisfaction as it blew up.
'It's seems that the more destructive spells seemed to be easier to do…the more neutral ones like wingardium leviosa take a bit more effort, more effort than lighter spells but needs less magic than the lighter spells.'
Not that it mattered much, especially when it came to his natural vampire "talent".
Harry grimaced at the thought of his highly prized "talent", which had gained him far more attention from his Sire than he was comfortable with. Even now he could remember the pure delight on her face when she had seen it in action. Add this to the fact that his venom had the effect of either being pleasurable or excruciatingly painful depending on his choice…he was a cherished asset to the redhead and her army of newborns.
'Though the fact that my natural talent is derived from the three unforgiveables just screams irony…'
Yes, it had been a shock to Harry when he realized his powers. The three unforgiveable curses that have been such a large part of his life were in fact his "talent". It had been a nasty shock for Harry when he discovered it, but since it gave him an advantage over the others of his kind (especially the Imperius curse); he had come to be neutral about them or regarded them as nothing more than necessary tools in order to protect himself and Bree.
Not all of the newborns took well to the fact that Harry was obviously one of the more favored ones, but only few had made their opinions clear to him when he was around. Especially after he had killed one when the newborn had took exception to Bree's defense of him, and had managed to punch Bree into a wall before Harry had snapped out of his shocked stupor. The primal side in front of him had wanted to do much worse, but he had managed to rein that side in and decided to end it quickly while making a statement.
Raising his hand, he thought of the green light that took almost everyone he loved, the spell that caused him to be famous and the others watched in trepidation as a green mist began to swirl around him. The other newborns shifted in place all the while never taking their eyes off of him. Harry's eyes flashed a luminous green as he exhaled only for more green mist to pour from his body and join the slowly growing cyclone building around him. Just as it started, it suddenly stopped. Before any of them could blink, the ominous murky green cloud shot towards the newborn that had dared to put his hands on Harry's first true friend after his change in a flash of green light.
The newborn let out a shocked scream as he was engulfed by the green cloud, which cut off the screams abruptly. Swiftly the cloud then disappeared and the only thing left was the still body of the newborn. It was only when another newborn chose to go near the body, that anyone realized that he was truly dead. Not a scratch was on his body, but they could tell.
Since then, the rest of the newborns besides a certain few did their best to avoid him completely.
'Not that I mind though, it has certainly made things much easier for Bree and I.'
It was true, after that incident the other newborns just seemed to defer to the two of them along with Riley and Diego. While it was mostly due to fear of retribution from Harry's bizarre ability, it was a way for them to make sure that the newborns didn't step a toe out of line. All-in-all, it was just another reason why Harry's presence was considered a benefit to the group. Not that it gained him any favor with Diego, whom seemed to dislike him from the get go.
'If it wasn't for the fact that Bree cared for him as a friend, I probably would've taken out already for his untoward moves towards her.'
That was another thing he noticed. Since he was turned he had felt unnaturally attached to Bree, more than he's ever felt for anyone in his life. Even the feelings he held for Ginny didn't compare. If he didn't see Bree for too long, he would get antsy especially if she was around another male for longer than he felt was necessary.
He was also extremely protective of the physically younger girl, and would usually be found practically hovering over her when they were with the others. The incident with the late newborn was an example of how he would most likely react if she is directly threatened or harmed, and was what really caused the former wizard to think about these new instincts he seemed to possess.
Seeing as none of the other newborns had any idea of the true nature of vampires, nor did he since his textbooks from school were proving to be completely false. There was no one he could talk to or ask for answers to his questions. She was never around long enough besides to coo over how she couldn't wait for him to snuff out the life of his target. Riley seemed like he wanted to keep them all ignorant, as he happened to eavesdrop on their leader giving the other newborns false information for the most part.
He had gone into several churches in the city after the guilt of killing humans began to weigh on him, and not once had he suddenly burst into flames. Not even holy water hurt him, as he found out after dunking a hand into a bowl of it in the church in curiosity.
Obviously, neither holy symbols nor holy water worked against them, and only served to raise Harry's suspicions. Having been led by someone, whom felt that it was best to keep the truth from him before, wasn't a new experience for Harry and so Riley was out.
Diego had never been an option, and Bree was just as lost as he was. Even now, he couldn't quite convince her to try and see if some of the other weaknesses are also false. The one he really wanted to see was if the sun really did affect them. Unfortunately, he didn't push the issue with his one constant companion and so the curiosity has remained unsatisfied.
Taking a whiff of the air, a certain scent drifted into his nose and he immediately took off towards the main room with the other newborns. Not bothering to look at the others, who froze at his sudden appearance, his bright red eyes took in the quickly approaching figure of Bree.
As soon as she entered his sight an unknown weight that settled on his shoulders dissipated, and was gone completely as she came to a stop in front of him. Matching red eyes stared up at him from the female's pretty face, and he swore her smile warmed something in him that no one before her has managed to do.
"You missed me Harry?"
Nodding, he returned her smile with a small one of his own. "Very much, I really had no one to talk to because Fred went with your group and it gets as silent as the grave when I hang around the others..."
A bell-like giggle erupted from Bree's mouth, and Harry's eyes warmed up at the delightful sound. She moved forward and grasped him by the wrists, and motioned for them to leave the others behind for their own space further in the building.
"Well I'm here now and we can make up for lost time, besides I've got something exciting to tell you about!"
Relenting quite easily to her will, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat as he began to follow her. Just as they stepped into the opening of the path leading to the space he had dubbed as "theirs", Harry felt eyes practically burning a hole into the back of his head. Glancing over his shoulder, two pairs of blood red eyes connected and unlike the interaction between his and companions eyes, there was nothing warm about this connection.
Diego stood there at the entrance of the main building with a scowl on his face, and dark promises brewing in his eyes. Raising an eyebrow at the other for a brief moment, the corners of the Man-Who-Conquered's lips curled up into a smirk.
"Hey Harry! Come on, or else I'll just go hang out with Fred since you seem way more interested in something out there."
Gulping unnecessarily and more out of habit than anything else, he dismissed Diego entirely and turned his attention back to his pouted friend (?). Bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck, he chuckled nervously.
"Sorry about that, was just distracted for a second."
Staring at him intensely for a moment, the girl decided to let it go and grasped his hand with her own.
"Oh well, I guess I can forgive you…let's go though, I really want to tell you about what I've learned."
Without a second thought to the challenge that Diego was obviously sending him with his eyes, Harry focused all of his attention on the dark-haired girl. But he knew that he would eventually have to confront Diego, and from the hostility in his gaze, it would most likely be sooner rather than later.
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End of Chapter 2 (Part 1)
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Yeah, I'm sorry that not much happened in this chapter but know that the next one will be much longer than this. I just noticed that it's been a while since I've actually updated this, and thought it would be nice to update something. Hopefully you'll enjoy it.
Till next time,
Lady Ashwinder