Title: Toxemia

Chapter: Leaving for War

Disclaimer: I own nothing, as said in the first and proper disclaimer and if you are reading this, you obviously haven't read the first one, so why bother with this one?

Author: Punk-Death-Dealer

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I wasn't too sure if I should post this story at all actually. But it looks as if their has been a major spawning of Harry Potter and UnderWorld crossovers. So I decided why not finish what I started. Most of these chapters are already written so I'll start by uploading the second one tonight. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading in advance.


The sun was making the back of his neck warm as Harry Potter awoke. Yawning he fixed his glasses and looked at his surroundings. Noticing that he had fallen asleep on his desk after writing to Dumbledore late last night.

His neck was in pain from his position, but his mind was still as focused as ever. Hedwig had still not returned from her journey the night before, he didn't know how long it would take for her to reach Dumbledore, he just hoped that she didn't run into any trouble.

If the woman, Selene, truly did kill werewolves than that meant Lupin wouldn't be very safe. Another question in his mind was how there was a werewolf but no full moon. There was something going on. Something that wasn't quite right about all of this, why all of this was happening. It wasn't normal for a werewolf to change without the light of a full moon, right? Hermione would know all about this, he was sure of it. However, he couldn't bring himself to owl her; he had already ignored her for long enough.

While he now knew that Selene and Michael didn't seem to be in league with Voldemort, it left him questioning about who was. If they were in league with Voldemort, last night would've proven it. Selene would've shot him, or let him die. Maybe Voldemort had gathered the werewolves themselves. If so, the future didn't seem to be too bright.

Selene's eyes last night had scared the hell out of him. They were blue, but when she killed that man, that werewolf, they seemed to glow, and the raw and pure emotion of hatred that came from them scared him more than anything. They were almost as terrifying as Voldemort's red eyes. Except where his held nothing but hatred, Selene's seemed full of pain and regret at the same time as hatred. Voldemort's would never show such emotion.

He didn't need anymore enemies at the moment either. There was enough on his plate to last him a lifetime, and it probably would. Voldemort had been quiet and now that he was back to full power it made him wonder on what was forming just beyond the darkness. What evil plot was brewing in the low fog that had settled uneasily around his quivering form as all the light was shut out?

As he stared at the deep brown colored wood in front of him lost in his thoughts that consumed him so often now, he heard a faint fluttering. Looking up with wide eyes he noticed Hedwig landing on the desk a letter tied to her leg and a blank expression in her yellow eyes. Her white feathers ruffled from the obvious long journey she had traveled.

Hurriedly he took the letter off her leg and gave her an owl treat from a cup sitting against the wall on the desk. He grinned at her a bit and opened the letter

Harry,

Do not worry; the matter will be taken care of shortly. I must ask you to try to stay out of trouble for the time being. School starts in about a week just keep your eyes and ears alert. Thank you for notifying me.

Albus Dumbledore

Harry ran a hand through his tangled locks of hair and tossed the letter on the desk. He still wasn't on good terms with the Headmaster since last year. Harry couldn't believe that he told him to stay out of trouble; it wasn't like he was going out everyday trying to track it down.

He guessed, however, that he did look for trouble, either that, or it always found him. This trouble almost cost Hermione her life, and it did take Sirius'. Not to mention that he endangered all the lives of the Order and his friends. He had a 'saving people thing' as Hermione called it and he could tell now, but there was nothing he could do about it.

With a sigh he pushed the chair away from the desk and stood up. His legs weak and cramping up from his sleeping position. He vowed to never do that again. As he collapsed on his bed and small dust particles flew up into the air, only visible in the rays of light coming through the window.

Hedwig hooted softly as she sat perched on his desk. Harry let his head roll to the side so he could see her better. Her gaze brought him comfort and he quickly turned his head back to look at the blank ceiling.

There was nothing he could do but wait. Wait until he was back in school and back to his friends.


Michael walked up the stairs and knocked on the closed door in the shadows of the house. His eyes focused on the wood before him as he heard movement just beyond it. Water from his damp hair dripped onto his bare chest as he waited. The knob twisted and the door was pulled open. Michael gasped as Selene stepped out of the shadows of the room. Her shoulder was exposed as she wore a loose shirt he had given her and it was covered with a white bandage.

She had a frown upon her face as her dark green eyes stared at him, "What?" She asked after a short moment.

His eyes traveled to her shoulder where a bandage was tightly fastened, "What is that?"

Her gave quickly went to her shoulder before quickly going back to him, "Nothing, just something I should have taken care of last night." Her voice was monotone as she moved to shut the door.

Michael held his hand up against the door to stop it, "Could I see it?"

Selene gave him a blank expression as they stayed in that position silently.

"I was training to be a doctor. I also know that if it was a wound you received last night it should be healed already." He gave her a determined look as his hand drifted towards her shoulder.

Her eyes watched him and she stood as still as a statue, frozen in place. Michael's large hand reached the bandage and carefully untied it. He pulled it away and his eyes narrowed in concentration.

There was a small hole on her shoulder; the edges of the circle were a light blue color. A small trickle of blood poured from the wound and ran down her shoulder. The dark red color contrasting greatly against her pale white skin.

"That's odd." He muttered as he retracted his hand, "I'll be right back." Michael turned on his heel and jogged down the stairs, leaving a dumbfounded Selene in his wake. He returned with a medical kit in his hand.

Selene ducked back into the room and sat down on the bed. Michael flipped the light switch on as he entered. He stood on his knees so that his eyes were level with her shoulder. The silence deafening in the small room. He gave her a comforting smile before he began to clean the wound.

After he was finished and wrapped the wound once again and he put the things away then stood up. "Next time tell me first. Maybe we can figure out what it is they shot you with."

Selene looked at the ground, "I can take care of myself." She lifted her head to look him in the eye. Almost as if daring him to prove her wrong.

"I know you can." He replied, "I…never mind." Michael finally said shaking his head then turning to leave, closing the door behind him and walking down the stairs.

He sighed as he put the medical kit back in his bag and threw the old bandage away. Running a hand through his wet hair, he leaned against the kitchen counter. Supporting himself on his elbows as his still wet hair fell back over his face. He let out a small sigh his muscles rippling slightly as his lungs expanded once again to inhale the sweet oxygen that cleansed him. Then he brought his right arm up to the left side of his neck. The smooth feeling of two tiny marks against his rough skin made him close his eyes and shiver.

His mind was in shambles and he could hardly make out who each memory exactly belonged to. There were three pasts being shown here, and all of them had a horrible story and each more unbearable as the next. He wished that his mind was clear and then maybe this would all make sense. This wasn't the first time in his life that he had ever been confused but he wished he knew what to do. He wished he knew what Selene wanted him to do. This bite had thrown him into a life he never chose, but one he would always have to deal with.

A knock on the door made him look up. Moving quickly towards the door, he winced and then cautiously he looked up stairs to check for any sign of Selene before opening it. He could never take more caution while living here. Knowing just how bad the sun could damage Selene's untouched skin. Every time he would think about it the image of the blonde vampire, Sonja, would flicker, her screaming in agony and Lucian chained, forcing to watch. He could smell the burning flesh.

The smell and sight made him sick. He never wanted to be in that position, being forced to watch Selene burn. Just the thought of it made his heart ache. She was the only reason he was still here, she was all he had now. He couldn't loose her and he could never leave her.

A young girl stood outside the door her hands clasped together and a nervous look upon her face. She had deep brown eyes and curly brown hair that fell over her shoulders. Michael watched her for a second as she looked at him and blushed. It took him a moment to realize what she was blushing about before he gave her a small grin.

"Umm…I'm sorry. Excuse me for a moment." He went back inside and grabbed his shirt. Pulling it back over his head he walked back to the door. "Again I'm sorry. Can I help you?"

The girl nodded, "Yes, do you happen to know where Harry Potter lives?"

"Harry Potter?" He asked putting a finger to his lips as if trying to recall the name.

The teenage girl bit her bottom lip, "Or perhaps Vernon Dursley?"

Michael tried to recall the name, "You mean a big round man? With a bushy mustache and usually has a red face. He likes to yell a lot and works at a drill company. His son is probably larger than he is and is very into beating on kids less than half his size and their age. His wife is a thin woman who is very proper but also likes to give orders."

"Umm…" The girl said in awe at his rant and how he tended to describe the Dursley's when no neighbor knew about how rude they actually were.

"Harry Potter…is a boy, a scrawny boy who wears glasses and clothes far too big for him. His has shaggy black hair and bright green eyes, and also a scar in the middle of his forehead, a scar shaped like a lightening bolt."

"How did you…" She trailed off.

"I just moved here. I don't know names, but I can hear exceptionally well, and I have eyes. The boy you are looking for is right next door at number four."

The girl looked surprised, "Thank you…" She trailed off holding her hand out.

"Oh, Michael." He told her shaking her hand, "and you're welcome…"

"Hermione." She supplied grinning.

"Nice to meet you Hermione."

"Nice to meet you also Michael." Hermione said, "Thank you again." She told him before walking back down the driveway. Michael closed the door and smiled. That strange boy didn't seem to be all alone in this awful place. He did seem to have a friend who cared.

"Who was that?" Selene's voice drifted from the top of the stairs.

Michael looked up at her, "No one, just someone asking for directions." He honestly didn't know why he even attempted lying to her. But in truth he did, every topic involving Harry Potter made her mood turn a bit sour. He'd rather stay away from it.

"I have better hearing than you give me credit for. She was looking for that boy."

"Yeah…" Michael told her scratching the back of his neck while giving her an embarrassed look.

Selene started walking down the stairs and Michael watched her, "We leave as soon as the sun sets."

She nodded and headed into the dark kitchen in the now dark house with the closing of the door. Only lamps remained on and their were very few. Michael studied her from the living room for a moment before he sat down on the couch and drummed his fingers against the armrest.


Harry heard someone banging on the door and he opened his eyes. Squinting he rolled off the bed and onto the wooden floor. Coughing when dirt flew up into his face and wincing as his ribs started to ache from the fall. Standing up he ran a hand through his hair pushing it back away from his face.

Opening the door he gasped. His green eyes staring wide at the person before him. Her warm brown eyes melting into him. "H-Hermione…" He whispered, relief washing over him and making him feel a bit light headed. The feelings that washed over him shot through him like a bolt of lightening, he had missed her so much and hadn't realized it until now. It was great to see that she was here, alive, and unharmed, well, at least that he knew of.

She smiled at him, "I knew you were alive." She told him throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him to her.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and enjoyed the warmth that she brought to him. He noticed for the first time just how much taller he was than her. His nose came up to her forehead. His arms rested at the small of her back as he held her close.

She pulled away and stared at him, her eyes filled with something he couldn't describe, but was glad that it wasn't anger.

"But why-" He began before Hermione silenced him; putting her finger to his lips.

"Go take a shower and put on some fresh clothes, I will gather your things and then we will be leaving."

If Harry was confused before he was even more so now. Hermione just shows up and is trying to take him with her. He was excited to see her, but was worried at why she was here at all. Had something happened? Had there been an accident? Was anyone hurt? His mind went into a small panic.

"Hermione, what are you talking about?" He questioned stepping away from her and looking at her curiously.

She glanced at his desk, "You haven't been reading any of your letters. If you had been you would have known that I have already made sure that it was okay for you to stay with me the last week of summer and then board the train with me."

Harry stared at her dumbfounded, "Are you sure this…is safe?" He asked gesturing to himself. Of course he was a bit angry at her for practically forcing this upon him and not asking if it was okay before actually showing up. However, he was grateful because he needed this. He needed to get away and to forget about all these thoughts that wouldn't leave him alone.

Hermione grabbed his hand, "Harry, you are my best friend. I wouldn't be here if I didn't think it was safe. Even if it isn't, it is better than you staying here by yourself. Now get ready so we can make it back to my house before it gets real late."

He grinned at her and tugged on her arm, pulling her into another hug. He didn't want to be angry anymore and he was thankful for her showing up, "Thank you Hermione. You don't know how much this means to me." He was realizing quickly that her touch calmed him down a tremendous amount, and noticed that she felt good wrapped in his arms. This felt right. He took in her appearance once more, and found that she looked good without the bulky school robes and uniforms, adorned in a pear of tight jeans and a light blue t-shirt.

"You're welcome Harry." She told him and then began to gather up his stuff and put it into his trunk while he took a quick shower.

By the time they were done and heading down the stairs the sun had almost gone down. Hermione went outside while Harry told the Dursley's of his departure. Vernon Dursley snorted and waved him away. Harry shrugged and went out of the door shutting it with more force than he meant to. Hermione was standing by a car and grinned at him. He pulled his trunk along behind him, "So, you aren't going to wreck or anything?" He joked. Hermione had told him of her recently being able to get her drivers license.

Hermione glared at him, "Why would I do that?" She opened the trunk of the car.

"No reason." He replied lifting it into the trunk and then turning to give her another hug, "Thank you again." Harry held her there for a moment finding it a bit strange that he missed her so much.

Hermione stared at him a moment before shrugging and opening the driver's side door and getting in. Harry got in on the passenger's side and clasped his seatbelt. He took in the scene before him and nervously turned and gave Hermione a half smile.

Hermione laughed at him and Hedwig hooted from the back of the car. Harry just rolled his eyes and looked out of the rear view mirror his breath caught in his throat. Hermione stiffened beside him, "What is it?"

"Nothing…" He muttered still staring at the mirror. Hermione looked in it as well being curious and knowing full and well that he was lying.

"Hey it's that nice man who helped me earlier."

"Michael." They both said at the same time. Hermione looked at him. They shared a gaze for a moment.

I wonder what they're still doing. Dumbledore said that it would be taken care of. Selene got into the driver's side and started the car. The man looked up at them and had a confused look on his face before getting into the car as well.

The pulled out quickly and zoomed past the two teenagers their car skidding around the corner in the distance and then disappearing. Leaving the two teenagers silent for a moment.

"That was odd." Hermione said starting her own car, "Ready Harry?" She asked.

He was still staring at the spot where the car vanished around a corner, "Yeah."

Hermione then pulled away from the curb and headed towards her house. Harry glancing at the passing surroundings and his fingers tapping his knee nervously. A habit that didn't go unnoticed by Hermione.


Michael went over everything in his head to make sure they had all of their things. Selene was sitting on the couch staring at the black table in front of her.

A loud pop came from the living room and both of them jumped. Selene pulled her guns out and was pointing them at the man who had appeared in the living room.

Michael ran from the kitchen to witness this himself. An old man with a long beard and white hair stood in the living room a twinkle in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Selene asked still pointing the guns at him. Her voice quivering with a hint of venom at the intruder.

"I am Albus Dumbledore." He replied calmly, "Now if you would ever so kindly point those weapons away from me I shall explain why I am here."

Selene slowly pointed the guns back towards the ground and gave him a questioning look.

"I brought you to this place because I need your help as much as you need mine."

"That's impossible. How do you even know us?" Michael said from the doorway. Who was still in shock from the fact that this guy appeared out of no where.

"I know a lot more than you think. Michael Corvin. A descendant of Corvinus. A hybrid now, which is being hunted by Marcus who is leading lycans and vampires alike." Michael took a step back.

Dumbledore looked at Selene. "Selene Frederick. Two-hundred years old. Family slaughtered by vampire leader and elder Viktor. Turned into a vampire and slaughtered every lycan you could set your sights on. You felt something for Michael, but it was forbidden as a he was a lycan. Selene who slayed her own sire."

Selene put her guns away, "How do you know about us?" Her tone was flat.

"I know about you. Who doesn't know about you? Your story has spread like wildfire through the immortal community. It has even reached the magical community."

"Magical community?" Selene asked her arms crossed over her chest.

"Wizards and witches. Magic." Albus responded.

Michael shifted from his spot, "What does this have to do with us?"

"You are at war, are you not?"

"Us against them you mean."

"No, I mean you and revolting lycans and vampires against them."

"Revolting? Marcus is in control of all of them. You don't turn your back on your clan." Selene responded angrily stepping forward with her fists now clenched at her sides.

"Is that not what you have done?" He asked raising an eyebrow at her and staring at her calmly.

Selene scowled at him and crossed her arms over her chest once again. Leaning against the wall near Michael her jaw clenched.

"You have given the non believers strength to fight against and to do as they want and not let rules, rule them."

"I still don't see where you're going." Michael told him.

"The magical community is at war as well. A dark wizard, Voldemort, or he-who-must-not-be-named, is raging war against the light side of magic. Trying to rid the world of one boy who could be his downfall. Once the boy is out of the way, there is nothing stopping him from taking over the world and killing everyone and everything in his way."

Michael and Selene looked confused and the elderly man continued, "You both know this boy. I know you have felt his power. You've been living next to him for two weeks."

The two immortals shared a knowing look before turning to look at the wizard. They knew he wasn't a normal boy from the beginning.

"How does this-" Michael started.

"Voldemort has joined forces with your enemy Marcus. Your war is now our war. I need your help just as much as you need mine."

Michael and Selene were silent for a moment before Selene spoke up. "What do you want us to do?"

Dumbledore smiled at them, "I want you to come where you will be safe. I want you to come to Hogwarts. To live there until the war is settled. There is a car outside; you will drive to King's Cross. There you will board the train of Platform nine and three-quarters. The train will take you to a town called Hogsmeade and there you will take a carriage to the castle."

"If I could just ask one thing," Michael said stepping forward, "What is Hogwarts?"

"It's a school." Albus said grinning and his eyes twinkling, "Better hurry." A loud pop was heard and the wizard disappeared into thin air.

"I hope this place is well hidden." Michael said moving towards the door.

"I hope these kids aren't a bother." Selene mumbled walking in front of him grabbing her bag and opening the door. Michael shook his head and grabbed the other bags and headed outside as well.

Once outside Michael grabbed Selene's arm to make her stop, he motioned to the driveway over to the left and Selene gave him an annoyed look. They both spotted the two teenagers.

The girl was leaning against the car and the boy pulling a large trunk behind him. "So you aren't going to wreck or anything?" He asked her stopping and giving her a quick grin.

"Why would I do that?" She asked him glaring and opening the trunk of the car.

He grinned at her, "No reason." He replied and lifted his own trunk into the car and closing it. He then turned to the girl and hugged her tightly, "Thank you again."

They pulled apart and stared at each other the girl shrugged and got into the car. Harry followed suit and got into the passenger seat.

"C'mon." Selene said as she put her bags into the trunk. Michael tossed his in and watched as Selene got into the car.

Curiosity got the better of him as he lifted his eyes and looked into the rear view mirror of the car. Meeting the eyes of both teenagers. He got into the car and glanced at Selene who had a blank expression on her face. Leaning back against the seat and crossing his arms over his chest he allowed himself to rest a bit as Selene took off speeding down the road past the teenagers in the car.


Hermione and Harry made it to the Granger household late that night with the moon high above their heads. They had spent the first leg of the trip talking about what they had done over break, Hermione's being longer than Harry's of course. The second leg was spent in mostly silence with the radio turned on low and the latest songs pumping through the speakers. Dragging their feet and tired from their trip they trudged into the house.

"My mum and dad are at a business dinner. I don't think you'll get to see them tonight."

"That's no problem." He replied stepping into the large house. It was no problem at all, he was still quite nervous at actually meeting them for a reason he didn't really understand at the moment. Maybe because they were an actual normal family. Maybe it was because it was his fault their daughter was almost killed this past year.

The house was white and almost spotless with the ceiling high and deep brown stairs was the first thing he saw, leading up. Pictures lined the walls as the stairs progressed.

From what he could see the house was very neat and very organized. Everything was plain but it also was all very beautiful. After taking in the house's beauty he looked at Hermione who was grinning.

"C'mon let's get you settled up stairs."

Harry nodded and followed her up. He was staying in a spare room across the hall from Hermione's. The room was simple and decorated in red-type wood and other dark red colors.

After glancing around the room he turned and saw Hermione leaning in the doorway. Looking at her now with a dazed expression on her face, all the guilt from the previous school year rushed at him. Clenching his fists at his sides he looked away from her.

With his jaw clenched tight and his eyes half open as he stared at the dark red carpet. Images from the Department of Mysteries came floating back, creating chaos in his brain. His eyes being shielded from Hermione with his long thick bangs.

The panic that welled up inside of him as he watched Hermione fall to the ground trapped him once again. The utter hopelessness that he felt that night returning. He had never felt anything like it but it came back to him every time he thought about it, although it had never been this strong. Whatever it was, guilt, anger, or something he had never felt before, it confused him and also made him lose himself.

His mind was on fire and he didn't know what to think. Again the image of Sirius falling through the veil plagued him. Red spots filled his already closed eyes. Images of people being tortured and killed filled him. He was shaking in fear, and couldn't seem to open his eyes to make them go away. Everything he had experienced this past summer was now crashing back down onto his mind.

Harry's whole body shuddered when he felt a hand upon his shoulder. He opened his eyes immediately. The hand had seemed cold compared to his body. The shaking slightly slowed and his awareness started to return once again.

Hermione was standing inches away from him, a concerned expression on her face. Both of her hands were now on each of his shoulders. Holding him in place as she studied him carefully. Her voice soothing as she spoke to him. His shaking decreased with each word.

"Harry…Harry are you okay?" He began to feel light headed as he tilted his face upwards to meet her gaze.

Their faces were inches apart and Harry noticed every spec in her eyes. Her tiny hands seemed extremely strong as they held him in place. He didn't want to break down. He had to be strong. It was him and only him that could do this. He wasn't about to let anyone get hurt because his emotions were overwhelming him. Fighting the tears that were shinning in his eyes he concentrated on her face.

His green eyes sunk into her brown ones as he remained silent. His breathing became steadier and he took in a deep breath. Trying to hold back the sob that he knew was hiding just below the surface. Keeping their gazes locked he lifted his hand and placed it upon hers.

"I-I'm fine." He whispered his voice soft and unconvincing. Hermione saw right through it.

"Harry…you don't have to feel like it is your fault that Sirius…well, it wasn't your fault Harry. V-Voldemort tricked us. He tricked you, he tricked me, and he tricked all of us. There was nothing you could do, nothing that any of us could do."

Harry pulled away from her gentle grasp, feeling dizzy at first but grabbing the pole of the four poster bed and steadying himself. "It isn't just that Hermione." He sensed her as she moved towards him. "It almost cost you, your own life. Every time…it's just, I keeping seeing it over and over. All of it. The feeling of not being able to do anything and knowing that I could have stopped it…" He trailed off.

He turned towards her his eyes shinning in tears that he wouldn't let fall even if he needed to, "If it wasn't for me, none of this would have ever happened. Nothing. Everybody would still be safe, and they would be alive."

"Harry if it wasn't for you, most of us would be dead and Voldemort would rule the world. You're a bigger asset than you realize. You must, however, realize it." He felt her reach for his hand and intertwine her fingers with his. The motion was clumsy but once clasped together warmth emitted from it.

"I'm so sorry Hermione." He told her, his voice stressing the word 'so'. She shook her head.

"Don't be. You're human Harry. We all make mistakes. But never think being born was one of them."

He hugged her, never being gladder for having her support than he was now and never really realizing it until now. With his face buried against her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist he tried to keep his mind away from everything that plagued him, and kept repeating just how sorry he was.

Hermione had her arms around his neck and was softly stroking the tips of his hair, "It will be okay Harry. I'll be with you no matter what. You're my best friend and I will never leave you, not for anything."

He tried to find comfort in the words but couldn't help but want to reply, "No, you will." Saying this in his head only made the prophecy even more real then when saying it out loud. She wouldn't be with him forever. He knew that and he wanted to spend as much time with her now as possible. She made him feel.

They pulled apart and Hermione tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear. "Get some sleep Harry. You'll need it." She then headed towards the door.

He gave her a small grin, "I could never thank you enough Hermione."

"For what?" She asked turning around to face him as she reached the door. Her outline facing him in the darkness.

"For everything." Hermione gave him a smile that made him feel warm before disappearing into her own room.

Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He thought leaving the Dursley's would take the pressure off of him and he wouldn't have to deal with it all as much. Staying with Hermione only made his problem worse. It reminded him everyday of what mistake he made and how it almost cost Hermione her life.

As he lay in bed he couldn't help but know that they truly were going into war. He had to do everything in his power to make sure she made it through…to make sure everyone made it through. It was up to him now.