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The next morning, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Sam were sent with Moody and Mr. Weasley to Diagon Alley. There, they spent several hours shopping for things. Their school lists having come that very morning at breakfast.

Their grades were something impressive. Especially for Harry. He wasn't expecting to do so well. Even Hermione wasn't expecting his good grades. Even in History of Magic! He received eight O.W.L.s, having gotten a Dreadful on his Divination exam. The others, were Os and EEs. And he had gotten the highest grades in Defense, Charms and Transfiguration. Brilliant. He decided that-that year, he would take Defense, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and Herbology. The main classes. No more Divination!

It was near lunch where they went to the Leaky Cauldron and rested while they ate. After that, came the place Harry had really wanted to go.

Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and George had bought the building they would use for the shop as soon as they left Hogwarts. All their time after was dedicated to fixing it up and making it into what they had always dreamed. And with Sirius's donation to them, Harry could only wonder what new items they had been able to come up with now that they had the money to purchase certain potions ingredients and such.

The doorway was rigged.

Ron had been the first to walk in but he made a mistake of pausing for too long in the doorway to check out something on the wall and was hit with something that turned his clothes bright pink with purple polka dots and his hair green and yellow.

They others rushed in after that.

All around them were pranks, jokes, potions, and items of all kinds. There was an entire wall on the far side of the room dedicated to their Special Love Potions. Ginny and Hermione were immediately drawn over there, whereas Harry and Sam seemed to drift toward the strange illness inducing sweets.

Ron was rifling through a shelf and pulled something out.

"Hello there."

"We didn't think-"

"We'd be seeing you today."

"But you came to-"

"Visit us anyway!"

Harry turned around and grinned at Fred and George, who had come over and began their odd speaking game with him.

Both let loose a whistle. "Well then Gred, someone has become positively delicious over the summer!" "Right Forge, he certainly has."

Sam looked on in amusement as Harry was caught up in the two pairs of arms.

"And is this your boyfriend, dear Harry?"

Harry snorted. "No. And Sam would never be interested in me in that way!"

Sam gave a cough, completely disagreeing with that statement.

Ron trudged on over, "How much for this?"

"Five Galleons," the twins stated swiftly.

"How much for me?"

"Five Galleons," they repeated.

"But I'm your brother!" Ron protested, looking offended.

They shrugged, wearing matching grins, "Ten Galleons."

Harry snorted and Sam let loose a chuckle.

"It's amazing how they do that. Their connection must be a lot deeper than usual. Twins normally have bonded magical cores, but maybe they are bonded on a mental level as well?" he mumbled, looking the twin red-heads over.

Harry was busy looking as the wall, where there were several glass balls full of smoke, sitting in little bronze holders.

"What are those? They look like a cross between a Remembrall and a Prophecy."

The twins grinned and the one on his left reached for one. The smoke turned blue instantly.

"We got the idea to help the Aurors."

"We have several other things that the Ministry has taken a liking to."

"Say Gred, why don't you tell our benefactor what they do?"

"Why certainly Forge. You see Harry, these change color depending on what is holding them."

Harry's Seeker reflexes, combined with his new awareness as a vampire, allowed his to catch the sphere that George just threw at him.(A/N: In case some of you didn't know. Gred- is George and Forge- is Fred. Check out the HarryPotterwikia if you don't believe me.) The smoke immediately turned red and he looked up when the twins gasped.

Sam gave a shrug and took the ball from his hands. The smoke stayed red.

Fred wrapped an arm around Sam and began tugging him into the back room as George did the exact same thing to Harry.

Closing the door, they fixed the two with a curious looks.

"You are Harry Potter, right?" George asked.

Fred nodded silently, "Because the last time we checked, Harry wasn't a vampire."

The vampires were not expecting that of all things!

Harry looked at Sam, who gave a small bow.

"Will you swear you won't tell anyone?" Harry asked, looking apprehensive.

They nodded, "We swear on our magic that we will not tell a soul about Harry Potter's creäture status and how it came about without his express permission."

A blue light rose from both and wrapped around them, before a string separated and latched itself on to Harry. The light died down.

Sam was shaking his head and mumbling about connections and such.

"I met a vampire a few weeks ago and we got acquainted, if you know what I mean. He turned me and then I accidentally killed him by draining all of his blood in a moment of weakness. This is Samuel, he was a steward for that vampire and has been helping me with adapting to life as one."

George's lips pursed and Fred sighed.

"You said steward, which means that the vampire who turned you, was some sort of high-class noble, right?" Fred asked.

Harry nodded in shock. Sometimes, the twins could be very insightful.

George grabbed his left hand and looked the ring over. "It's not a lordship ring, but there's power on it. Right Freddie?"

"Right Georgie. It must have been someone important, indeed."

"Interesting," the two nodded at once.

Stepping back, George produced the smoky ball. "These are what the Aurors will be using when they have to apprehend people. The smoke is blue for Humans, red for Vampires, black for Werewolves, pink for Veelas, orange for House-elves, purple for Goblins, yellow for Giants and green for Hags. As long as they have some creäture blood from anything on that list, the smoke will change color. Polyjuice and glamours do not change anything."

"Ingenious," Sam smiled, looking at the orb in wonder. "They could be like a warning of sorts."

Harry shook his head, "You two and the things you come up with. I wonder how many of your things will be on Filch's 'do not bring' list, this year. Probably everything. So, we'll just have to sneak everything we get through and undetectable, extension charm, that we keep on ourselves at all times."

The twins grinned evilly. "Come and peruse the peruseables! Take what you like, free of charge and don't argue with us. We owe you for helping us so much!"


After several minutes of loading a bag that was charmed with an undetectable extension charm, with all sorts of 'toys', Harry and Sam told Mr. Weasley that they were going to Gringotts real quick to check something out.

Harry wanted to see what was in the main Black Vault. He has seen the Potter, Gryffindor and Peverell Vaults already. But the Black were the most interesting and he had saved for later.

Griphook, who had been shocked when Harry casually greeted him by name, took them down to the vaults. It was shocking to see that the entire area where the Black Vaults lied, was guarded by a dragon.

It was large and grey, with off white fins protruding from its spine. Griphook explained that it was a Ukrainian Ironbelly as he grabbed something and began shaking it. A loud and appalling noise sounded and the dragon shrank away with a whine. Harry and Sam both frowned, not liking the reaction or the noise.

"They've been trained to expect pain when they hear the noise," Griphook stated with an unnerving grin.

Harry let out a hiss, not liking the treatment of such a proud creäture. However, he was only a customer and nothing more. He had no business to judge their tactics of protecting the vaults.

Griphook lead them around a very large circular room that had several vault doors.

"There are two vaults down here, that you normally wouldn't have access to. The vault of Narcissa Malfoy nee` Black and the vault of Bellatrix Lestrange nee` Black are under your supervision as the two women have been removed from House Black. Originally, they would have had their privacy from you as the Lord, but since the vaults were originally made in the name of Black and they are no longer considered members of the familt, you still have power over them."

"What sort of power are we talking about, Master Griphook? Would I be able to enter their vaults, or stop them from entering their vaults?" Harry asked, hoping to get the answer for something important.

"You have the power to stop their withdrawals from the vault. You would have to pay a certain fee to the bank in order to enter it, since the main names have been changed, however."

"And the price? Bellatrix may have something in her vault that I need and it would be best if we get this over with now."

Griphook grinned, "One thousand Galleons."

"Done. You can remove it from the Main Potter Vault at your convenience."

With a nod, Griphook stopped before a vault. "Vault 710, Bellatrix Lestrange nee` Black." He raised a finger and ran it down the length of the door. There were several clicking noises followed by several of the iron bars decorating it to split apart.

The door opened and Harry had to step back as a very familiar screeching noise reached his ears. Damn, that was annoying!

Shaking himself off, he looked around the room, stepping in gently and gliding across the floor silently. It was a vast vault with many fanciful and extravagant things inside. They didn't mean anything to Harry.

The noise got closer the deeper inside he walked, until he was facing a large shelf. It was decorated with chalices and daggers of all sorts.

Up on the center shelf was a large gold goblet that had a very intricate badger cared into it.

His eyes widened. That was Helga Hufflepuff's Cup!

Slowly, he reached forward and the screeching grew louder until it seemed to explode in his mind.

He turned and grinned. Another Horcrux down. Good.

Griphook was giving him a look that clearly stated the Goblin thought he was mad.

"You needed a simple chalice?"

"This was Helga Hufflepuff's Cup. No mere chalice. And Voldemort has tainted it with very dark soul magic. I'm going to destroy it."

Griphook must have gotten the idea, because he nodded. "Very well."

"I'd also like all transactions and withdrawals between Narcissa and Bellatrix's vaults to be stopped. I'm assuming that in order to remove all the content within, I'd have to pay one thousand Galleons for both vaults?" Harry asked.

Griphook grinned sharply, "Precisely. Shall we leave anything behind?"

Harry looked back into Bellatrix's vault and nodded. "Leave each of them one goblet made of bronze."

The Goblin smirked and nodded.

Stepping out into the hall of vaults again, the Goblin started shaking the object again, making the dragon back away.

"Come. The Main Black Vault is a bit further down."

They walked a for several yards, until Griphook had them stop before a very large black door.

"Stand back!"

He repeated the same process as he did with the other door, but did some weird-looking hand game as well. Finally, the doors split apart and Harry and Sam gaped.

Sam backed away a few feet. "Why is that in a bank?!"

Harry shrugged, "It's part of the security. I mean, there is a dragon just a few hundred feet away, you know."

"True, but why would they need a Sphinx?"

Griphook just grinned evilly and Harry sighed. "It's on the doors of the building. The warning they give to everyone. You've never noticed before?"

"What warning?"

Harry let out another and quoted,

"Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there."

Obviously, they aren't against using very dangerous creatures to guard their vaults. And the dragon and sphinx are the, 'more than treasure' part of it all."

Sam gaped and looked at the Goblin. "And what other manner of creäture do you have in this place?"

"Do you really want to know?" Griphook asked, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Actually, no, I really don't. Can we get this over with?" Sam asked, backing a ways away from the large door.

Harry nodded and gestured for the Sphinx to begin.

The creäture nodded in return and began its riddle.

"It can move slow, or it can move fast,

Some think its eternal, some say it won't last,

It can move forward, or it can go back,

Eventually, it will give you what you lack,

Some think it's alive and some think it's dead,

Some say it flies right over our heads,

People always kill it, and some will even cry,

As they watch from the sidelines as it passes them by,

It can freeze and it can run out,

Don't let it catch up with you, there is no doubt,

It will always be, it cannot be controlled,

It'll still remain even when you're old,

So tell me this now, what word will this be?

That is intermixed with forever and eternity."

Sam whispered a confused, "What?!"

Harry placed a hand on the vampire's shoulder, "Calm down. It's not as hard as you think. Sphinx riddles always talk about one thing. The answer is always one word.What do you know of that can move slow and fast, forward and backward, that flies, that can be killed and yet remain, that can freeze and run out, that can't be controlled and has to do with forever and eternity? Do you really not know the answer?"

Sam just gave Harry a look and shook his head.

With a grin, Harry simply stated, "Time."

The Sphinx nodded and stepped aside, allowing them full view of the enormous vault.

"How did you know that?" Sam asked, trying to think over the riddle again.

"Time flies. Time freezes. Time passes us by and we never realize until it's too late. Time is fast when you have fun, but drags on when you're bored. There are ways to go back in time and ways to go forward. No matter how much some may wish it, time cannot be controlled by anyone. It is and always will be existent even when we grow old. That is how it is connected to forever and eternity."

Harry could see Griphook nodding and grinned. He must have impressed the Goblin with such a quick answer. Harry had always been good at riddles. They were something he liked.

Stepping into the vault, he pulled Sam along, the vampire tripping to keep up.

Though the gold and all was nice to look at, Harry felt drawn to the large wall sized bookcase on his far left.

The books that were in the Black library were nice, but these had to held in a high security vault in Gringotts. This meant that they were extremely important.

Running his hand over the spines, he smiled. There was dark magic coming from the books. But unlike the locket, it didn't feel evil. And it felt delicious, he could say. Dark magic had always made him tingle.

He had grown a lot more accepting of it as of late and since he was only considered dark at some times, he didn't really care it he used it or not. He had come to realize that it was the person, not the magic or creäture they were, that made them evil.

Remus was labeled a XXXXX creäture and called 'dark' and yet he was one of the meekest and kindest people Harry knew.

Actually, all of the XXXXX creatures could be trained just fine. But with people like Umbridge passing laws against them, of course the populace wouldn't know the truth.

Dragons and Basilisks were tameable, just as not all werewolves were evil beasts who enjoyed killing children.

Hagrid had proved that Acromantulas could be reasoned with and that they had self-control, to him at least. The Dementors would go to anyone who gave them souls and a lot had taken Voldemort's side.

The two other creatures on the XXXXX list, he had never encountered, so he couldn't say anything about them. But he knew that everything about the aforementioned creatures was biased and that pissed him off.

After grabbing some books on curses, he placed them in his charmed bag and moved to leave the room.

Griphook was giving him a bland look. "Every other wizard would have gone for the gold. And you came for a cup and some books," he said with a shake of his head.

Harry shrugged and turned to the sphinx. "Do you have a name?"

It looked surprised. "Yes. I am called, Anubis."

"I thought Anubis was the god of the dead and a mix of human and jackel?" Harry asked.

Anubis's eyes widened, "You are correct. I was named for the great god many years ago. May I know your name, new lord? Several lords have come and gone and have never told me who they were."

Harry frowned. So they lock the poor creäture in there and never bother to speak to it or give it company? Bastards.

"I'm Lord Harry James Potter-Black-Peverell-Gryffindor," he said with a bow.

Sam stepped forward and added, "He's also the King of the Vampire Realm."

"That part doesn't matter at the moment, Sam. It was nice to met you, Anubis."

With a wave, Harry led Sam from the vault. The creäture moved to block the door again and nodded to them. "Hopefully, we shall see each other again, my lord."

The doors closed and Griphook started to shake the rattle thing again.

"This was a fruitful adventure," Harry said cheerily.


Back in the Alley, Harry and Sam headed for Madam Malkin's. That was where Harry could sense Hermione.

Sensing was something that Sam had him working on. Once he was used to someone's magical signature, Sam had him practice his sensing by telling him where they were and what they were doing. It was bit difficult, but fun too.

Entering the shop, he was not prepared to come face to face with Draco Malfoy.

The blonde gave him a once over and the entire room became hotter.

"Well, hello there," Malfoy smirked.

Harry quirked an amused brow. "Hitting on me now, Malfoy?"

The shock that overcame hose features, made Harry snicker. "I mean, I know I'm irresistible, but you can't possibly let your snobbish persona be ruined all for little old me," he teased.

The great Malfoy flushed instantly and Harry sent the teen a smoldering look. "Unless of course you can't help but lose your wits and composure whilst in my presence. I can understand if that's the case, Draco."

"Potter?!" Draco asked, looking astounded.

"Yes, Draco? Can I possibly help you with something?"

As he said this, he raked his eyes over Draco's frame suggestively, eyes lingering in certain places more than others.

He was awarded with another blush.

"What happened to you, Potter? How did you become so…"

"Despite what you think Malfoy, I've always been like this. Just had to lose the embarrassing glasses and fix my eyes. Some time to let my hair grow and of course finding an experienced lover can do many things for you."

His inner Slytherin cackled at the look that overcame the blonde's face. It was fun being cryptic with people!

"There is no way you can go from being a scrawny midget to being a sex god. It's simply not done!" Draco frowned.

"Malfoy, you hate me because I'm Harry Potter. Of course you would hate even my looks and would deliberately refuse to see anything good about me. However, when I walked in here with you not knowing who I was, you looked ready to devour me. Now you're trying to justify your attraction to my obvious good looks, by coming up with rational and yet pathetic excuses, just so you don't have to admit that you find Harry Potter stunning."

The Malfoy heir was flabbergasted at the vampire's words. He had no response.

Harry sent him a charming smile and a wave, before slipping past him to tell Madam Malkin what he and Sam needed for the upcoming year.

Both vampires were ushered over to the two stools in the room and the women of the shop began their measurements. Ron, Ginny and Hermione were sitting by, waiting for their clothes. They waved.

As he stood there, Harry knew that Draco hadn't left. In fact, the blonde was standing by the door, ogling his arse.

When the measuring was over, the group was given their things and quickly left after paying.

On his way out, Harry whispered to Draco, "Sorry I couldn't strip all the way, for you."

Once they were far enough away, Sam let loose a snicker. "I can't believe you said that to him."

"Well, Malfoy is extremely gorgeous. I can appreciate that, truly I can. But he's so used to being the one who does all the smooth talking and the flirting and so forth. I wanted to shake him up a bit by reversing the roles. And did you see him?! He was so out of his element!"

In front of them, Ron gagged and Hermione patted him back soothingly. Ginny didn't look too pleased with what Harry said, but not in the way Ron was.

Harry ignored it. He'd find out later.

Mr. Weasley took a hold of the girls and Apparated them instantly.

Moody, who had been keeping a distance while in the Alley, appeared by Ron's side.

"We'll Apparate to Islington now. Potter, you and your friend know where of course."

Ron and Moody were gone and Harry grabbed Sam's hand.


It was six in the evening when Harry and Sam were called downstairs. In the sitting room, was an entire group of people. People whom Harry knew were members of the Order. And there were people there that he knew were supposed to be out of the country at the moment.

All around the room, there were streamers and decorations, showing that Mrs. Weasley had really outdone herself by throwing together a party for him in no time at all.

Surrounding a table on the far side of the room, was a complete collection of gifts. And on the table itself was a very large cake that was covered in emerald frosting. She knew he loved green.

"Happy birthday!"

Mrs. Weasley was the first to reach him, throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheek.

"I hope you have a good time, dear."

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," he smiled.

After patting his cheek, she bustled over to Ron, who was stuffing his face with food.

Sam was impressed at the turnout and nudged Harry. "Do you have to mingle?"

"Probably. It's only polite to do so."

And he was off.

Sam sat back and watched as Harry interacted with certain people. I was obvious that he trusted all of the Weasleys, the Moody fellow, Shacklebolt, Snape, who was giving Sam a piercing look, Hermione and a few others that he did not know.

Harry seemed to have a lot of admirers who gobbled up any chance to talk to the Boy-Who-Lived. People were surrounding him on every side, asking him annoying questions and the teen just put on a charming smile.

Sam sighed and moved to sit with the Snape man. He was a half-vampire and would probably be the least annoying person there.

The man did not speak as he sat. He just stared. Though it was slightly unnerving, he didn't comment. The man probably didn't trust him,which was okay. It wasn't like they knew each other or anything.

A movement caught his attention and he saw an older man monopolizing Harry's time. With narrowed eyes, Sam focused all of this attention on the two, letting himself hear what they were saying.

"My dear boy," the man said. "I know what Albus is trying to do, and I will tell you that I cannot help at all. Though it is a great pleasure meeting you, dear boy. Your mother was one of my favorite students!"

Sam saw Harry's eyes twitch slightly.

"Mr. Slughorn, do you mean to tell me that Dumbledore introduced you to me because he thinks you'll tell me something important that he needs to know?" Harry asked.

The man paled slightly, "Yes. He seems to think I know something and I have already given him the memory, dear boy. I cannot help him. I'm sorry."

Harry frowned, "What do you think of Voldemort, Mr. Slughorn?"

The Slughorn man sighed. "One of the most brilliant students I ever had. Genius. One of my favorites. He had it all. Looks, talent, and charisma. He could have been Minister. Could have been anything. But he chose, to become… a monster."

"You knew Tom Riddle when he was in school?"

Slughorn's eyes went wide and he nodded.

"And of he was your favorite student, then he must have gone to you for a lot of things. You wouldn't happen to know about his questionable interest in immortality, would you, sir?"

"W-well, Tom always had an interest in the unexplained things. But then again, who doesn't?"

"So then you were the one who told him about the Horcruxes," Harry stated, ignoring the man's sputtering. "But what I don't understand, is why Dumbledore needs you to tell me this. We already know and I've destroyed two so far while he destroyed one."

"D-destroyed? You've actually managed to destroy two Horcruxes. My dear boy however on Earth did you manage that?" Slughorn asked in surprise.

"I killed the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and kept one of its fangs," Harry answered, still looking confused over why the Headmaster would need the Slughorn fellow.

"My only guess, would be because he needs a new Potions Professor. Since all previous DADA Professors haven't managed to stay in the position, I think he's going to put Snape there, since he's always wanted it. And if Snape is there, then there is no one competent enough to teach Potions."

"If that's the case, I wouldn't mind returning to teach. But I refuse to be hounded by something I don't want to remember. Albus has an annoying form of persistence."

"Don't I know it. However, I can relate, sir. Dumbledore has kept a few things from me and is currently on my bad side at the moment. And his annoying excuses aren't cutting it, if you know what I mean."

The old man grinned, "From one soul to another, Mr. Potter. Our suffering is similar then. It's good you don't fall for anything. And your sharp intelligence is so much like your mother's. She was a brilliant student. I could never understand why people cared about the blood. My two best students ever, weren't purebloods and became such amazing magical people. Though one is now evil, he's still pretty amazing. You can't deny that."

The man rambled easily, it seemed.

"Oh look! I see Severus! I'll go say hello to him! It was a pleasure to meet you, my boy. I'll tell Albus that I'm coming back to Hogwarts, worry not."

The man started bustling over in their direction, smile on his face.

Sam turned to meet the dark eyes of the Snape man. "The Slughorn fellow is coming to greet you," he warned.

Standing swiftly, he moves away from the table with the pretense of going to talk to some stranger he did not know.

He sidled up to Harry instead. "So, a new Potions Professor. He's a bit strange."

His king nodded vehemently. "Yes he is. A bit barmy, that one."

"I can see that you're very good at putting on airs and using facades. Impressive, I must say, my lord."

"Harry. Call me Harry. I hate that whole, 'my lord' drivel."

"Yessss, my lord," Sam purred, smirking dangerously.

Harry shivered and fixed the vampire with a look. "I do believe you are trying to excite me, Samuel. Are you sure you want to do that?"

The vampire shifted closer to him, until he was pretty much breathing in Harry scented air. "Why wouldn't I want to, my lord? You're positively radiant when you are, excited," he smirked.

"The joy of double entendres."

The two vampires were so busy teasing one another, they did not notice Hermione, who was standing a couple of feet away, gaping at them.

"Harry?" she called, hesitantly.

The two turned to look at her expectantly.

"Mrs. Weasley wanted to see you open your presents."

Harry was pulled away and forced to sit at the tale with the cake on it. "Harry dear, you'll open your presents and then we can eat. Okay?" Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"Thank you."

She patted his head and made urging motions with her hands.

The gifts were as follows.

Several books from Hermione. A book on Quidditch from Ron. A large vial of Polyjuice and a flask of Gillyweed from Neville. Luna's gift had left many people confused.

"Harry, what is that?" Ron asked.

He held up the item and smiled. Of course Luna would know about it.

"This is a Dream Catcher. The Native American Indians believed firmly in the Spirits and the power of the Spirits. They also believed that dreams were everywhere. In the air around us. And when we go to bed, they enter our minds. So they created these as a way to save our sleep from the horrors of bad dreams. The good dreams, are smart and can navigate their way through the holes, where they slide down the feathers and supposedly drip into the mind of the slumbering person nearby. The bad dreams, because they are evil, are not intelligent enough to know how to escape the webbing, and get tangled up within it. The webbing hold them captive until the light of the Sun shines on them the very next morning. Then, they are purified and perish.

So, Luna gave me a gift that is supposed to keep the nightmares away. And she magically enhanced it with Elder Wood for the circle, instead of Red Willow or Grapevine. Unicorn hair for the webbing, instead of string. She decorated the hair with several magical stones that are supposed to enhance clarity of the mind. Finally, she managed to get her hands on a Phoenix Feather, a Hippogriff Feather and a Pegasus Feather, to replace the normal fowl feathers used. Luna's own magical version of a muggle people's Dream Catcher.

She knew that I get nightmares often. Impressive, once again."

The next gift was from Snape. It was an entire case of Blood Replenishing Potions and note telling time not to be an idiot. That was Snape alright.

Ginny gave him a bag full of things from Fred and George's shop.

The twins gave him a box. Inside, were several pieces of two different kinds of gummy candy. One was a large green and silver lightning bolt. And the other was a red and black Dark Mark.

"Our new products! Edible Lightning Bolts and Edible Dark Marks!" Fred grinned.

George nodded. "Eat one, and for an hour, you'll have one yourself. A lightning bolt on the forehead or a dark mark on your right arm. They fade after the hour is up."

"They also come in a variety of flavors," the twins finished together.

After several more gifts and some food, they ate some cake, which was chocolate.

By the end of the evening, everyone had been stuffed with Mrs. Weasley's cooking and most of the party goers, had left.

Harry and Sam were sitting in their room, staring at the cup.

"Now or never," Harry said, casting a silencing charm on the room.

"It's really sad that he corrupted such important artifacts. Why did it have to be that cup? Why couldn't he just pick a regular goblet?" Sam complained.

"Voldemort is full of himself. He seems to think himself infallible and deserving of perfection and amazing things. I think he's just a stuck up prat."

With the Basilisk fang in hand, Harry quickly slammed it into the center of the cup. Once again, he was blasted away as the object let loose a scream that could match Myrtle's.

Sam was rolling around on the floor with his hands over his ears and Harry was just waiting for the bloody cup to stop being so melodramatic. Seriously, everything involving Voldemort was so theatrical.

"This thing is so much louder and longer than the locket was!" he heard Sam yelled over the high-pitched screaming.

"A necessary evil we must endure!" Harry fired back.

"Whatever!"

After several minutes, the cup was finally just that, a cup. Nothing evil and dark coming from it. And the annoying screech was gone permanently.

"That went well."

Sam glared.

"Well it did! And now, we have one at Hogwarts and the one inside me deal with. This is a lot easier than I thought it would be."

"Just hope that he didn't make others for you to destroy, because this going to become tiresome if it's a repetitive process."

"Well, I'll admit that the being blown away part isn't fun, but I'm just tickled to know that we're making it so Voldemort can't come back to life once he's dead!"

They two stood in silence, watching the goblet.

"That blood smells horrid," Harry commented with a sneer.

"Yes. But I know a source of blood that doesn't smell so putrid. In fact, it's delicious," Sam simpered.

"You want to bite me right now? What do I get in return?"

A gleam entered Sam's eyes. "Anything you want, my lord."

"And if I want you naked and bound on my bed?"

"Consider it done," the vampire whispered, leaning closer.

Harry took a deep breath and froze.

"What's that smell?"

Sam turned to the door and frowned, "It smells just like a-"

Before he could continue, there was knock at the door.

"Come in!" Harry called, pushing Sam away a few inches.

He wasn't expecting to see who it was that was at the door.

"Uh...hi...Remus."


A/N: Another one is finished. The Sphinx's riddle was mine. I'm good at poetry and I wanted to write an original.

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