Disclaimer: I own only the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.
Authors Note: Here's chapter two. Enjoy! And much thanks to my beta Paladin Steelbreaker.
-Chapter Two-
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The townspeople of Hogsmeade quickly gathered around the magnificent castle. None of them dared to believe that Hogwarts herself had finally returned, but deep in their hearts they knew. Who hadn't heard about Hogwarts? About Harry Potter? About the Red Dragons? They were told as stories to children, a museum had been raised in their honour, a national holiday was held the week the Dark Lord Voldemort had been defeated.
All of them stepped back and waited with bated breath as the doors of the castle opened. Jaws dropped, some fainted and others were struck dumb when a group of people walked out. All of them were familiar to the Wizarding World. Paintings upon paintings had been made of these people, and there wasn't one single child who didn't know who was who.
"Hello." Harry said and smiled at the dumb-struck group. "Who is the mayor of Hogsmeade these days?"
"We don't have a... mayor, was it?" one person spoke up. "There hasn't been one for 5000 years."
"Alright then, who is the spokesperson?" Draco asked.
The people looked at each other, before the same man that had spoken before stepped forwards. "I am."
"And who are you?"
"Anthony Goldstein the V," the man replied. "Are you going to help us in the fight against this new Dark Demon?"
The Red Dragons raised an eyebrow at this name and looked at each other. Boy, these people needed help.
"It's Dark Lord - if the guy even deserves that title." Harry said calmly and went over to Goldstein. "Harry Potter, and these are the inner circle of the Red Dragons. Now, we're going to teach you and the whole town what we know so that you're ready for the attacks that are sure to come."
"But why? We're a peaceful people, we're not trained to fight." A woman spoke up.
"My dear, do you really think that this Dark Lord will take that into consideration? From what we know this man fights as if he had been born in our time, and that means that he doesn't care about peace and harmony and all that." Draco stepped up to the woman. "Do you have kids?"
"Yes, a girl and two boys."
"Well, then, imagine this. You come home after a nice day at work; no stress, the sky is blue as can be, the sun is shining. And when you enter your house you find your children killed in the worst possible way. Or better yet, they are waiting for you and cast the Imperious on you and force you to kill your own children and husband. I bet that none of you here have the ability to throw off the Imperius, or fight the Cruciatus. And believe me, those curses - and many more - are in frequent use during a war."
The woman looked sick and the people assembled looked grave. It was as if the fact that there was a war going on hadn't registered with them before now.
"What are we to do?" Goldstein asked his face pale.
"Listen to us. Let us teach you everything we know, starting from scratch. Don't be afraid to try new things, but don't act foolishly either. Come back to Hogwarts and fill her halls once again." Harry said and mentioned towards the castle. "Want to learn?"
"AYE!!!!" the cry went up.
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"Harry's so not going to like this."
"You already said that, and lets go and sit down. They are staring at us, and until we can figure out more about this time, we better keep low." Remus led them through the lively bar and to a corner far back in the room. They watched the young Muggles dance and enjoy themselves.
"Does Diagon Alley even exist these days?" Hermione asked and looked around trying to spot something magical. No luck.
"I dunno," replied Fred. "I had expected the Leaky Cauldron to be here millions of years from now on; it's like with Hogwarts, you know it's been around forever and you know it will stay around forever."
"Yes, but remember that Hogwarts moved with us to Avalon when we went into the Sleep. Perhaps that's the same thing with the Leaky Cauldron." George suggested. "Anyways, I think one of us should check out the back of this place just in case this Muggle-scenery isn't just a disguise."
Hermione shook her head in negative. "I assumed that our beloved pub was still there, perhaps run by a descendant of Tom."
"And we can't apparate into Diagon Alley, wherever it may lie these days." Remus continued. "Remember that after the war with Voldemort, Harry cast that anti-apparition ward on the whole place; pissed off lots of Dark Wizards, and foiled their plans it did."
"You're right," Fred sighed. "Well, here's what we're going to do. I'll check out the back of this place, George take upstairs, Remus this floor and Hermione mingle with the Muggles. All of you keep your ears and eyes wide open, preferably cast the Panoptes Charm on yourselves."
"Argos!" Hermione whispered pointing her wand under the table at the other three. "It's done," she said after pointing it at herself.
"Alright, lets go. And good luck." Fred began to check out the wall at the back of the pub, knowing that it was this way the previous passage to Diagon Alley had been placed.
George smiled, muttered 'luck' and sneaked off upstairs after casting a notice-me-not spell on himself. Remus nodded to Hermione before sneaking off as well. The bushy-haired woman sighed and began to mingle with the Muggles.
Harry really wasn't going to like this.
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Harry smiled fondly as he passed the Potion classroom. Severus had set his students - for lack of a better word - to make a potion that a first year shouldn't have problems with. However, from what he could see two cauldrons had exploded, five melted, one just disappeared into thin air, and another sprouted legs and was currently running around the room being chased by Venatio.
"Enjoying yourself Severus?" he asked innocently.
The Potion Master glared. "Out Potter before I use your entrails for a potion." However, those black eyes were twinkling madly in amusement. The man really loved to see how far the Wizarding World had sunk, and he loved to shove it into their faces as well.
Harry shook his head, smiling. "Don't be too harsh on them, my friend."
"When have I ever been harsh on anyone?"
"You really want me to comment on that one?"
"No, not really." The tall man smirked and without turning to look at the room barked: "Get back to your potions or I'll keep you here for the next millennium doing some of the worst jobs I can come up with. And believe me, after 6000 years there are a lot of frogs that need to be cut open and lots of bubotubor puss that needs to be collected."
The green-eyed man chuckled watching the group hurriedly get back to their work. "Still haven't lost your sharp tongue, though that was rather blunt for you."
"As you said: don't be too harsh on them." Severus sighed, drew his wand and froze the running cauldron as it ran past him and towards the door of the room. A second later he had removed the legs as well. "Where's your wand boy?"
Venatio picked up his cauldron. "In my room."
"What will it take for you idiots to realise that we're on the brink of war?! Rule number one: keep your wand always by your side! Rule number two: if you forget rule number one you're as good as dead!"
Harry quickly retreated as Severus set off on one of his infamous lectures. But the man was right as usual. These people were too naïve for their own good. He shook his head.
'Poor bastards.' He thought to himself. 'They're even worse than Hufflepuff first-years.'
'That's why you're here Harry. You and the Red Dragons are going to teach them all that you know. I know of several that have great powers in the field of Occlumency and Legilimency. Others make wonderful Elementals, Pretenders and Profilers.' The voice replied.
'What about healers?' Harry asked. It felt kind of good to have the voice back in his head, he'd felt incomplete without it.
'They have those. That's about the only field that has progressed in 6000 years.'
'What about Aurors? And the Order of the Phoenix?'
'Don't get me started.'
'That bad?'
'Worse, but I won't ruin the surprise. Lets just say that you'll have literally a whole tonne to work with once those guys show up. Now, I think it's time for you to call out your animal allies.'
'Excellent idea, I wonder if Shadow's still around.' Harry's green eyes sparkled as he made his way from the dungeons to upper floors of the castle and towards the Headmaster office - which was currently his office.
'Believe it or not, he still is. Very old though, and a bit deaf as well, but he's alive.'
'Wonderful. I'll enjoy visiting him again.'
'Indeed. However, there's one thing I must do before you visit that ancient griffin.'
'And that is?' the Boy-Who-Lived asked curiously.
'Certain powers need to be unblocked.' At these words Harry felt himself slowly filled with power, like a cup with water, until it poured out of him as well. All through the castle people felt the wave caress them gently; the old ghosts of Hogwarts woke up from their sleep, the paintings yawned and stretched, every stone in the castle sang happily as the magic ran through it.
The wave continued outside, rolling over the green grounds and into the Forbidden Forest. Aragog of the Acromantula couldn't help but smile as the magic woke him from his nearly-dead state, the centaurs and unicorns looked up and started towards Hogwarts, small fairies and leprechauns came out of their hiding places and began to dance again through the trees. Everything woke to life once again. Even the Whomping Willow stretched its branches and took a couple of swipes.
And Harry? Harry felt as if he truly was coming home. His blood was singing, everything tingled deliciously, it was simply indescribable. He was literally glowing, an invisible wind blowing his cloak around him, and the Gryffindor Sword appeared at his side.
He grinned once everything was over. 'I think it's time for a certain few acquaintances of ours to make and appearance again.'
'Who? And have I ever told you how much I love it when you grin like that?'
Harry laughed. 'A certain king and a demon, and perhaps some new ones as well.'
'I really feel sorry for the Dark Idiot trying to take over. He won't know what hit him.'
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Eminor couldn't help but be amused by the looks they were getting. They were currently going through a village on their way to the capital, and every single Elf had come out to stare at them.
Nothing much had changed in the Elven kingdom since he last had been here, there were a few new trees, some old paths had been forgotten, but other than that everything was the same. Eminor could remember the time a 4000 year old Elf had visited the castle when he had been a boy. He had stared at the ancient creature - who didn't look more than twenty - and hadn't let the man out of his sight until his mother had locked him up in his room to study.
"Having fun, Your Highness?" Cassar asked in the human tongue. He himself seemed to have trouble keeping a smile off his face.
"No more than you," Eminor replied and let his smiled break through. "Even the trees are welcoming us home."
The other Elf smiled. "It calms me to walk amongst them again. The human world has her own good points, but she's young. Nothing can compare to Elven trees to calm ones soul, I've missed them."
"I know what you mean. The trees in Harry's world are only seedlings compared to these," Eminor gently put a hand on the trunk of an old oak. The tree's branches were almost touching the ground, the body nearly folded in half. As Eminor touched it, the tree slowly straightened to the amazement of the Elves that had followed them. None of them could do that, only a true Elven king could make an old tree young again.
Just as the two of them walked out of the village, both heard a young child ask his mother: "Mummy, how did he do that? Who is he?"
"I am not sure, Eminor; but if legend is true then that was the Elf you were named after, king Eminor D'xin the III. The king who was close friends with a human."
"But didn't he disappear after one of the humans great battles?"
"He did," a deep male voice replied. "But it looks like he has returned to us."
Eminor didn't hear anything else as he and Cassar went out of earshot.
"Looks like you've become a legend, Your Highness." Cassar remarked.
"No, we have become legend." He smiled. "And it's all because we let Harry talk us into going to Sleep with him and the Red Dragons."
"I don't recall you protesting too much."
"Opposite to you who didn't even say a word during the whole conversation." Eminor remarked dryly.
"Hey, an Elf's got to do what an Elf's got to do."
"Now I know you've been friends with Harry for too long."
The two of them laughed happily, and skipped down the road like children.
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Athan looked around the inn while sipping from his tankard of blood. Ceauesceu was a popular place with the vampires of this time. He remembered the inn form the last time he had visited. It had been tiny, shabby and dark. While it was still shabby and dark, it wasn't as tiny anymore.
All around the place vampires of all ages sat. Some goblins sat in a corner, several hags had taken position at the table in the middle, and a group of dwarves were sitting not too far away from the fireplace. None of them paid any attention to the hooded man sitting in the darkest corner of the place. This was a place where no one asked questions, and where all weapons were put down. To attack someone in a Free Zone was the same as signing your own death.
"Will you be wantin' anythin'?" A waitresses that went past, strutting supposedly seductively, asked.
Athan let his eyes take in the sight. "Yes, I believe I do."
She smiled coyly. "An' exactly what would you be wantin'?" she leaned over the table, and he had a perfect view of her cleavage.
The vampire humoured her, before sticking his empty mug into her hands. "A new mug of Bloodbeer would be nice."
"I have an idea of what you might want more than that," the waitress let her hand creep up his black-clad leg.
"Sorry, love, but I'm an eunuch." Athan chuckled silently as she glared at him and hurried away. He hadn't actually thought that that line would work.
Just as the girl came back with his Bloodbeer, the door of the inn banged open and in came several cloaked people.
"Bloodbeer, woman!" the man at the front yelled to the waitress passing him. "Tonight there has been made a great decision in the vampire-world, and it deserves to be celebrated."
They sat down not too far from Athan, and he gladly listened to what they had to say. Most of it was just jabber about fellow acquaintances and who they had killed that night, but there was one sentence that caught his attention.
"So when do you suppose that Falx will give the order to attack the Muggles?" one asked.
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There, what do you think? Please review.
Argos/Panoptes: a shepherd from the Greek mythology who had eyes all over his body, and only slept with two of them closed at a time.
Thanks to:
athenakitty, GoldenEyesSilverWingDragon, chaser1, brion, JerseyGirl03, Challengemaster, SadieW, WolfMoon, Shadowed Chaos, WeasleyTwinsLover1112, SSSoaB, No, Wood is not a stick, Anthony R, Mr. Happy Java Man, gaul1, Rachel A. Prongs, ettedanreb, Lord Master Omega, Arizosa, insanechildfanfic, Tiger Eyes3, Jess16, Xyverz, Flame A. Dragon, King Akvar, zimagesto, Dragon Tamer47, Maxennce, Twilight Dusk, Arianne, CatatonicReaction, A fan, Artemis Starlight, blackunicorn, VB, kento, szelij and futagoakuna-tenshi01.
So far only brion and kento have guessed who the new Dark Lord is.
Authors Note: Here's chapter two. Enjoy! And much thanks to my beta Paladin Steelbreaker.
-Chapter Two-
.
The townspeople of Hogsmeade quickly gathered around the magnificent castle. None of them dared to believe that Hogwarts herself had finally returned, but deep in their hearts they knew. Who hadn't heard about Hogwarts? About Harry Potter? About the Red Dragons? They were told as stories to children, a museum had been raised in their honour, a national holiday was held the week the Dark Lord Voldemort had been defeated.
All of them stepped back and waited with bated breath as the doors of the castle opened. Jaws dropped, some fainted and others were struck dumb when a group of people walked out. All of them were familiar to the Wizarding World. Paintings upon paintings had been made of these people, and there wasn't one single child who didn't know who was who.
"Hello." Harry said and smiled at the dumb-struck group. "Who is the mayor of Hogsmeade these days?"
"We don't have a... mayor, was it?" one person spoke up. "There hasn't been one for 5000 years."
"Alright then, who is the spokesperson?" Draco asked.
The people looked at each other, before the same man that had spoken before stepped forwards. "I am."
"And who are you?"
"Anthony Goldstein the V," the man replied. "Are you going to help us in the fight against this new Dark Demon?"
The Red Dragons raised an eyebrow at this name and looked at each other. Boy, these people needed help.
"It's Dark Lord - if the guy even deserves that title." Harry said calmly and went over to Goldstein. "Harry Potter, and these are the inner circle of the Red Dragons. Now, we're going to teach you and the whole town what we know so that you're ready for the attacks that are sure to come."
"But why? We're a peaceful people, we're not trained to fight." A woman spoke up.
"My dear, do you really think that this Dark Lord will take that into consideration? From what we know this man fights as if he had been born in our time, and that means that he doesn't care about peace and harmony and all that." Draco stepped up to the woman. "Do you have kids?"
"Yes, a girl and two boys."
"Well, then, imagine this. You come home after a nice day at work; no stress, the sky is blue as can be, the sun is shining. And when you enter your house you find your children killed in the worst possible way. Or better yet, they are waiting for you and cast the Imperious on you and force you to kill your own children and husband. I bet that none of you here have the ability to throw off the Imperius, or fight the Cruciatus. And believe me, those curses - and many more - are in frequent use during a war."
The woman looked sick and the people assembled looked grave. It was as if the fact that there was a war going on hadn't registered with them before now.
"What are we to do?" Goldstein asked his face pale.
"Listen to us. Let us teach you everything we know, starting from scratch. Don't be afraid to try new things, but don't act foolishly either. Come back to Hogwarts and fill her halls once again." Harry said and mentioned towards the castle. "Want to learn?"
"AYE!!!!" the cry went up.
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"Harry's so not going to like this."
"You already said that, and lets go and sit down. They are staring at us, and until we can figure out more about this time, we better keep low." Remus led them through the lively bar and to a corner far back in the room. They watched the young Muggles dance and enjoy themselves.
"Does Diagon Alley even exist these days?" Hermione asked and looked around trying to spot something magical. No luck.
"I dunno," replied Fred. "I had expected the Leaky Cauldron to be here millions of years from now on; it's like with Hogwarts, you know it's been around forever and you know it will stay around forever."
"Yes, but remember that Hogwarts moved with us to Avalon when we went into the Sleep. Perhaps that's the same thing with the Leaky Cauldron." George suggested. "Anyways, I think one of us should check out the back of this place just in case this Muggle-scenery isn't just a disguise."
Hermione shook her head in negative. "I assumed that our beloved pub was still there, perhaps run by a descendant of Tom."
"And we can't apparate into Diagon Alley, wherever it may lie these days." Remus continued. "Remember that after the war with Voldemort, Harry cast that anti-apparition ward on the whole place; pissed off lots of Dark Wizards, and foiled their plans it did."
"You're right," Fred sighed. "Well, here's what we're going to do. I'll check out the back of this place, George take upstairs, Remus this floor and Hermione mingle with the Muggles. All of you keep your ears and eyes wide open, preferably cast the Panoptes Charm on yourselves."
"Argos!" Hermione whispered pointing her wand under the table at the other three. "It's done," she said after pointing it at herself.
"Alright, lets go. And good luck." Fred began to check out the wall at the back of the pub, knowing that it was this way the previous passage to Diagon Alley had been placed.
George smiled, muttered 'luck' and sneaked off upstairs after casting a notice-me-not spell on himself. Remus nodded to Hermione before sneaking off as well. The bushy-haired woman sighed and began to mingle with the Muggles.
Harry really wasn't going to like this.
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Harry smiled fondly as he passed the Potion classroom. Severus had set his students - for lack of a better word - to make a potion that a first year shouldn't have problems with. However, from what he could see two cauldrons had exploded, five melted, one just disappeared into thin air, and another sprouted legs and was currently running around the room being chased by Venatio.
"Enjoying yourself Severus?" he asked innocently.
The Potion Master glared. "Out Potter before I use your entrails for a potion." However, those black eyes were twinkling madly in amusement. The man really loved to see how far the Wizarding World had sunk, and he loved to shove it into their faces as well.
Harry shook his head, smiling. "Don't be too harsh on them, my friend."
"When have I ever been harsh on anyone?"
"You really want me to comment on that one?"
"No, not really." The tall man smirked and without turning to look at the room barked: "Get back to your potions or I'll keep you here for the next millennium doing some of the worst jobs I can come up with. And believe me, after 6000 years there are a lot of frogs that need to be cut open and lots of bubotubor puss that needs to be collected."
The green-eyed man chuckled watching the group hurriedly get back to their work. "Still haven't lost your sharp tongue, though that was rather blunt for you."
"As you said: don't be too harsh on them." Severus sighed, drew his wand and froze the running cauldron as it ran past him and towards the door of the room. A second later he had removed the legs as well. "Where's your wand boy?"
Venatio picked up his cauldron. "In my room."
"What will it take for you idiots to realise that we're on the brink of war?! Rule number one: keep your wand always by your side! Rule number two: if you forget rule number one you're as good as dead!"
Harry quickly retreated as Severus set off on one of his infamous lectures. But the man was right as usual. These people were too naïve for their own good. He shook his head.
'Poor bastards.' He thought to himself. 'They're even worse than Hufflepuff first-years.'
'That's why you're here Harry. You and the Red Dragons are going to teach them all that you know. I know of several that have great powers in the field of Occlumency and Legilimency. Others make wonderful Elementals, Pretenders and Profilers.' The voice replied.
'What about healers?' Harry asked. It felt kind of good to have the voice back in his head, he'd felt incomplete without it.
'They have those. That's about the only field that has progressed in 6000 years.'
'What about Aurors? And the Order of the Phoenix?'
'Don't get me started.'
'That bad?'
'Worse, but I won't ruin the surprise. Lets just say that you'll have literally a whole tonne to work with once those guys show up. Now, I think it's time for you to call out your animal allies.'
'Excellent idea, I wonder if Shadow's still around.' Harry's green eyes sparkled as he made his way from the dungeons to upper floors of the castle and towards the Headmaster office - which was currently his office.
'Believe it or not, he still is. Very old though, and a bit deaf as well, but he's alive.'
'Wonderful. I'll enjoy visiting him again.'
'Indeed. However, there's one thing I must do before you visit that ancient griffin.'
'And that is?' the Boy-Who-Lived asked curiously.
'Certain powers need to be unblocked.' At these words Harry felt himself slowly filled with power, like a cup with water, until it poured out of him as well. All through the castle people felt the wave caress them gently; the old ghosts of Hogwarts woke up from their sleep, the paintings yawned and stretched, every stone in the castle sang happily as the magic ran through it.
The wave continued outside, rolling over the green grounds and into the Forbidden Forest. Aragog of the Acromantula couldn't help but smile as the magic woke him from his nearly-dead state, the centaurs and unicorns looked up and started towards Hogwarts, small fairies and leprechauns came out of their hiding places and began to dance again through the trees. Everything woke to life once again. Even the Whomping Willow stretched its branches and took a couple of swipes.
And Harry? Harry felt as if he truly was coming home. His blood was singing, everything tingled deliciously, it was simply indescribable. He was literally glowing, an invisible wind blowing his cloak around him, and the Gryffindor Sword appeared at his side.
He grinned once everything was over. 'I think it's time for a certain few acquaintances of ours to make and appearance again.'
'Who? And have I ever told you how much I love it when you grin like that?'
Harry laughed. 'A certain king and a demon, and perhaps some new ones as well.'
'I really feel sorry for the Dark Idiot trying to take over. He won't know what hit him.'
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Eminor couldn't help but be amused by the looks they were getting. They were currently going through a village on their way to the capital, and every single Elf had come out to stare at them.
Nothing much had changed in the Elven kingdom since he last had been here, there were a few new trees, some old paths had been forgotten, but other than that everything was the same. Eminor could remember the time a 4000 year old Elf had visited the castle when he had been a boy. He had stared at the ancient creature - who didn't look more than twenty - and hadn't let the man out of his sight until his mother had locked him up in his room to study.
"Having fun, Your Highness?" Cassar asked in the human tongue. He himself seemed to have trouble keeping a smile off his face.
"No more than you," Eminor replied and let his smiled break through. "Even the trees are welcoming us home."
The other Elf smiled. "It calms me to walk amongst them again. The human world has her own good points, but she's young. Nothing can compare to Elven trees to calm ones soul, I've missed them."
"I know what you mean. The trees in Harry's world are only seedlings compared to these," Eminor gently put a hand on the trunk of an old oak. The tree's branches were almost touching the ground, the body nearly folded in half. As Eminor touched it, the tree slowly straightened to the amazement of the Elves that had followed them. None of them could do that, only a true Elven king could make an old tree young again.
Just as the two of them walked out of the village, both heard a young child ask his mother: "Mummy, how did he do that? Who is he?"
"I am not sure, Eminor; but if legend is true then that was the Elf you were named after, king Eminor D'xin the III. The king who was close friends with a human."
"But didn't he disappear after one of the humans great battles?"
"He did," a deep male voice replied. "But it looks like he has returned to us."
Eminor didn't hear anything else as he and Cassar went out of earshot.
"Looks like you've become a legend, Your Highness." Cassar remarked.
"No, we have become legend." He smiled. "And it's all because we let Harry talk us into going to Sleep with him and the Red Dragons."
"I don't recall you protesting too much."
"Opposite to you who didn't even say a word during the whole conversation." Eminor remarked dryly.
"Hey, an Elf's got to do what an Elf's got to do."
"Now I know you've been friends with Harry for too long."
The two of them laughed happily, and skipped down the road like children.
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Athan looked around the inn while sipping from his tankard of blood. Ceauesceu was a popular place with the vampires of this time. He remembered the inn form the last time he had visited. It had been tiny, shabby and dark. While it was still shabby and dark, it wasn't as tiny anymore.
All around the place vampires of all ages sat. Some goblins sat in a corner, several hags had taken position at the table in the middle, and a group of dwarves were sitting not too far away from the fireplace. None of them paid any attention to the hooded man sitting in the darkest corner of the place. This was a place where no one asked questions, and where all weapons were put down. To attack someone in a Free Zone was the same as signing your own death.
"Will you be wantin' anythin'?" A waitresses that went past, strutting supposedly seductively, asked.
Athan let his eyes take in the sight. "Yes, I believe I do."
She smiled coyly. "An' exactly what would you be wantin'?" she leaned over the table, and he had a perfect view of her cleavage.
The vampire humoured her, before sticking his empty mug into her hands. "A new mug of Bloodbeer would be nice."
"I have an idea of what you might want more than that," the waitress let her hand creep up his black-clad leg.
"Sorry, love, but I'm an eunuch." Athan chuckled silently as she glared at him and hurried away. He hadn't actually thought that that line would work.
Just as the girl came back with his Bloodbeer, the door of the inn banged open and in came several cloaked people.
"Bloodbeer, woman!" the man at the front yelled to the waitress passing him. "Tonight there has been made a great decision in the vampire-world, and it deserves to be celebrated."
They sat down not too far from Athan, and he gladly listened to what they had to say. Most of it was just jabber about fellow acquaintances and who they had killed that night, but there was one sentence that caught his attention.
"So when do you suppose that Falx will give the order to attack the Muggles?" one asked.
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There, what do you think? Please review.
Argos/Panoptes: a shepherd from the Greek mythology who had eyes all over his body, and only slept with two of them closed at a time.
Thanks to:
athenakitty, GoldenEyesSilverWingDragon, chaser1, brion, JerseyGirl03, Challengemaster, SadieW, WolfMoon, Shadowed Chaos, WeasleyTwinsLover1112, SSSoaB, No, Wood is not a stick, Anthony R, Mr. Happy Java Man, gaul1, Rachel A. Prongs, ettedanreb, Lord Master Omega, Arizosa, insanechildfanfic, Tiger Eyes3, Jess16, Xyverz, Flame A. Dragon, King Akvar, zimagesto, Dragon Tamer47, Maxennce, Twilight Dusk, Arianne, CatatonicReaction, A fan, Artemis Starlight, blackunicorn, VB, kento, szelij and futagoakuna-tenshi01.
So far only brion and kento have guessed who the new Dark Lord is.