Chapter four: Lack of a better title... Vampires
Harry rubbed his eyes and made his way down the stairway of the Lupin cottage to get something to eat. Remus was resting from the full moon and Sirius was doing something for Dumbledore.
'Probably the Order,' Harry mused, thinking of when he had learned of the Order of Phoenix when he had studied with Row.
He reached for the handle of the kitchen door but paused sensing a presence in the kitchen that was neither Remus nor Sirius. Blinking he checked the aura; it was a vampire but not just any vampire but Lord Vladimir.
Opening the door, he looked over his old friend. He still had his dark hair and blues eyes, his skin as pale as ever.
"Vlad," Harry said, nodding to his vampire friend.
"Harry," Vlad said smiling, showing his pointed fangs. Harry spotted the shadow of the empty tea cup and reached into it and pulled out a Bloodpop for Vlad.
"Thanks." Vlad grabbed it and began to suck on it happily.
The shadow element was a vampire power, which he had received when he had become into his element. Light was something he received too, and the pointed ears and the ears which he kept under a spell.
Harry got up and went to grab two mugs for him and his vampire friend.
He grabbed some Swiss chocolate, a mug and hot milk and mixed them together. Then he added whip cream. Turning he handed one of the mugs to Vlad. He sat down and watched his friend taste the concoction from the recipe book he had gotten from his mother. Harry would never forget the moment when she had drunken hot chocolate with him. However, the fondest memory he had was when James had rubbed that cream on his back. It had to have been the touch of his father, something a child experience when their father hugs them, sooths them from a nightmare, he had never experienced.
'"I am fine," Harry said exasperated with her constant watch on him. Despite his words, the new forming scars on his back were itching and they were bothering him, however he would not let her touch him. He was not used to contact from people, no matter how familiar they were, growing up with Dursleys had done that to him.
"Well Mr. Riddle when you're ready to admit defeat here is the cream for your scars," Madam Dragon (his new nickname for her) put the cream next his bed and walked off.
"ARGHHH!" Harry practically shouted, throwing his quill down and brushing aside his homework.
"Merlin Ethan, I know homework's frustrating but seriously you don't have to take it out on the poor quill," James said grinning at him. Harry however was not laughing, but he was trying to itch his back but was unsuccessful. The shirt if his hospital wing cloths were worn from him trying to scratch.
"It-not- that," Harry grounded out, trying to itch his back.
"Well what is it," James asked confused at Harry's behavior.
"My back is so itchy from those two dammed scars," Harry said, scowling at the cream, which seemed to mock him.
"Is this the cream for it.." James asked awkwardly.
"Yeah," Harry said sitting back with a sigh.
"Let me help," James said. Harry flushed slightly. He knew his father was trying to help but as far as he tried to remember he never remembered physical contact with either of his parents.
"Sure," Harry winced as he unbuttoned his shirt and turned, his back facing James.
A pause then he felt a cream and a hand touch his back, rubbing it in circles across the X scar on his back. Harry bit back a sigh of content it was weird being touched by his father, it was like the time he had a bad nightmare and Sirius had rubbed his back before he fell asleep. It was peaceful. Harry turned toward James, letting the cream dry before he placed the shirt back in.
"Thanks," Harry said watching his father smile awkwardly them grin as Harry picked up the quill.
"I am sorry my dear quill, I shall not hurt they' again," Harry said seriously.'
Vlad smiled and took a drink, his senses burst with flavor. He put the mug down and took a time to remember when he met his friend. It had been a moment neither would forget.
'Vlad struggled to reach the cove ahead, trying to keep himself from passing out from lack of blood. He stumbled in and saw the sleeping figure of a young boy, his messy raven hair shown in the fire in front of him. He had glasses tucked in his hand, which lay in his lap as he slept against the wall.
Vlad considered biting the boy but then he would have another Vampire to add to his kingdom. Yes his, he was Lord of Vampires.
Moving forward toward the boy, he felt the sudden urge for blood too much for him to handle; grimacing he reached out only to have his hand seized and twisted. Looking up, he saw the young boy's eyes blazing through glasses; his eyes were of the elves except they held a different kind of power.
"Lord Vladimir, may I inquire why you are here and not at your kingdom?" The boy spoke with authority. Vlad struggled to speak but began to louse strength every second. The boy noticed this and grabbed a knife and drug in across his bare arm.
"Here drink." Vlad blinked owlishly. People never gave their blood to a vampire, even if it didn't turn them into a vampire when they did, no one ever wanted to.
Sitting down, he put the boys arm up towards his mouth and began to drink the sweet blood. Immediately when he started to drink it, he knew this was a Fate, more specific, Lord Fate.
He drank 'till he was content, only to realize, as he looked at Lord Fate, he may have drunk a little to much. The boy was considerably paler.
He waved a hand over the cut and it was gone. Then he stuck his right hand out and said firmly with a slight smile showing his own fangs, "Harry Potter."
"Vlad," He said accepting it'
"Vlad," said a singsong voice. "Are you back from Lala land?" Vlad blinked and looked over at his friends twinkling eyes.
"Yeah," Vlad said snapping out of his memory. "The reason I came here is to inform you that I have become you Defense Teacher." Harry threw his head back and laughed, his genuine laugh filling the room.
"Seamus always said there would be a vampire for a teacher," Harry said whipping his eyes form his tears of laughter. Vlad laughed softly too, hoping he wouldn't cause to much damage to the founders riddle this year.
A noise from upstairs made Harry nod to his friend and watch as Vlad disappeared into the shadow, until they met next time. Harry, hoping his magic was up to it, waved his hand and focused on the mug filling with tea and two plates of eggs, bacon and toast. It did but it drained Harry considerably.
Remus came into the kitchen, his face gaunt, scratches littered on his face and his eyes tired. He was wearing old pajamas, and walking with a slight limp.
"'Morning," He mumbled, grabbing his plate and walking off back to his room. His footsteps were heard as he thumped upstairs and shut his door with a bang of irritation.
'Post Moon Syndrome!' Harry thought shaking his head. Harry decided he should look over his notes on Hogwarts wards. It would be good to review anything he may have forgotten while doing endless paper work he had called a desk.
'The ward of Hogwarts... made up of a cementation of elvish and Fate magic blended together with each founder's signature. They are indestructible and have five different colors, red for Godric, blue for Row, yellow for Helga, green for Sal and gold for me (when visible) and can be tapped into by whoever is Headmaster or current Lord of Hogwarts (AKA me). However, hopefully, I will never have to take control of the wards….
Each Founder can talk to Hogwarts (which is a magical being herself) and get permission to have said people who she does not want in (like Snape…Ah the possibilities) MWHAHHAH!'
Harry smiled; that day he had helped build ward for Hogwarts. It had been one of the last days of his training.
'"Ahh the light it burns," Harry cried in sarcasm (he hadn't been outside in along time) as Sal strode ahead of him into the sunlight. Sal just gave a soft chuckle at his antics, went to the edge of Hogwart's apparitation barrier, and waited, tapping his foot. Harry stood beside him, holding a hand to his face, trying to avoid the suns viscous glares, as he too waited for something.
"Hey Sal!" Helga cried happily, as she reached her friend. The other two walked slower behind her.
"We will be making the word to Hogwarts." Row came up next to Helga, Godric not to close behind, his face as irritated as Sal's on a Monday morning.
"WHAT!"
Harry chuckled softly at his reaction. A sudden flash of floo powder made his head shoot up. Sirius landed on the carpet face down, his battle robes bloody.
"Sirius!" Harry cried out, trying to get up only to scramble from the floor. He was frightened of his godfather's health.
'What happened?' Harry wondered helping his godfather's unconscious body upstairs, while calling for Remus's help, Sirius wand lay forgotten in front of the dining fireplace.
A few minutes earlier….
Sirius winced as he made his way through Hogwarts, his battle robes torn from the duel with Malfoy Sr just a few hours before.
"Sirius are you alright," Albus asked as Sirius limped through his office. He did not receive an answer but the flash of floo powder.
Sirius landed face down on the carpeted floor of Lupin cottage.
The last thing of conciseness he heard was his godson's cry.
A few hours later, Sirius awoke to the worried face of Remus Lupin.
"Sirius what happened?" Remus whispered, handing him a glass of water. Sirius took it gratefully and gulped it down greedily.
"I had to do bird business," Sirius said stressing the word bird, "I had to spy on Malfoy Sr. and it turned out he knew and before I knew it we were dueling. I just made it out alive." Sirius sighed and sat up. He found that his injuries were healed and he was in a set of pajamas.
"Did you heal me?" Sirius asked. Remus shook his head for a no.
Sirius then spotted his godson who lay on the chair near his bed, asleep. Sirius smiled at his godson. He felt the sudden warmth of love course through him.
"I am going to get some rest, holler if you need me." Remus's words snapped Sirius out of his staring.
"Kay," Sirius whispered before Remus shut the door. Waiting a few minutes in case Remus poked his head in, Sirius slowly swung his feet over the bed and stood up, feeling slightly woozy. He took a few steps and picked up his godson, feeling glad they had gotten Harry away from the Dursley, because he had gained a few pounds and muscle.
Placing him on the other side of the bed, Sirius sat up against the pillow admiring his godson and how peaceful he looked when he slept.
Sirius stirred to the sound of whimpering and jerking movements. Sirius sat up and turned on the bed light on the side of the table to see his godson jerking and whimpering in his sleep. Harry suddenly sat up, his eyes wide with terror, his hands pressed to his scar.
Sirius captured his godson in a hug, trying to calm him down. Harry tensed then relaxed realizing who it was. Harry moaned against his pajama shirt, in pain.
"It's okay Em, everything's going to be alright," Sirius murmured soothing words in his godson's ear. Harry slowly back out of the hug, his eyes clouded with confusion.
"How did I get here?" Harry asked.
"I picked you up from the chair," Sirius said, smiling slightly, hoping to reassure his distant godson.
"Oh and why did you call me Em?" Harry asked, his eyes slowly gaining their normal life.
"Well it's a shortened from Emeralds," Sirius said smiling. "It was a nickname I gave you when you were a baby."
"Oh," Harry said before hugging him again, leaning against his godfather.
"I love you Em." Harry pulled away slightly and said, "I love you Siri." Sirius felt a sudden warmth course through his body again. It felt so right... he loved his godson.
A women with deep blue eyes and blonde hair watched the two fall asleep, holding each other protectively. She sniffed and brought a tissue to her eyes and dabbed them. If anyone saw her (besides Row and Helga) they would be shaking there head murmuring about a girly moment.
She was so glad Lord Fate has to be with his loved ones again. He had been so out of focus the last few months of training.
"Is he alright?" Helga asked coming up behind her, her eyes worried for the boy she had seen getting beaten. She had nightmares about him, the look of defiance in his wonderful eyes, the crack of his wrist when it was broken and the look of craziness in his uncle's eyes.
"Yes," Lady Fate murmured. "A moment in time that will be remembered forever," Lady Fate said more to herself then to Helga but Helga heard her anyway.
Quote from Wise Beyond Years literally, chapter 20.
Hello everyone! First I would like to say the hot chocolate recipe was not mine but Schoogi! You rock!
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