Fealion: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~! I HATE writers' block!
Harry: At least this one isn't as long as some of the others you've had.
Fealion: *pouts* Bu-but I would have had the 5th chapter out by now if I didn't get it!
Harry: Then you'll just have to work harder, won't you?
Fealion: *still pouting* Meanie.
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Elfwyn: Those are really goods points actually and I will be covering them in the next chapter. I DO have a really good explanation for them though!
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::Planner—Dreamer—Critic. A.k.a snake Parseltongue::
:Harry Parseltongue:
-July 31st, 1988-
Harry sighed as he wiped the sweat off his brow and leaned back, glaring irritably at the large pile of weeds that sat beside him. While his three fathers 'visit' last year might have cured the Dursely's of their fondness for 'physical punishment', they still treated him like trash on the best days, an indentured servant on the worst.
The dark haired boy smiled as he thought of the three men that had become the world to him; while they were unable to take him away from the spawn of hell—from various combinations of outdated and retarded magical laws, Sirius unable to get a trial in MAGICAL BRITIAN (no matter the fact that he had been tried in 3 different magical countries and found innocent in ALL of them) and Dumbledore placing some kind of enchantment on Harry that didn't allow him to leave the Dursely's for more than a couple of days in a row (which had pissed off EVERYBODY to no end)—they had still done everything in their power to make his life better than it had been.
Over the past year they had taken to popping in and out at random times to check up on their 'little wizard', bringing various books on magical history and theory along with either pictures or live examples of various magical creatures for him to learn from. The first couple of times that the books had been left with him the Dursely's had tried to get rid of them—garbage, river, fireplace, alley, ect—but that had been stopped real quick; turns out that magical books do NOT like it when they are maliciously abandoned or destroyed. It took an emergency floo call—'illegal' floo creation without a 'permit'—to Vasya and three DAYS locating all of the books to get the various electrical appliances to stop trying to EAT the thick-headed muggles. Harry smirked; Dudley still couldn't walk into the kitchen without fainting.
The best thing that happened though was when it had been Lan's turn to teach Harry about Runespoors, pulling out a rare specimen that still had all three heads; an oddity in adult runespoors, as on most of them the other two heads have joined together to bite off the head of the ever annoying critic. Harry had listened raptly to every word that came out of the Aussie vampires' mouth, laughing as he tried to point to various parts of the reptiles' anatomy without getting bitten before staring in shock as the snake actually began to SPEAK!
::Sstupid blood drinker ripping uss from our home to bring uss here and poke at uss like a human eggling pokess a sslug with a sstick.::
Harry had quickly stopped Lan from attempting to prod the snake again, speaking in soft tones to try and placate the disgruntled snake.
: I am ssorry for my father's actionss; he just wished to sshow me ssuch a rare and beautiful sspecimen of your kind.:
:: Father? How can a blood drinker be the father of a human eggling?::
:*chuckle*He iss not my actual father, nor is the other blood drinker or adult human that I call by that name. They have taken care of me ass much ass they are able to with the lawss that limit their kind and the sstupid humanss who refusse to give my human father a chance to prove that he did not kill hiss—…..I believe you would call them nesst matess?:
::….What is your name eggling?::
:My name iss Harry Potter.:
Harry raised an eyebrow as the runespoor hissed at him, holding up a hand for Lan to stop as the vampire moved to prevent the snake from striking his human ward.
::You are the desstroyer of the Great Sspeaker!::
:Great Sspeaker?:
:: He had promissed our kind the ability to roam freely about our landss and lay eggss without having to worry if humans would come to ssteal our egglingss before they were hatched if we would help him in hiss war.::
Harry's expression darkened.
:I don't know who this 'Great Sspeaker' iss, but I assure you I did not do what you are accussing me of conscioussly nor do I know of this war you sspeak of.:
::…No; I ssuposse not.The humans I have heard talking about it ssay that the only reason you did it iss because he attacked you firsst—though WHY he did sso I'm afraid I do not know.::
:…What iss your name?:
"HARRY!"
The dark haired boy whipped his head around, tilting his head to the side in confusion as he caught sight of Sirius' pale face, turning his attention back to the runespoor as it hissed irritably.
::Do you want to know our namess or not eggling?::
:Of coursse; forgive me.:
::*Hmph* I am the planner—my name iss Adair. *sigh* I am the dreamer—my name iss Ea(1). *Hn*I'm the critic—My name iss Kane. You may call uss Airell when talking to others about uss; after all, we ARE three sseperate ssoulss and minds in one body.::
Harry smiled at the runespoors logic before turning to find all three older males staring at him, shifting uncomfortably as they advanced on him slowly.
"Uh; guys? What's wrong?"
"D-do you know vhat you vere just doing Harrie?"
". . . .Talking to a runespoor? So?"
Lan choked on air at the question while Sirius became even paler—if that was even possible—and Vasya took a deep breath, letting it out in a noisy exhale of air before he began speaking again.
"Harrie, vhat you vere doing—vas speaking in Parseltongue."
Vasya went on to explain that the last known Parseltongue had been the last Dark Lord who was known as Voldermort, staring at Harry in undisguised shock as the boy sat with a blank look on his face. This had led to an hour long explanation on who Voldermort WAS and how he pertained to Harry's past, which in turn led Sirius into telling the young boy about the prophecy that had marked him and his family out for death. Harry was silent for a time as he absorbed all of the information, shoulders squaring and emerald eyes hardening in determination as he reached a decision.
"I don't believe it."
"But Harry—!"
"One question Sirius; who TOLD you about the prophecy?"
"It was Dum..ble….do—Oh Harry; you don't think—!"
"I wouldn't put it past the old bastard….
Other seers can confirm the vision of another, can they not?"
Vasya nodded, already knowing where his little wizard was headed with this question.
"Then until we can speak to one to confirm the absolute existence of said prophecy I will believe that the prophecy is real no more than a muggle believes that pigs can fly."
With that Harry dropped the issue, refusing to talk anymore about it until they were able to locate a seer that wasn't blinded by greed. That had been over two months ago; while they hadn't found anybody so far, Harry wasn't one who gave up so easily. It wasn't like Britain was the only magical community to produce seers; there had to be one out there SOMEWHERE.
"POTTER!"
Harry huffed as he pushed himself to his feet, taking his time to throw the dead plants into the trash before moving towards the kitchen door under Vernon's pointed glare.
"Yes uncle Vernon?"
Vernon glared at the dark haired boy as he moved past him into the kitchen; the vampires threat the only thing keeping him from hitting the boy for his 'insolent' attitude.
"I am going to be having some foreign guests over as part of an overseas business venture that Grunning's is working on. And the company set up this dinner not me so don't go complaining to your freak friends about it!"
Harry sighed, moving towards the living room even as he spoke.
"What country are they from?"
"Germany; stupid choice for a foreign business venture in my opinion, but then again I think that any foreign business ventures are a bad idea—especially if English isn't their first language."
"*sigh* When are they going to get here? How long are they going to stay?"
"You don't ask questions with me boy!"
"Either I ask the questions or Lan asks you while you're stuck in his Nightmare Realm(2) again; do you want that?"
Vernon paled.
"They will be here at 7:30 and will leave somewhere around 9:00 to 9:30."
"Good; you, Aunt Petunia and Dudley should go get ready; I have to contact Lan and them and tell them to delay their visit to 9:30 at least and then get started on dinner."
Vernon sneered at Harry as he turned towards the fireplace, though he wisely decided to do as the boy suggested; he had SOME preservation instincts after all, not to mention that if this dinner went well he could expect a sizable bonus in his next paycheck.
Grabbing a jar from the mantle Harry threw some floo powder into the fire, replacing the jar on the mantle even as he called out the floo he was trying to reach as he stuck his head into the green flames.
"Moonlight Sonata (3)!"
Harry coughed a little as the floo's connected, grinning as his vision cleared and he caught sight of the three males around the large sofa directly in front of the fire, alternately grumbling and cursing at each other and the object of their frustration as they tried to wrap a large box that sat in the middle of said sofa.
"Hey guys!"
Harry sniggered as all three jumped, laughing as Lan actually managed to launch himself OVER the back of the sofa in his surprise. The dark haired boy grinned as he shook his head; he found it funny that he was able to surprise beings that had senses ten times that of a human.
"What are you guys doing?"
"Nothing; nothing at all."
"Riiiight; anyways, I called to tell you guys that you'll have to delay your visit for an hour or two. Vernon has got a dinner set up for him by his company and they won't be leaving until somewhere around 9:30—can you hold off till then?"
"Of course; we have to defeat the evil that is tape anyway. How muggles ever thought something that's sticky and nearly invisible was a good idea I'll never know."
"*laugh* I'm sure that with Lan and Vasya's help you can do it Sirius. I've got to go now; have to get ready for the dinner later tonight. See you later!"
Harry pulled his head back from the flames, grinning at his godfathers antics even as he went upstairs to his room to shower and change in to a pair of dark wash jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that he wouldn't mind getting dirty while he cooked—again the results of his fathers' numerous 'persuasions'. Pulling on some black trainers Harry made his way back down the stairs, grabbing some ingredients from the pantry before heading into the kitchen where he finished getting the rest of his supplies before starting to cook dinner.
When he could afford to let the food cook on its own—without anything burning—Harry pulled out their best linen and dining plates. Swiftly setting the table Harry checked on the food before heading outside to carefully cut some flowers from Aunt Petunia's garden. Putting the flowers into a vase at the center of the table Harry returned to the kitchen to finish preparing the food, grumbling when Vernon told him to stay inside the kitchen for the duration of the meal just as he was placing the last dish on the table. Harry grabbed a plate and filled it with some food before retreating to the kitchen; damn muggles kept on pretending that he didn't exist and it was starting to piss him off.
"Do ve HAVE to go inside?"
The silver haired man that had just stepped out of the town car rolled his eyes at his younger ward, pulling out the pouting blonde by one arm as he signaled the driver to pull away, straightening his impeccable dove grey suit as the younger male continued to pout behind him.
"I don't vant to be stuck inside a HOUSE for an hour und a half; let alone with HUMANS."
"Ruhig Zelig (4); zis is se last sing ve have to complete for Emory over here in Britain. After zis ve kan go home I promise."
"*Hmph* You had better not be lying Alaric."
"*laughs* Kome on; ze sooner ve do zis ze sooner ve get out of here."
With that said the silver haired male knocked on the door to Number 4 Privet Drive, a polite smile covering up his sneer as an overweight excuse of a boy opened the door while Zelig didn't even try to cover up his snort as the scent of deceit reached his nostrils.
"Guten Abend (5); my name is Alaric Ritter und zis is my secretary und vard Zelig Traugott. Zis is ze home of Mr. Dursley, is it not?"
"Yes it is; please Mr. Ritter—Mr. Trargott, come in."
"*mumble* It's TraUgott; stupid Englishman."
Alaric shot Zelig a piercing look at his words, smirking slightly as the blonde glared at him but otherwise remained silent. After having their coats hung up in the hallway by the boy-who could barely lift his arms above his head, much to Zelig's amusement-they followed him down the hallway to the dining room, mouths watering at the scent of freshly cooked meat that wafted in their direction. A large blonde man sat at one end of the table, a dirtier blonde horse-like woman sitting next to him. Standing the man walked over to the two Germans and introduced himself as Vernon Dursley, the woman as his wife Petunia and the boy as his son Dudley.
"We were just about to start dinner; would you like to join us?"
"Ve vould luff to."
The two males sat down, patiently waiting until the Dursleys were done saying grace before eagerly obtaining a portion of the rather large roast that sat in the middle of the table, eyes widening slightly as flavor exploded across their tongues. The rest of the meal was divided between Alaric and Vernon discussing the individual needs of their business' and the business world in general, and Zelig somehow entering a silent eating contest with the rotund blonde on who could eat the most of the unbelievably delicious food.
"I must ask; who do I have to zhank for ze delicious food?"
Both Alaric's and Zelig's eyes narrowed slightly as the Dursleys nervousness suddenly spiked, a small bit of fear-scent leaking from them as the large man indicated his wife, sweetly asking her to fetch the dessert from the kitchen shortly after. These humans were lying for some reason; but why? The crash of shattering glass suddenly sounded in the other room, the two German's flinching at the loud noise.
"Are you alright Petunia dear?"
"I'm fine; I just knocked over a glass someone left on the edge of the sink."
Alaric and Zelig raised an eyebrow and looked at each other; who were they talking about? The barely audible yelp of a BOY in pain and the unmistakable scent of burning flesh caught the Germans attention like no other, ignoring the large man's pleas to have them remain seating as they ripped open the door to the kitchen; what they saw stopped them cold.
Glass littered the tile floor, an uncovered tiramisu sitting on the counter with a bottle of rum a short distance away. What held their attention though was Mrs. Dursley, a grimly smug expression on her face as she forced the hand of a small, dark haired boy against the burner of the stove even as he writhed in agony, weakly tugging against her much stronger grip. In a flash Alaric had the woman pinned against a wall by her throat, her wrist at an odd angle from the rest of her body when he had snapped it so that she would let the boy go. Zelig ushered the boy over to the sink, turning on the water and letting it get as cold as possible before turning to look into surprisingly brilliant emerald eyes.
"Vhat is your name, little one?"
"Harry; Harry Potter."
Zelig stared at the dark haired boy in surprise before an angry growl snapped him out of it, hurriedly bringing over a stool and setting the boy on top of it so that he could reach the sink, gently taking the offended hand in his own.
"I von't lie Harry; zis is going to hurt."
Before the boy could ask Zelig had stuck his hand under the freezing river of water, flinching as he let out a loud yelp of pain before gritting his teeth in determination.
"W-what is your name?"
"My name is Zelig Traugott; ze large hund (6) pinning horse-lady to ze wall behind me is Alaric Ritter."
"*hn* I just have one question Harry; how long have zey been doing—zis to you?"
Harry smiled grimly, sneering as he caught his uncles' glare before answering.
"Actually; this is one of the milder 'punishments' that they have given me over the years."
Alaric went perfectly still before slamming Petunia against another wall, roaring in her face as she tried to scream.
"No Alaric! You cannot transform here; ALARIC!"
Harry watched in horrified fascination as fingers turned into claws and slowly pierced into the side of Petunia's neck, the dove grey slacks and coat ripping with the strain of bulking muscles. Shoes popped as his feet changed, lengthening as a silvery-white tail popped out of a hole in the seat of his pants, large pointed ears covered in the same fur that covered the rest of his body swiveling on top of his head. Then he turned his head and Harry stared at his large lupine snout, lips pulled back in a vicious snarl that exposed a maw full of dagger-like teeth, vicious looking canines inches from Petunia's throat. Furry white brows were drawn down over raging gold eyes that glared right through the muggles in the room; for Harry, however, he could also see great sorrow with an underlying darkness that spoke of personal experience—Alaric had been in this kind of hell before.
Emerald eyes softened in understanding before their owner climbed down off the stool he had been standing on, slowly walking towards the 8-foot tall werewolf with the palm of his good hand outstretched, numbing himself to any other emotion than the desire to give comfort to a soul just as scarred as his. When he was a foot away from the massive creature he stopped, breathing deeply before lightly tugging on some of that silvery-white fur, waiting for those fierce golden eyes to meet his own green ones before raising his arms in a silent question, a bittersweet smile on his pixie-like face. The moment stretched on for an unmeasured amount of time, no one willing to move in case it made the situation worse. Slowly—oh so slowly—Petunia was lowered to the ground, falling the last couple of inches to solid earth as the great wolf bent down to pick the dark-haired fey-like child, carefully squeezing him to a powerful chest as his arms wrapped around the boy even as the boy wrapped his arms tightly around the thick, shaggy neck.
Slowly Alaric shrank back down into his human form, sinking to his knees as the physical strain of changing became too much for his body, keeping a tight grip around Harry's waist as the boy twisted around in his grasp.
"Zelig. . . .ZELIG!"
Zelig jumped as he was forced out of his stupor; no one had calmed Alaric down that fast before—EVER.
"Y-yes Harry?"
"Could you g—oh. Never mind; they're already here."
The Dursleys froze at that statement, everyone carefully turning to look back at the entry of the kitchen, Zelig whining softly and unconsciously inching closer to his beta at the murderous look in the vampires' blood red eyes, the turbulent grey eyes and dark aura of the wizard equally disconcerting.
"What happened here?"
Alaric rose to his feet slowly, raising Harry up and placing him on one powerful hip without letting the boy out of his grasp.
"Vhat does it matter to you vizard?"
"Alaric; these are my fathers. Before you get all pissy at them you should know that they CAN'T take me away; the damn laws about magical beings in Britain automatically kick Vasya—the tall, silver haired vampire—and Lachlan—the dark haired one—out of the running."
"Vhat about ze visard? Vhy kan he not take you in?"
"The same bastard that put me here has also done everything in his power to keep Sirius from ever obtaining a fair trial to prove his innocence."
"Vhat vas he accused of?"
"The murder of my parents through betrayal to the Dark Lord Voldermort. He has already been proven innocent in Magical Russia, Magical Australia and Magical France. We had hoped that if three of the toughest magical court systems were able to prove Sirius' innocence than Magical Britain would feel obligated to give him just as good of a trial to try and reach the same conclusion. Unfortunately every letter we have sent to the ministry so far has been sent a reply in the form of an entire squad of Aurors to whatever location we had mailed the request from."
"So zey are forced to leave you here in zis—zis human pig-sty?"
"*Shrug* Pretty much."
Suddenly Vasya took a step forward, holding up his hands placatingly as Zelig growled in warning.
"I vould like tu ask a question; who the hell are you? I know that you vere protekting Harrie vhich is the only reason I have not attacked you for holding on tu our youngling, but other than that I know nothing."
"I'd talk ta him if I were you; Vas can get mean when things don' go his way."
Alaric smirked, bending over to put the small boy on the ground before straightening with a playful gleam in his golden eyes.
"Vell VAS; my name is Alaric Ritter und I am 218-years-old . . . .und a Lycan. I am ze Beta of Emory Fuerst's pack in Germany."
"YOU'RE beta tu Emory's pack? What happened tu Oliver Lehrer?"
"Damn vizards executed him because he bit a child to give it Lycanthropy to SURVIVE ze smallpox. It vouldn't have led to his death if it hadn't been found out zhat ze child vas his grandson; turns out zhat he had had a daughter vith a human voman about a 140-years ago and ze child vas zhat girls son."
". . .Vhat happened tu the boy?"
Slowly Zelig raised his hand, blushing as everyone's eyes turned on him before rushing over to bury himself in to his beta's chest, shaking slightly as Alaric rubbed soothing circles into his back.
Sirius was watching the two Lycans when he felt a weight attach to his leg, looking down in to wide, pleading emerald eyes before smiling and hoisting the fey-like boy on to one hip.
"Siri: my hand hurts. Can you kiss it better?"
Sirius looked disbelievingly into laughing emerald eyes before laughing himself.
'Well; at least Harry can count on one thing.'
Sirius thought as he brought the small blistered hand up to his lips.
'His birthdays are ALWAYS interesting.'
1. Fire. Actual Celtic boy's name.
2. Random Vampire move I made up on the spot. I will describe it in detail—eventually.
3. I have no idea why this would be a floo address other than the fact that Vasya is very old school.
4. Quiet Zelig
5. Good Evening
6. dog
Fealion: YAY! Another chapter done! Just so everyone knows the next chapter will start off at almost the exact same spot that this one LEFT off.
Harry: You mean that we'll actually know what happens?
Fealion: Duh; there's some important info in the upcoming chapter that is vital to the rest of the story.
Alaric: Even if it takes until Chapter Twenty to make it apparent.
Fealion: Exactly.
Until next time everybody read and REVIEW! BYE NOW! :-
