Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form… but I wish I did.
Summary: After a bout of magic that leaves Dudley paralyzed, four-year-old Harry Potter is left for dead in London by his uncle. Fortunately, he was found and rescued. Unfortunately, he was found and rescued by a gang of vampires. What happens when the saviour of the wizarding world is raised by creatures of the night?
Warnings: Violence, blood, death, vampires, and perhaps some slash.
A/N: OK, I know this is short and it's fluffy (well, the second part) and I'm bad at writing fluffy scenes so I apologize on both accounts… but Harry is still a kid and though he did just get adopted into a vampiric, assassinating clan, there is technically nothing bloody about it so far. In the next chapter, that's where I'm going to skip through the next couple of years and do it in little fragments or else, I'll be writing this for a while.
Enjoy and remember to review!
Siri
11.16.06
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Zayn Callunde: Saviour or Traitor
Chapter 2
The Start of Another
The faint light from the moon above the quartet barely illuminated the sight before them, but it was more than enough for the sharp eyes of a creature of the night.
"What happened," Ravaena whispered, imploring to whoever was listening to answer, referring to the sad image of the beaten boy before her. A boy who looked barely over the age of three. Arms encircled her and she could smell the scent of jasmine. "Zira?" she murmured softly to the smaller female.
"He's so small."
Ravaena blinked away her tears. "Yeah." Her voice wavered faintly and she cleared her throat. "Come on, let's see what's wrong with him." She gently extricated herself from the embrace and slowly led the younger vampire to the boy. Lirovev was already there and had turned the boy on his back to study him more closely.
It was still a dreadful sight, if not more so.
The face was swollen and bloodied and his nose seemed to be broken and was still bleeding sluggishly, with a shock of dark hair matted with dried blood and dirt framing the thin, abused face. An arm lay at an odd angle at his side and so did his legs, with a bone protruding from his upper, left thigh. What looked to have the most damage was his chest as that was where most of the bleeding originated from. Ravaena knelt down and unsheathing her claw-like nails, she cut the boy's soaked shirt open to expose even more blood and an even more grotesque image. Almost every rib that the boy had appeared to be broken and several ends jutted out of the skin painfully, the sharp, red-tinted shards glistening sinisterly in the sparse light. Below that, the skin of his stomach was a hideous pattern of reds, blues, and purples. The boy was breathing shallowly and a slight rattle could be heard; he was barely alive. Even so, he still had a chance, no matter how small it was. Ravaena took a deep breath and looked at Lirovev with pleading eyes.
"We have to take him home." He nodded after a moment, his face blank of all emotions.
"Lets go, I'll take him."
"Remember not to jostle him much, Liro," Ziratra said softly, her eyes were red from crying and reddish tears were still leaking from her eyes. Lirovev nodded in reply. He knew not to say much. Even though Ziratra was one of the best in their line of work in the world of assassinating, she still had a soft heart, especially after her little brother was killed several decades before in a short-lived vampire hunt that spread across the continent that was lead by the so-called Light side. It ended in England, after Ziratra went into a killing rage shortly after her beloved brother's death. It didn't help that this boy had similar features to the deceased vampire.
The now somber group left the alley at a fast pace, appearing to mortals as four dark blurs, towards their sprawling underground home in a race against mortality.
IOI
A low groan was heard coming from the centre of the large bed. Ziratra practically leaped from her chair to check up on her charge. Leaning over the bed, she was met by a pair of bright emerald eyes that seemed to squint a little at her with curiosity, but once she looked deeper, she could see a flicker of sadness, anger, and surprise. She smiled at the boy who looked so much like her brother, even though he needed to gain some weight and needed to quit doing that thing with his eyes. Hopefully, he would like her. Maybe the thing he did with his eyes was a sign of nervousness.
"Hi, little one. How are you?" she asked softly. The little boy blinked his adorable eyes and gave a tentative smile.
"I'm okay. Where?" At the prompt response, she smiled, encouraged. It had been two long weeks since they had taken him here and she was starting to think that he was never going to wake. It was an odd thought for a vampire most of whom were used to waiting, but Ziratra was still like a child at times, always impatient.
"You're in my home, under London." He cocked his head to the side, an endearing look that made her chuckle.
"London?" Her eyebrows furrowed for a second. She had originally thought he was from London since they had found him there.
"Oh yes, a big city in England. Where are you from, little one?" His eyes narrowed a little a thought before answering.
"Sur… rey." He replied slowly before asking, "Little one?"
"Little one." Ziratra confirmed. "You're my little one." She paused. "But Surrey is so far away! How did you get here?"
A flash of anger and sadness crossed his face, looking alien on the little boy. "Uncle. Drop me here. Hurt."At the hidden message behind what he said, Ziratra's eyes flashed red before returning to her normal light, verdant tones, the meaning behind the strange emotions suddenly clear. At the change of expression on her face, though, the little boy shivered in fear. He liked the lady and he hope she wasn't like his uncle. "I like you. You no hurt me?" At the slight fear present in his voice, Ziratra leaned over and kissed his forehead reassuringly. Her gaze lingered on the famous scar for a moment before answering.
"Oh no." She forced a smile, which was hard to do when she thought of the monster that had beaten the boy so thoroughly. "Would you like to stay here?" The boy nodded his head, a grin splitting his face.
"Family?"
Ziratra laughed. "Big family." At that, the boy's grin got even wider. "What's your name, little one?"
"Harry Potter." She nodded a little to herself.
"Harry Potter, my name is Ziratra Callunde, but you can call me Zira."
"Zee-rah-trah Cal-loond. Zee-rah," he repeated. "Big family?"
She nodded. "Want to meet some of them? There's eighteen in all."
"Yes!" Harry practically squealed. She gave a laugh at the enthusiasm.
"Stay right here, all right, Harry?" Harry's happy expression fell.
"Don't leave me."
Her heart cried out to the little boy. "I promise, I won't." He nodded and she raced out of the hall to find some people to introduce the boy to.
'Even though he is the boy-who-lived, he isn't that bad, she thought with a grin. Now, if only he doesn't have the same ideals as his parents did.' She shook her head at the thought. 'We're his family now. He's my little brother.'
IOI
A pair of green eyes squinted at Ziratra's back and the little boy sighed, while waiting for the nice lady to come back. He had never really met anyone as nice as she was and he hoped that the rest of her family was just as kind. Snuggling back in his covers, he smiled. Harry liked it here and he hoped they would let him live here. He didn't want to go back to his uncle and aunt.
At that last thought, Zira bounded through the door with six people at her heels, some of them peering over and around her to look at the new addition to the family while others were staring at the bouncing woman with amusement and ill-concealed exasperation.
Harry laughed and pointed at her. "Silly!" A tall, sandy-haired man towards the back snorted and he stepped forward.
"Hello. I'm Yurik."
"Yoo-rick." Yurik grinned at the pronounciation. Ziratra was right, he is rather adorable.
"Hi! I'm Eteir," a dark-haired vampire said, his violet eyes sparkling happily.
"Et-teeer."
"My name's Lirovev."
"Lee-roh-vef."
"Lirovev," Lirovev corrected.
"Lee-roh-vef." Harry tried again.
"Lirovev!" he said once more a little exasperated as he heard his family sniggering at him from behind.
"Lee-roh-VEF." With that, everyone exploded into laughter with Ziratra being the loudest. Harry looked at his hands and turned red. "It's not right?"
Lirovev grinned after he finished glaring at everyone else. "No, it's all right. You can call me Lirovef." He rolled his eyes at the name.
"Okay, Lee-roh-vef."
"My name's Ravaena."
"Rah-vay-nah." Harry glanced around to see if this was correct but when it seemed that he pronounced it fine, he let out a sigh of relief. Everyone present saw the glances and heard the sigh and they all knew that little Harry would fit in just fine.
"Name's Asiila."
"Ah-sI-lah."
"My name's Darren."
"Dare-rhun."
With the last introduction, Ziratra scooped Harry up and out of the bed and all but shouted, "Welcome to the family!" Harry laughed delightedly before he winced in pain; his chest was still a tad sore. Ziratra saw and she felt a pang of sorrow and worry. "Ahh.. sorry, sorry," she said as she set him down again, a sheepish smile on her face, her hands fluttering over him. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" Harry looked puzzled for a moment before he smiled reassuringly and shook his head.
"I'm fine." He turned to the audience who were looking entertained and trained his gaze on the one who looked the oldest. "Daddy Lee-roh-vef?" The vampire's eyebrows shot up at the words the little boy addressed him with. Everyone seemed to wait on how he replied. He cleared him throat.
"Yes."
Harry turned to Ravaena. "Mummy?" With a smile, 'Mummy Ravaena' nodded. He turned to everyone else. "Bruzzers? Sisters?" At all of the nods coming from everyone, Harry finally felt happy and content with his life and new home. "I no need go back to Dursleys?"
"Dursleys?"
"My aunt, uncle, and cousin." A sad expression crossed his face. "They mean. They hurt." Lirovev made a note to remember the name 'Dursleys' for future reference before he answered.
"No. You belong here now."
"Okay." Harry yawned. "I like family. There more, right?" Ravaena nodded.
"Yes. You'll see them after you go back to sleep." Harry looked a little down at that, but he nodded and settled down. Everyone came over and kissed him goodnight before they left. Ravaena was the last one to leave and as she did, she saw the sweet picture of Harry asleep with a smile lingering on his face.
My son…