Fealion: Hello all! This is the second chapter of Avada; YAAAAAAY!
?: Well you're a strange Sheela now ain't ya?
Fealion: You aren't supposed to be here yet!
?: M'not?
Fealion: NO! Now go get Vasya and tell him to get his Russian ass in here so that he can do the disclaimer!
?: A'ight a'ight! Get up me why don' ya? VAS! The lil' Sheela here wants you!
Vasya: Yes?
Fealion: Could you please do the disclaimer and then go kick his ass?
Vasya: Of kourse; DISKLAIMER: Fealion does not own Harrie Potter or any of the kharakters—aside from me and the Aussie that is.
Fealion: I would like to thank:
Softmouse: Yes you were the first reviewer. Bribery works A LOT better than bugging ya know?
Madd Girl: Thank you; hopefully you will like this chapter as well.
(If I offend anybody with how I write accents I apologize in advance)
Harry crept down the street of Privet Drive, careful to keep to the shadows as he came upon number four. Going to the rock where he had stashed the spare key he gently picked it up, letting out a soft sigh of relief as he saw that the key was still there. Quietly he unlocked the door and put the key back into its place, remembering to take his shoes off before they could mar the pristine condition of Aunt Petunia's kitchen floors—he really didn't want to clean them by licking up all of the dirt again.
Silently he thanked whatever deity that was looking out for him as he noticed his cupboard was unlocked as well, silently slipping inside and changing his clothes hurriedly, making sure to stash the package that Vasya had given him just before he left underneath a loose floor board underneath his tiny cot.
Making his way back to the kitchen Harry gathered the necessary ingredients to start cooking breakfast, quietly humming to himself as the scent of bacon wafted up the stairs, which in turn woke up the two tubs of lard and horse-faced stick that he had the distinct displeasure of calling 'family'. As per usual the horse came down half-asleep, wildly swinging a bat in every direction as she tried to fend off the 'intruder'. Thankfully she only managed to hit the stool he was standing on to reach the stove, WITHOUT dragging flaming bacon grease down after him.
The two tubs of lard came in shortly after; Lard Jr. panting slightly from the amount of energy it took to climb down the stairs this early in the morning. Lard Sr. glared at him as he made some toast and pulled the orange juice out of the fridge, carefully pouring them all a glass and making sure the hash browns were browned to perfection before retreating into a corner. Swiftly he ate his slice of bread, moving to take the empty plates off the table and placing them into the sink, hurriedly doing the dishes and disappearing inside his cupboard before Lard Sr. could try and add to the 'injuries' from yesterday.
He should have known that his luck would run out.
He had been lying on his bed for maybe an hour when the door burst open and he was slammed against the hallway wall and pinned there by a large meaty hand wrapped around his throat, a low growl letting him know that it was Lard Sr.
"Did anyone see you last night?"
"*gasp*…N-no!"
"What about this morning?"
"No-*gasp*nobody saw me I swear!"
"You had better not be lying boy.
Your aunt and I are going into London today with Dudley; Marge wants to take him on a boat cruise down the Thames. We will be gone until noon tomorrow, and I SWEAR that if ANYTHING is missing, broken or dirty you won't see the outside of your closet until SNOW FALL!
Do you understand?"
Frantically Harry nodded, gasping even as he was thrown back into his cupboard, desperately trying to bring lungful's of air into his oxygen deprived system. He was dimly aware of loud voices as Marge walked in the door, a canopy of loud bangs, voices and wails following as they enticed Dudley away from the TV with promises of the biggest sundae they could find once they were in London. Harry was finally able to control his breathing as the front door slammed shut, silence engulfing the house in a heavy blanket.
Harry waited for a while in the silence, wanting to make absolutely sure that they were gone before he shimmied underneath his bed to retrieve the package, bouncing with a previously unknown anticipation as he carefully unwrapped it. Staring in wonder at the small trunk that Vasya had pulled from his pocket last night, it took a while for Harry to notice the envelope attached to the underside of the wrapping.
Carefully he opened it, staring at the elegant cursive with misted eyes, moved more than he was willing to admit that the vampire would give something to him after only one night of knowing him and at the same time angered that it took the kindness of a perfect stranger for him to feel like he belonged. Clearing his vision with a shake of his head he started to read, giggling softly as the man's rambling style of writing made itself apparent.
Dear Harry,
I know that you can handle yourself, but this is in case you get hurt again like you did last night. The paste will heal bruises and cuts in half the time they would take to heal on their own, the red potion is to replenish any blood you may lose, the weird looking green (I call it a light sea-green, but it seems that everyone born after 1934 is content with calling it a weird looking green) potion is to rapidly heal broken bones and the canary yellow one is to help you fight off infections more quickly.
Oh! Before I forget the pendant you'll find in the middle drawer will help you become invisible for a short amount of time; figured it might come in handy for you (it becomes invisible to other people's eyes unless you want them to see it once you put it on). I have to go now; you would think that with all the advancements in magic they'd at least invent a charm that would let us Vampires go out in the sun!
Until July 31st,
Vasya Pajari
Harry smiled as he took out the pendant; a roaring bears head made out of gold on a thin chain, with ruby eyes that twinkled in the faint light from the crack in the doorway. Reverently he put it on, overwhelmed that his FIRST present EVER was something so—beautiful.
Harry couldn't wait until his birthday.
—One Month Later—
Harry flew through the street of Privet Drive, a rotund blonde boy following after him with all the agile capabilities of a freight train. Dodging some of the other inhabitants of the neighborhood the small boy shot into the park, only stopping as he broke through the first row of trees. Plastering his body against the trunk of a tree the boy clutched a previously unnoticed golden pendant tightly in one tiny fist, waiting with baited breath as the blonde boy neared his hiding place, unused to the physical exertion he subjected himself to as he chased the smaller boy.
"W-*wheeze*where are you*cough* FREAK!"
The large boy searched for his elusive prey for a while longer, moving through the undergrowth with all the subtle grace of an irate rhinoceros. Soon he grew tired of searching for something that wasn't plainly obvious to him—never mind that he had passed the smaller boys hiding place 5 times already—and turned to head home, though he couldn't help but toss a parting comment over his shoulder.
"I hope you like living outside for a week FREAK!"
The smaller boy sneered to himself; like that would make him go back to that hellish hole.
'I would rather be bitten by a werewolf than go back to live with YOU.'
The past month had been horrid; from 'purposely' getting a higher grade than Dudley on their spelling test (black eye; broken arm), 'making' Mrs. Figg go on an impromptu anniversary trip to the Canary Islands ( whipping; three knife wounds), 'Influencing' the prospective client Vernon had been trying to woo to Grunnings to choose their competitor at the last minute (whipping, pseudo-drowning, no food for nearly a week) to 'giving' Aunt Marge's dog a bad piece of meat that it died from a few days later(3 broken ribs, multiple bruising, a black eye, mild concussion and a dislocated shoulder).
The real kicker though was the discovery of the box that Vasya had given him during one of the few times that Vernon raided his roomto make sure that he hadn't stolen anything. If Harry had thought that Vernon's anger was bad when he discovered the box, it was nothing compared to his explosion of rage when a white faced Petunia told him exactly WHAT the funny looking bottles were. His only saving grace was that he had been weeding the garden when an irate "FREAK!" sounded from inside, a purple faced monstrosity banging the door open and throwing the box after Harry before trying to lunge after him himself. Harry had sprung over his uncle before grabbing the box and making a run for it, thankful that the box could shrink on its own as he stuck it into a pocket, narrowly avoiding getting tackled by Dudley as he raced past.
Sighing Harry stretched as he exited his hiding spot, squinting to determine the position of the sun and which direction he should go before he turned left, striking out in the approximate direction of the lake. Slowly he made his way through the woods, managing to find the tree they had slept against just as the sun set in an inferno of orange light. Harry watched the waters of the lake for a while, his idle six year old mind wondering; just how many of the fairy tales and legends were true? So deep was he in thought that he didn't notice the slight displacement of shadow or the figure that crept up behind him; until he was swooped into a crushing bear hug that is.
"*gmph!* W-what the—? VASYA!"
Said vampire laughed loudly, grinning at Harry's attempts to wiggle out of his grasp.
"Put me down! Put me down you—you albino tick!"
Laughter sounded off to the right of their one sided hug and Harry managed to turn his head enough to look at the stranger out of the corner of his eye as he continued his useless fight to break the Russian Vampires grip; this must be the friend that Vasya asked if he could bring.
This new vampire was on the opposite spectrum of the Russian; long onyx hair flowed down to mid-back and was kept out of a lightly tanned face with high cheekbones and strong jaw by two thin braids that started at mid-temple and joined at the back of his head, the end tied off with a small black band. Dark, brooding eyebrows overshadowed twin red-orange orbs that were bright with mirth, broad shoulders shaking in unrestrained laughter. His stonewash jeans and black t-shirt did nothing to hide the sheer amount of muscle that the shorter vampire had managed to pack onto every inch of his frame; Harry absently wondered if he was a body builder when he was still human.
"I thin' ya betteh loosen ya grip there mate; wouldn' want your ankle biter ta faint befo'e we ev'n began now woul' we?"
Harry stopped struggling to stare at the dark vampire; he sounded like that Dundee character from that Down Under movie Dudley watched last week. Sticking his hand out for a shake the vampire gave a lopsided grin which showcased one abnormally large fang, his eyes dancing with enthusiasm.
"M'names Lachlan Ryan, but ya can call me Lan. Wha's your name?"
Harry stared a little longer before he seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head slightly before reaching out and gripping the others hand.
"My name is Harry; it's nice to meet you Lan."
"Ya got no las' name Harry?"
"*snort*More like I don't know it; whenever I ask my 'family' they either ignore me or backhand me and tell me not to ask questions."
Instantly Lan's eyes shifted into piercing rubies as he rounded on Vasya, though the Russian was able to cut him off before he began to speak.
"You KNOW vhy I vas not able tu take him avay Lakhlan; this is vhy ve MUST komplete the unbinding tunight!"
"*snort* 'Cause withou' it he hasn' got Buckley's(1)?"
"Exaktly."
"Root(2)…we're gonna do evrythin' ta help him, righ'?"
"Short of turning him intu Vampire? Absolutly."
"Th'n let's get started."
Setting Harry off to the side the two vampires got to work, moving with a single-minded intensity as they measured and carved an intricate circle into the earth before filling it in with powdered chalk, placing small bowls at the four 'corners' of the circle; burning oil for fire, blue calcite for air, dirt for earth, and water for—well; water. That completed the two vampires took up positions on opposite ends of the circle after placing Harry in the middle, chanting in low voices that gradually grew in power and strength as magic lazily flowed through the circle before invading Harry's very being with a bluish-white light.
Harry's back arched in pain as the magic from the circle attacked the binding on his core, white-hot lances of pain making him deaf and blind to anything other than the agony ripping through his body as the binding constricted around his core, trying to shut it down completely even as it was being destroyed. All at once the pain stopped as his magic flooded through his system, pushing out of him in a shockwave before settling into a grey-green 'flame' that extended five feet all around his body before withdrawing, leaving scorched grass and three prone figures in its wake. One by one they sat up, Harry groaning and holding his head as Lan stared at him in amazement before turning to Vasya excitedly.
"Well I'll be stuffed(3)! Did ya get a squizz(4) at tha' aura Vas!"
"*chuckle* Indeed I did; it vould seem that our little visard is more powerful than I thought."
"*groan*…..Vasya?"
"Yes Harrie?"
"Do you have a potion for headaches? I feel like I've been hit over the head with a skillet a couple of times."
"*chuckle* I vill see vhat I can do."
Vasya pulled another small chest out of his pocket, rummaging inside it for a bit before pulling out a dark grey potion and handing it to Harry, both vampires laughing as he pulled a face at the taste. Glaring at them Harry drank the rest of the potion in one gulp, shuddering in revulsion as it slithered down his throat before sighing with relief as the vice-like pressure settled into a dull throb.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"….Wh…wha' exac'ly is your home life like?"
"Lakhlan!"
"It's alright Vasya;…I would…rather that someone knew what was really going on behind closed doors than to disappear from existence the day that 'they' tire of me."
The two vampires stared at the hunched figure with surprise and concern; surely there was someone out there who was concerned about the boy!
"I don't know who my parents are or even what they look like; I didn't even know my bloody name until I got in trouble for not repeating it back to the teacher."
Here the slight boy gave a depreciative snort.
"Imagine; I thought my name was "Freak Boy" until the beginning of last school year. One of the first memories I have is of blinding pain as my aunt hit me over the head with a scalding frying pan because I cooked the bacon too long and burned it—I was three at the time.
I asked them once—about what happened to my parents—and do you know what they told me? They told me that they had died in a CAR CRASH and my father was a good for nothing drunk that brainwashed my mother into marrying him before they locked me in my cupboard for a month for daring to ask them a question.
In the one month between our meetings I have been, starved, whipped, held underwater to the point of drowning, an untold number of bruises, broken bones and given concussions so bad I literally could not remember who I was hours after receiving them and have numerous scars to prove it.
There is only one that I like out of all of them."
"…..Vich one is it Harrie?"
Slowly Harry lifted up one tiny, trembling hand to push back his hair from his forehead, revealing a pinkish scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
"This one."
1. no chance
2. used like "Fuck"
3. used to express surprise
4. look
Fealion: !
Lan: Umm; Fea?
Fealion: Yes Lan?
Lan: Why are ya laughin like tha'?
Fealion: Are you kidding? I just did a totally evil cliffhanger back there! Now people will have to review if they want more! *grins maniacally*