Disclaimer: I own Harry Potterand Blade and I'm King of the World too.
A/N:
Thanks for all the support and reviews for my first fic. And thks to my beta for pre-reading this for me.
And thks tojabarber69 for pointing out that little detail abt Harry's age and the serum. Honestly I did not think abt that part but I hope you all enjoy the explaination I gave I this Chapter.
As for Endermon's question, Yes the pairing has been decided been it won't be revealed till at least the 3rd installment ('offically' anyway) but if you can get a hint in the seach options for the charactor pairing (that will make it quite obvious I think) or the little hints I might drop here and there.
This chapter is alittle more abt history and set-up. Hope you like this chapter.
P.S. Chapter 5 is half done hope to publish it soon.
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It was pitch black. He couldn't see a thing but he could hear what was going on around him. He heard voices, a man and a woman. They were scared, terrified.
"Take Harry and run!"
Were they talking about him?
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me! Get Harry!"
There was a sound of someone running up some stairs followed by a door slamming open.
"AHHHHH!"
"JAMES!"
"Hello Lily." A cold voice came out of the darkness.
"Voldermort."
Harry felt a chill go through him.
"I have no use for you mudblood. Step aside."
"You won't hurt my son! Leave Harry alone!" The sound of spell fire hitting its target, and a pained voice snarling,
"I take no orders from a mudblood bitch like you. I'll make sure your boy won't be alone for long. He'll join you soon enough. After you die! Avada Kedevra!"
There was a green flash followed by a blood curding scream.
---- Leaky Caldron – Harry's Room ----
"Harry!"
Harry's eyes snapped open. He sat up in bed, forehead was glistening with sweat.
"Hare-bear, you okay?" Crystal asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine; it's been awhile since I dreamt about the night my parents died."
"Almost a year and a half I think. I remember walking in on you and you throwing me out of your room."
"Literally"
"Two more feet and I would have rolled down the stairs."
"But it was different this time." Harry said after they shared a light laugh.
"What'd you mean?"
"Last time it ended with just a scream, my mother but this time there was a bright green flash. Then the scream." He explained.
Crystal frowned, "I don't know what to say Hare-bear."
"It's ok Crystal." He wiped the sweat off his brow, "So where's Whistler and Hagrid?"
"Probably got so pissed drunk they're still downstairs."
"Then Out. I want to get changed."
"Aww. C'mon Hare-bear. Not Like I haven't seen you in just your boxers." She teased.
"OUT!"
Crystal stuck her tongue out at him and left his room.
A few minutes later, Harry appeared downstairs dressed in black jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt which would have showed his defined figure if it weren't for the waist length leather coat he was wearing.
He saw Crystal sitting at the bar dressed in high-heeled boots, blue denim skirt and white blouse ignoring some guy trying to pick her up.
He just walked up to her and ignored the guy, "Hey Crystal."
"Hey Harry."
"Oi! I was talking to the lady." Harry just turned to the guy and gave him a cold stare, causing the man to shudder, though he stood his ground till Tom appeared behind the counter.
"Morning Mr. Potter. Anything I can get for you?"
"Har.. Harry Pot… Potter." He quickly searched Harry's forehead for the infamous lighting bolt scar and found part of it partially hidden by his hair. He quickly turned and ran stumbling on his own feet as he ran.
Crystal giggled, "Aw. Thanks Hare-bear, that guy was getting on my nerves."
"No problem Crystal. And I'll take a cup of coffee with milk and two sugars, Tom."
"So where are Whistler and Hagrid?" He asked.
"No idea where Hagrid is, Whistler's in his room. Apparently they did drink themselves piss drunk even though Hagrid was on 'official' Hogwarts business with whatever he was hiding. According to Tom, they stopped drinking around three then Hagrid put Whistler to bed and left."
"Let's hit the bookshop then."
"Then can we hit that robe shop later? I want to get some robes for myself. Please Hare-bear?" She gave him the same puppy-dog eyes she gave him yesterday.
Harry just sighed, "I'm so whipped…"
---- Diagon Alley – Flourish and Blotts Bookstore ----
"Ah. Welcome back Mr. Potter. Not that I don't appreciate the return visit but I thought you bought all your school books yesterday." Said the manger.
"Yes, well I decided to see if there were any other books that might pique my interest."
"Of course, anything in particular you're looking for?"
"Maybe stuff on self-defense, offensive and defensive magic and stuff like that."
"Harry, maybe you can get a couple of your more advanced school books." Crystal suggested.
"Well for starters I would suggest this 'The Beginners Guide to Dueling'." He pulled out a medium sized red hard-cover book, "Though I don't see why a first year would need this."
"Personal reasons." Harry answered innocently.
"Well, alright then I suppose. I would also recommend…"
---- Leaky Caldron – Whistler's Room ----
Whistler strapped Harry to the chair he was sitting in.
"Harry I don't like this. You're taking larger doses of the serum than we ever thought, you weren't suppose to ever reach 15mg before you hit twenty but you're already at 20mg now."
"So what is there about it old man?"
"At the rate you're going the serum will kill you instead of hold off the thirst."
"So what do you propose?"
"I can try looking for someone to make a new serum or the wizard's equivalent. But short term… maybe we should go back to blood like we did before we had the serum."
"No!" Harry said rather forcefully, "I won't go back to that. Even if I were on the brink of death I would not feed on a human."
"I'm not talking about hunting and forcing yourself on someone!" He screwed on the cap of the serum vial tighter than needed, "I'm talking about what those suckheads do, donated blood and such. I'm sure we can get our hands on some."
"Are you listening to yourself old man or are you going senile!" Harry would have stood up if he was strapped down, "You want to do what those suckheads do."
"I KNOW! You think I want to do this? Damn it kid, look at you, you're almost as strong as a full grown average human male. And your thirst is just as intense if not more so than a fully mature vampire."
Harry just remained silent. He knew it was true, he had matured faster than Whistler or any of his contacts at the time (he suspected this Professor Dumbledore was one of them) had anticipated.
When he was an infant, simple baby formula worked till he was about eighteen months old, then they started to mix blood in with his formula till he was about two. After that, they started feeding him nothing but blood. Well not completely, he was fed normal foods but he still needed blood. The problem was that always being fed on blood made it hard for Harry to fight off the thirst when there were fresh sources of blood near-by; he almost attacked Whistler once and later a woman on the street.
Then one of Whistler's contacts, a blood specialist, was able to create a serum that held the thirst at bay. But the drawback was that the combination of chemicals in the serum caused him to go into convulsions.
But they didn't have much of a choice. While Harry's blood could support his body better than a normal vampire's supported its own, he still needed human blood, especially if he had to recover from any major injuries.
What no one counted on was his rapid development, they had hoped that they would have developed a new serum before the dosage of the current one got to dangerous levels. But they didn't get very far before a pack of vampires attacked their hide-out, killing everyone in there and destroying all the data on the serum.
"We'll deal with that later. Now get on with it."
Whistler placed a mouth guard in Harry's mouth, grabbed his right hand and stuck the needle into the side of his neck. Harry threw his head back, gritted his teeth, then suddenly slumped forward breathing hard.
"There has got to be a less painful way." Whistler was about to say some thing but Harry interrupted him, "Other then going back to drinking blood."
"We'll see. Anyways we should be heading out, there's a place near the river."
"The usual then?"
"Yup."
---- London River Warehouse District ----
The warehouse Harry, Crystal and Whistler were currently looking at was next to the river, with similar dimensions as the one back in the states, but it was completely empty.
"So what to you think about the place kid?"
"Not bad. About the same size as our place back in Manhattan, but there's only one office on the upper level that we can convert into a room." Harry commented.
"We can always get a contractor to come in and renovate this place." Crystal offered.
"What do you mean renovate? We moving our operations here permanently?" he asked.
"Not really. You see kid, you'll be spending most of the year here in England and well Crystal and me talked about it before we left the states, and thought that it would be a good idea to set-up shop here."
"But we'll still spend some time back in the states during your summer vacation and maybe during your Christmas break."
"Till then we've activated the Night Stalker cell back in the states to pick up the slack. We'll be looking into setting up a few cells here in England."
"My, you two sure have things figured out." Harry said sarcastically and folded his arm.
"Can't say we've figured everything out." Whistler ignored Harry's tone and lit a cigarette before carrying on, "So we'll still have to play things by ear and try to figure stuff out as they come."
"But till then?"
"We set-up the same shop we have back in the states. This is the first time you've hunted vampires outside of the U.S. and to complicate matters, you've got school and have to be a little more careful about which vampires you take out from now on."
"What'd you mean?"
"Well think about it kid, in the wizarding world people know about vampires and as far as I know while they aren't always well treated not all are blood thirty killers."
"I still say a suckhead is a suckhead."
"I do too kid but around here the wizarding vampires have a different set of rules and government, some of them even have magical powers like wizards and some unique to themselves."
"How do you know all this crap?" asked Harry who raised an eyebrow.
"It's called reading kid. I suggest you try it."
"Funny. Fine. What are you reading?"
"Just browsed through some stuff about law, culture, history and politics. Most of their stuff's pretty old and out of date, not up-dated since medieval time. Not to mention oppressive."
"What you mean?" Crystal asked, though she'd only seen Diagon Alley, there was nothing there to indicate that the wizarding world was oppressive or under some kind of dictatorship.
"Well some of there laws for non-humans, part-humans", he looks at Harry "and even non-magical people from magical families are rather oppressive like limiting their rights and prospects for jobs, and some are even outright slavery."
"That's horrible!" Crystal gasped.
"Yup. Haven't seen anything so blatant since before the civil war when the South still kept slaves."
"Well I hate to end this pleasant conversation, but how about we move our stuff into our rooms, grab some lunch, then grab the rest of the gear from wherever this old fart" Crystal jerks her thumb at Whistler, "had them moved to and set up shop."
After Lunch the gang took a cab to another warehouse district where their equipment from the states was being stored. They arranged for the stuff to be shipped to several other locations where over the next few days, they would pick it up under aliases or have others do the job so as to reduce the chances of being traced back to their England Hideout.
The first thing they set-up was the security system. Motion sensors, close circuit cameras, pressure pads, laser trip lines, heat sensors and automated locking locks made the warehouse a miniature, less barricaded Fort Knox. With much less gold too.
"Whistler, think I can practice some of the magic dueling I've studied?"
"Doubt it. According to some of the laws I've read they have a thing about magic out of school whiles you're still underage and according to that little piece of legislation you have to be seventeen to be of age."
"Fuck. Any way around it?"
"No ideas yet but Crystal is checking through a couple more books and stuff. We have to add in some security for magical intruders anyway."
As luck would have it after a couple of days Crystal was able to find, through Gringotts, a wizarding company to set-up a few wards for them which would prevent apparation and disapparation as well as portkeys. They were even able to get them to put up wards to allow Harry to practice magic without being detected, all with client confidentiality of course.
With the wards in place Harry was free to practice some of the spells and dueling techniques in the books he purchased.
"Here Harry I got this for you so you can keep in touch with us." She handed Harry a black cell-phone. "It's got a full-colour screen, stylist, built-in camera and mike and you can send e-mails to us." She explained proudly.
Harry just sighed sadly and handed it back to Crystal, "It won't work Crystal. Electronic devices won't work in areas of high magical concentration."
"Are you sure?" She asked sadly.
"Yup. Read it while going through 'Hogwarts A History'. We'll have to use Hedwig to deliver letters between us but I think we may have to get another owl cause I'm not too sure if she'd like to deliver that many letters."
"Oh alright… but I'm not going to give up till I beat this and make this work." Crystal said determinedly.
"If anyone can do it, you can Chris."
Late in the afternoon, the day before Harry was supposed to head off to the train station, Crystal woke up to the sound of someone calling from the entrance on the first level.
"Ello! Anyone 'ere?"
She went down to see who was there and found Hagrid poking his head through the regular size door on the main entrance of the warehouse.
"Hagrid what are you doing here?"
"Ello Crystal. Got a message from Whistler that yer'all moved here."
Harry and Crystal gave Hagrid a tour around the place, though they were careful to leave out a few minor details, mainly about their security and what and where they kept most of their weapons inventory
"My, muggles sure make loads of amazing stuff." Hagrid commented.
"Muggles?" Harry asked rather confused and curious.
"Non-magic folk."
"Ah."
"Anyways where's Whistler?" Hagrid asked.
"Oh. He's locked away in his garage working on his new car. No idea what kind of car is it, old fart's not letting us even take a peek." Crystal huffed.
"Hagrid care to join us for dinner. We're having Chinese." Harry offered.
"Well I's don' want to be intruding."
"It's no problem at all."
"Wells if your's sure. Never tried chin-knees before."
Harry left the hideout for a while and returned with several cardboard boxes.
"Hey Hare-bear. Got my egg rolls and shrimp dumplings?"
"Yup. You set up the table yet?"
Harry and Crystal took a seat at the table with Hagrid and were waiting for Whistler to join them.
"So Hagrid what can you tell me about my parents?"
"Yeah, was it love at first sight?" Crystal let out a dreamy sigh.
"I was thinking more along the lines of was my dad born a vampire or was he turned. Maybe a little family history and what were they like."
"Aye. Yer dad was a good man, he was turned. Not ter sure when yer parents started dating, think it was o' round their fifth year." Hagrid paused to think for a moment, "It wasn't love at first sight; in fact, I thinks Harry's mom couldn't stand his dad."
"Huh?" Both Harry and Crystal were looked confused.
"Well's I'm not ter sure the whole story meself but Lily and James didn't always see eye ter eye on everything. Though I always thought yer dad had a soft spot fer yer mom."
"Ok never mind that little detail then. How'd my dad get turned?"
Hagrid gave a sad sigh, "Think it was near the end of their fifth year. They were having a night stroll, they were both prefects so no ones was going ter stop'em, near the edge of the forbidden forest when a lone vampire attacked'em. Yer dad fought the vampire an' sent yer mom to get help." He gave another deep sad sigh, "Bys the time we found yer dad it was almost morning an' yer dad was well into the change."
"Wasn't there anything that anyone could do?" Harry asked.
"Normally but it was ter late fer yer dad, he'll already turned by the time we brought him back ter the school. Bless yer mom, she stayed by yer dad's side, no one could make her leave his side, not even Professor Dumbledore."
"Sniff… That's so sweet." Crystal pulled a tissue out of her pocket and dabbed her eyes.
Hagrid blew his nose on his polka-dotted handkerchief, "Yes well Professor Dumbledore managed ter keep James in school as well as provide something fer his thirst and sunlight. Great man Dumbledore, great man."
"Wait! I just realized something if there's something for the thirst in the Wizarding world why didn't this Dumbledore give any to Harry!" Crystal had a mixture or shock and anger in her voice.
"Actually we did." Whistler interrupted as he walked down the stairs, "But it wasn't effective. Harry's body started to reject it less than a week after we started using it."
"But why? I mean if it works for other vampires… oh." Crystal stopped halfway as she realized something.
"I'm not like regular vampires."
The rest of dinner was quiet, the only sound was the starting of a storm. Hagrid had a little trouble with his chopsticks because of their size and the fact that he's never used them before. Eventually he opted for stabbing his food and pouring his noodles right into his mouth.
Whistler cleared his plate and headed to the garage to start on the car he'd bought earlier in the week. He was very secretive about it, in fact he never let Harry or Crystal handle or even look at the parts he ordered.
Hagrid helped Crystal clear the dishes and cardboard boxes as Harry headed up to his room he returned shortly to help Crystal and Hagrid but they were done.
Hagrid was about to leave when he called Harry over, "Here yeh go Harry, yeh train ticket. Just get down to the train station an' then head over to platform 9¾. Night" Hagrid handed Harry an envelope and rushed into the rainy night.
---- Train Station ----
"Where the hell is this Platform 9¾?" Crystal asked no one in particular.
"I'm really going to choke Hagrid out for this." Harry promised.
TBC...
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Ok. The following are teasers for other stories I've been working on. Let me know what u think. Give some ideas and who knows if enough of u vote/insist I might publish them too.
--- Harry Potter & The Day of Judgement ---
The year is 2005, and this barren waste land filled with bones and rotting corpses is all that remains of the once great city of London. Now nothing more than crumbling buildings and charred metal. It took hundreds of years to build this great city to what it was and it all ended in an instant on 8th August 2004, when Skynet, a revolutionary new A.I. computer program took control of the world's nuclear missiles and set out to destroy its enemies. Humans.
My name is Harry James Potter and I am the Leader of the England rebel forces.
With the appearance of the T-101s I no longer know if the Human Race will survive or be wiped of the face of the Earth.
A/N: Had this idea after watching T3, chapter 1 is complete and most of the storyline is worked out. This will be a Trilogy. Pairing decided.
--- Doom ---
Harry picks up an assault rifle with a grenade launcher and a computerized female voice called out from the rifle, "Handle ID: Bolt."
Hermione picks up a submachine gun and the same voice called out, "Handle ID: Brain."
Ron tried to act all tough and cool and picked up a larger and more powerful assault rifle which had a two shotgun barrels below the main barrel and a grenade launch below them, "Handle ID: Freckles."
"FRECKLES! WHAT THE HELL KINDA CRAP IS THAT?"
"I think it rather suits you Weasel-bee." Malfoy laughed as he picked up a pair of submachine guns smaller than the ones Hermione and Ginny picked, "Handle ID: Ferret."
"WHAT! You filthy piece of muggle trash!"
"FALL BACK!" Harry kept blasting away with his assault rifles as the others moved back as the monsters charged forward. "MOVE! DAMNIT!"
"I'm scared..."
"I know. So am I."
A/N: I came up with the idea for a Doom crossover before SoulHacker's challenge though I might consider talking it up if no one else does so this will be quite (if not totally) different from the challenge's guidelines. I'm planning to set this in Hogwarts (don't ask me how, I've got 2 ideas but I'm keeping them under my hat 4 now.) As for pairings, not thinking abt adding one though HHr has popped up a few times.
--- Harry Potter & His Need for Speed ---
Here he was, on a dark insolated road, the roar of engines and screaming fans surrounding him, drowning him, making him forget his pain. He looked forward looking at a sexily dressed women walk to the middle of the road.
The roar of the engines were deafening, his grip tightened as the woman raised her hands in the air.
"How did I get involve in this?" Harry thought to himself.
A/N: Had this idea somewhere around last year, a Harry Potter Initial D crossover. Pairing decided.
--- The Beast Master ---
For as long as he can remember, he's always felt that he was different. And it's not that he was a wizard amongst muggles or that he was the only one in history known to have survive a direct hit from the killing curse.
No. There was more to that he had a wild side to him and we're not talking about teenage hormones. This was pure, raw animal instinct.
He patted each of Fluffy's heads, "Why'd I ever let Hermione pull me out of here in the first place? That's a good boy."
Harry continued to pat its heads and scratch behind their ears…
Harry bows in front of Buckbeck, he was about to back of when Buckbeck did not bow back but instead the other two hippogriffs flanked Buckbeck and all three of them bowed and approached him.
He's considered telling Prof. Dumbledore able his ability but decided not to besides he was pretty sure that he already knew and Harry was not happy with him either, after what happened to Sirius.
He could once come to one conclusion, he found it in an old book in the Hogwart's library. He Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived was a Beast Master.
A/N: Had this idea abt 2 mths ago. Chapter 1 is complete. Pairings decided.
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Ok these are some of the Harry Potter titles I've come up with, that have some text in them. There are others that I'm working on that only are titles, pairings, etc. I'll probably give the treasers for the other HP titles for the next chapter. And I am also working on fics for other stuff like Eva, Xiaolin Showdown, Vandread and Full Metal Panic, we'll have to see how those work out.