This is NOT a continuation of Dreaming Gods. This is a spin-off. An alternate universe if you will.
I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Underworld.
Tom ducked below the tree branch, narrowly missing the bush that followed that would've tripped him and would have been the end of him. He knew that no matter what he did, however, there was no way to fully get away, the damn forest had an anti-apparation spell upon it. The vampire was a stray, whom he'd been sent after in order to gain the coven's alliegence. They had not believed he would manage, and he would've proven them wrong if he had not taken a risk which resulted in the current chase. He could not even stop to banish his scent so the vampire would get off his trail.
His mind blanked as a root caught his foot, jarring him to a complete stop and forcing him to fall forward. Pain shot through his ankle as he felt muscles stretch in a way they shouldn't. Upon the fall, he twisted so he didn't hit the jagged remains of a tree base, the once tall tree now on it's side a few feet away.
Spinning so he was leaning on his elbows, he brought his wand out pointing it towards where he knew the vampire would be decending upon him. His dark eyes watched as two glowing red orbs appeared, before there was a soft silver light. Not bright enough to hurt his eyes if he looked at it, but disorinting non-the-less. Then the light dimmed down to a much softer glow, encompassing a small figure.
He watched as the vampire halted mid-lunge, and dropped to his knees. He was mumbling "My Lord." Before the words got too jumbled to understand...at least for Tom. The one who appeared did seem to understand as the figure knealt before the vampire, placed a hand on his shoulder and murmured what Tom could only hear bits and pieces of.
The vampire turned and left, surprizing Tom as Vampires rarely ever stop their hunt.
"How did you do that?!" He demanded, as irrational anger flooded his mind. How could he, one of the most powerful wizards of all time not stop a simple vampire attack, while this figure just had to stand there.
The figure turned around, the soft silver glow of his skin seeming to heighten now that they were staring at each other full on. Green eyes stared into his darker orbs, emotionless, yet amused and also angry. It made no sense, Tom couldn't wrap his head around it. "I would be careful if I were you, Tom Marvolo Riddle. I have just saved your life. Horcrux or no, you are indebted to me." Tom ground his teeth realizing it was true. His anger did not dim, in fact it razed higher.
"And who do you think you are?!" He didn't even get another word out before the glow brightened and a soft 'whooshing' sound met Tom's ears before his eyes widened in awe.
"I would be careful to whom you take a tone with, Riddle!" he hissed, his wings flaring on either side of him. "You may insult someone who is not as forgiving as I. Being one of Fate's Favorites means nothing to my brethren."
Tom swallowed past the lump in his throat, and forced the next words out of his mouth. "I...apologize. I was unaware, am unaware of what you are."
Green eyes narrowed at him. "I have no intention on telling you who I am. I merely came here to save your life as a favor had been called upon."
"And I merely wish to know the identity of the one who saved my life from becoming forfeit." He mentally flinched at the words. "Or worse, becoming one of them."
Immediately Tom realized that it had been the wrong thing to say.
"And what do you have against Vampires?! They are the better race, stronger, faster, smarter. They can live for thousands upon thousands of years."
Tom felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He had managed to offend the being before him once more. Was he a vampire? The oldest...no that right was held by Marcus Corvinus. The head of the Coven he was attempting to appease. They had hosted the strange vampire that had been chasing him and they had dictated that the 'abomination' had to go. It was not a normal vampire by their means. So to gain their allegiance he was hunting it down.
Once again, he felt the bitter taste of his next words. "I apologize, I did not mean to offend you. I merely was stating that as a vampire, I would be stripped of most of my rights in my world."
This caught the being's attention. "How does the wizard population know of my Vampires? I told them to strictly to avoid your kind lest they be hunted down. Why were you after Zacharias?"
Tom saw the opportunity to gain information and took it. The Slytherin side of him raising his head as he realized that whoever-whatever-this being was, if he could get it on his side of the cause, it would be a massive benefit.
"But, how am I to give information out so freely, if I don't even know your name?" Green eyes narrowed at him, and for a split second he feared that he would be caught in the manipulation.
"Very well, but not here. The sun is rising, and I cannot be caught out in it's rays." Triumph soared through Tom, but the moment he tried to stand he suddenly remembered his ankle as it burned in denial of his standing. The being, upon realized his dilemma, knelt down. Silver fingers wrapped around his ankle for the briefest moment before he pulled back, taking the warmth of the healing touch with him.
Tom managed to stand, his eyes widened as he looked from his ankle to the being. Who was in the sky, flapping his massive wings and offering a hand down to him. It was here that Tom realized that he was not wearing a robe as he'd originally thought. No, he was wearing a black toga.
He did not take the hand, no, he reached past and gripped the forearm. He did not see the green eyes roll at him, as the next minute he was blinded by that silver light once more.
When Tom's vision finally returned to him, the first thing he noticed was a wall, covered in shelves and upon those shelves were clay figurines, some human, others animals. He wanted to stare at them, but his attention had been caught upon the being who brought him here. "Where am I, where have you brought me?"
"I brought you to my lands. This is an area accessible only if I wish it. No one can enter, we are safe here."
"That doesn't answer..."
"I am well aware, but I am already taking a massive risk doing this. You want to know who I am? My name is Harrison. God of the Moon, Lord of the Night, and Keeper of the Stars." Tom's mask broke into one of shock.
A….God? Then he remembered, the Gods and Goddesses of old, he recalled learning about them back before he found out he was a wizard. He'd always been fascinated with the Moon God as well, ironically enough.
"Why did you help me?" Why would a god interfere with, as much as he loathed to say it, Mortals?
"I have already answered that question. I owed a favor to Fate, and she requested me to save you, from your foolish mistake. But I am now concerned that I may owe her another as she has helped me once again. What do you know about Vampires?" He demanded.
"Why do you care about the Vampires?" Harrison blinked.
"I forget my sister has you all so uninformed. Fine, I shall give you a short version. When we Gods were born, we discovered a clay bank. The only one in the world. It was the Clay of Creation. Each God and Goddess were given a portion of the clay, permission to create whatever we wanted. It was my sister, Hermione, the Goddess of the sun who created the human race. And many of the 'gentle' creatures. Such as the cattle, and a few others. We are twins, so I altered many of her creations." He gestured to the wall behind him. Tom's eyes stared at the wall with the clay figures on it once more. "I created the Vampires, the Werewolves. Wolves and such."
Tom never felt like such an idiot. He had, to the God's eye, insulted his very own creation in front of him. Then he realized something. "You claimed that you did not wish for the Vampires to show themselves to the wizarding world. But we know of your vampires."
"No you do not. That is why I asked you. What do you know about Vampires."
"My world believe they came about a different way. Alexander Corvinus was infected with some strange disease and instead of dying, he became immortal. He-"
"I am well aware of Alex, Riddle."
"Then you know of his two sons, One bitten by bat, one by wolf?" Harrison's eyes widened.
"No. I did not." Tom could feel the silent threat to keep talking in order to get any more of his answers.
"The bites mutated them, making two creatures, one that fed off blood and the other on flesh."
"What do they look like?"
"Vampires look normal, but the wolves were...unnatural looking, like wolves with human bodies almost. They also were stuck in that form, never to appear human again. It was not until later that a Wolf gave birth, having been pregnant when she had been bitten. She gave birth to a human, or well appearingly human child. He was able to turn upon the full moon into the wolf form of his mother. For a while, as far as I know, the vampires kept the child, naming him Lucian, and with him they created the Lycan race with his bite. The Vampires used them to guard their hold during the daylight hours. I am unsure of what happened, I have been told that Lucian sparked a revolt, leading his brethren into freedom, causing a war that has lasted for centuries.
"But, according to one of the clan's leaders, Lucian has been killed and the vampires are hunting the last of the Lycans down to this day." Tom finally fell silent at the God's glare. Not directed at him, but at the wall behind him. His wings were twitching angerly behind him, flaring out into their full span at one point as he'd taken to pacing around. Tom remained silent.
"I have not been tending to the night as I should have been. I have been far too distracted as of late. This stops now." He growled.
Tom blinked. "I thought you pulled the moon across the sky every night." Harrison blinked, his anger momentarily forgotten.
His green eyes bore into his obsidian black eyes. "No. That is the Greek personification of me. I am not limited to any nation or religion. I simply am."
"What are you going to do now?"
"Find out everything I am able. For payment of your information, I give you this." A piece of silver parchment appeared in front of him. Floating in front of him until his fingers wrapped around it. "Within it you will find the location of a coven. It is not my strongest, but they are upon my most reliable. My first child is within that coven. Take this," Another roll of parchment appeared, this one bound by a black ribbon, with a moonstone chunk engraved into the crescent upon it. "Do not open it. Hand it to the leader of the coven. And finally." A pendent appeared, a sliver chain linked together to hold the exact same moonstone moon. "It will keep you save from my creations. They will smell it on you and will not harm you. This is all I can do."
"Why is that?" Tom asked, looping the chain around his neck, surprised that he could barely feel it around his neck.
"My involvement could possible start a war. I might have already done too much in doing this."
"A war is already on the rise, though."
Harrison turned his acidic eyes to him. "No. A war among the Gods and Goddess. There is a lot of attention upon your actions. The outcome will dictate a choice. I offer up a single bit of advice. You already have two horcruxes. Do not make more, for you will loose yourself and your visions. But it is your choice. Now. I shall send you back to your camp."
The next thing Tom knew, he was waking up in his bed within his tent. He wondered if it had been a dream, but the feel of the chain against his neck told him otherwise. Looking down at the ring upon his finger he decided that seven would be too much. He will not make anymore, and hide his diary away. Looking at the parchments upon his bedside table, he nodded to himself and started packing up his items.
Tom was going to Italy, it seemed.
soooo...I just might continue this...