Albus Dumbledore couldn't help cursing to himself as he paced the length of his office. While the bane of his existence was finally arriving at the school soon, one year late he might add with disdain, there was a new problem. Or to be more precise about it- the pair was the problem. His last check of the admission book showed Harry finally being deemed worthy to enter its halls albeit at a non-negotiable price. The price in question was attached in the form of a letter that said in no small words "I will only attend if my intended is allowed to be at my side". If that wasn't a hard and fast say-yes-or-I-walk he didn't know what was. How did Harry already have an intended? He certainly wasn't talking about Molly's only daughter because he knew for a fact Molly would have told him if Harry somehow found his way to The Burrow and the contract they'd drawn up was reduced to ashes since Harry's eleventh birthday last year for reasons he'd yet to understand. That magpie minded idiot Moly would swallow cyanide if he promised it would get her family more respect and money than it deserved.
"Albus, the students will be here in a matter of hours. We should.. Something the matter?" Minerva asked. The Scottish witch noticed the aura around the ancient wizard and did not like it one bit. The Albus Dumbledore she was used to being around and working with was a confident man. The Albus Dumbledore she was familiar would never pace like the wizard before her was now.
"No. Yes. I'm not quite sure Minerva and that is the source of my conundrum. I received a letter with the usual acceptance letters. Harry Potter will be joining us at last. I cannot begin to fathom why the magic of the castle and the admission book delayed his allowance here by a year but it had as you already know. In his acceptance letter penned to me specifically he only agreed to attend if his 'intended' would be at his side." Albus completed his current circuit and stopped looking into the fireplace. "You know as well as I that Harry has been missing five years now after his muggle relatives were killed by unknown magical means. Who has raised him? How much does he know about magic? What does he know about his family? I fear that my choices are coming to haunt me with his introduction back to magical society at large" he said turning his gaze to the Scottish witch.
"Just as they should."
Both Minerva and Dumbledore jerked towards the source of the voice that spoke. Standing rather carelessly on the ancient mans desk was a young woman no older than seventeen or eighteen. Her skin was alabaster pale, her eyes a shade of red that would make most rubies green with envy, hair like copper fell to mid-back in a braid and fangs protruded ever so slightly from her under her top lip- whoever this young womans, she was a vampire and she not only penetrated the wards around Hogwarts but got into his office unnoticed in the blink of an idea while Dumbledore had answered Minervas question.
"The young master was abused, beaten within an inch of his life time and again by the filthy humans you placed him with. Left to sleep in a tiny hole in the wall and called a range of unworthy titles; Freak, Boy, Waste of Space and my personal favorite- Demon Spawn of my whore sister. That last one was courtesy of one now deceased Petunia Dursley nee Evans" the young woman continued on as if the two wands now trained on her did not bother her. Truthfully, they did not since she was not really there but the humans didn't need to know that. Yet.
"What do you know about where Harry Potter has been over the last five years he has been missing?" Albus demanded.
"Maybe everything. Possibly nothing" she said with a smile that looked 'innocent'. "Of course even if I did know anything about the whereabouts of Harry Potter despite his missing status the last five years from a place you proclaimed to the public was safe beyond all means," the smile turned a wee bit sadistic at that "my master very well could be someone else entirely and they have a vested interest in the whereabouts of Harry Potter. I am but a humble servant acting on the will of my master. I could be lying to you and you are taking what I'm saying at face value. Tsk tsk, the so called 'Great Leader of The Light' doesn't even know the meaning of the word-"
Albus, growing more and more annoyed, fired off a stunner-fully body bind hex combo at the vampire. If she was going to talk circles around them he would make her talk truth. She knew something about where Harry had been the last five years, that was evident by choice of words. If he had to resort to violent means then so be i-
The vampire girl sighed as the spells sailed through her body. "Oh right, I should mention I'm not actually here with you. Astral Magic is such a beautiful thing wouldn't you agree?" she asked rhetorically. "Oh well, my time is running out. I leave you with a message from my master, whomever he is and I'll let you spin your quaffles on this, that he asked be passed on to you two directly." Her astral body leaned forward as her eyes shone like bloody diamonds. "Verbatim from him directly- 'I know what you have done Albus Dumbledore. I know the evils you committed against the Last Scion of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. Muggles like to say the cosmic entity of Karma is a bitch and she most certainly is going to LOVE using you as her whipping boy. Pdigeonholing Harry James Potter to be a martyr because you can't kill a Half-Blood monster you found at Wools orphanage over fifty years ago.. You'll get your comeuppance'."
Kings Cross Station was a crowded mess as a small group of four individuals made their way into the train station. The elders of the group, a refined looking middle aged man with silver hair and a mahogany haired woman hanging off his arm, cast a look to the younger members with a look of wary apprehension in their gaze. While their daughter and future son-in-law-slash-King were more than capable of handling themselves, the culmination of the last four years worth of lessons proved that in spades, they had no trust for the sycophants who plagued the land. " We can turn around now and-"
"No, we can't." Angel looked up from her hands, currently occupied by turning a stage magicians coin between her knuckles, and cocked her head just slightly. "The responses were received and the materials, woefully out of date as they are, rest shrunken in our pockets. We will be fine mom, dad" she said as her eyes drifted to her mate. Just the thought brought a tiny smile to her lips. Her mate, forever hers and only hers as she was solely his. It never ceased to tickle her pink given just how devoted to her Harry always proved himself to be whether it was something so simple as indulging a desire for closeness to him or as "arduous" a task, though she had yet to hear him complain once, as working the kinks out of her muscles after a particularly rough physical training session. He relished proving his love for her as much as she herself did proving to him her love & devotion. Some of what they did was childish at best, they were only twelve and thirteen so some leeway was allowed, but little displays were far more meaningful in her mind.
The elder pair merely chuckled at the 'chastisement' Harry was giving their daughter for her words. It was barely worthy of being considered worth of the word 'chastisement' since the young King sounded far too amused as he cupped Angel's cheek in his hand. It was moments like this that the elder male was certain the universe was trying to say he lucked out in the son-in-law department because of how well he treated his daughter.
"Enough touchy feely you two. If we don't hurry you'll miss the train" the elder female Dementor said as her eyes lit up with amusment at the simultaneous glare she received for ruining their moment. "Save it for the train alright? You both are exempt from the underage magic law as per your stations. Charm a cabin door for privacy on the train but walk now or risk having to reveal a few cards earlier than either of you truly wants too" she said with a motherly scolding tone ushering the pair towards the barrier.
"It doesn't matter when a handful of cards are revealed" Angel argued before passing through the barrier first. They all knew the cards, those cards being precisely how dangerous Harry was in terms of political power and wealth due to the titles he possessed, would all come out eventually and she wasn't too bothered how or when they did. As far as she was concerned, all that mattered was hers and Harry's safety. If push came to shove and they tried to hur her or Harry… Black eyes flashed crimson with gold around the rim for a moment at the thought before returning to black. "People will die and I don't care who it is" she said under her breath.
"On the contrary dearest, it actually does matter when they are revealed." Harry, looking different than his normal self with dark blood red hair and blue-green eyes thanks to a glamor spell to keep from being mobbed, went in after Angel and grabbed her shoulder to stop her gait. "Our plans, the Councils plans, need for certain puzzle pieces to remain in the dark for now. If its any consolation my Dark Queen" here he nipped her ear gently elliciting a shiver from her "I despise waiting as much, if not more than, as you do. The thing responsible for my hardships prior to meeting you sits in the guise of a righteous king while he is in reality far more vile than the Wraiths at the islands heart." That thought alone made him shiver in apprehension since Wraiths were a far more uncontrollable being that demanded a higher level of care when dealing with. They were more unchained than any Dementor and a hundred times more violent than any dragon in a bloodrage.
Angel looked over her shoulder to her beloved and rested a hand over Harry's. She understood why he hated waiting but as the Council of Night had said, after accepting them as the Sovereigns they were and Harry stood on the chest of the dead Goblin representative with his dagger buried to the hilt in the creatures skull for making a crass comment about her, patience was a necessary virtue even for those with hearts of sin. "You know what I meant. Those cards" she stressed her tone for a moment to elude to the more damaging cards they were playing close to the vest "are naturally being saved for the right moment. The ones I was refering to were the nuisance ones, the appetizers if you will. As if I would ever throw our plans into jeopardy before they begin. Just who do you take me for my Obsidian King?" she asked.
Harry nodded slowly before smiling softly. "I take you for my mate, my better half and my best friend of course" he said squeezing Angel's shoulder. The blush that came up across the girls nose made his smile grow a little more. "I take you, Angel, as the mother of our children when we both are ready for that in the future. I take you as the most sacred treasure in my life that I will kill to protect. I take you for being the center of my whole world Angel. That is what I take you for."
Unbeknownst to either of the pair a set of silvery blue eyes twinkled as they caught sight of the sugary sweet scene. "And the Sovereigns are going to walk amongst us it seems. I guess as the Princess to the Dark Fae its my duty to see to them" a young feminine voice said to herself.
A tittering giggle like the sweet song of a windchime filled the platform making everyone, including Harry and Angel, stop what they were doing and crane their necks to try finding the source. None could seem to do so and went back ther previous activities; parents tearfully sending their kids off, returning students reuniting with friends and new ones heading in for first time milling around nervously at the scarlet steam engines doors. The two snorted at that finding it all pathetic as they made their way to the boarding platform. The first break was winter holidays around Christmas, there was no need for the waterworks and snot fest.
"You kids are sure you got everything you need? Books, trunks, wands-"
"Alternate foci" Harry and Angel both said at once. No wand in Diagon or Knockturn Alley would respond to their magic til they were drawn to a small shop selling more advanced foci that was owned by an elderly asian witch. To make a long story short, Angel walked out of the shop with a set of daggers whose blades were half as long as her arm and enchanted with obscure runes she couldn't quite understand but the owner said it would take in magic or properties that made it stronger. To keep the feeble minded from panicking one was transfigured into a pen tucked into her shirts breast pocket while the other was transfigured into a lapel pin; should the need arise all it would take to revert them was two taps of her wand- a practice wand used by pre-Hogwarts kids- on either one. Harry, on the other hand, walked out with two foci- one of them being a stave attached to his back and the other being a sword wtih similar obscure runes etched into the blade; the sword was transfigured into a matching pen that one of Angels daggers were. Both had been confused about why their magic drew to actual weapons and not wands, something not even the shop owner had a good answer for. The answer she hazarded was that their magics knew hard times were ahead and the need of a real weapon, not a flimsy piece of wood, to protect themselves was dire enough.
"Already talking like an old married couple" the elder male Dementor said with an amused eyeroll.
"I heard that Gerald" Harry said shooting Angels dad a look. The scowl that came on the mans face made him smirk a tiny bit. He didn't pull the name card on the male Dementor purely out of respect for being Angels dad and what they did for him but he knew for a fact that the man mocked the name Gerald. It was also, rather conveniently might he add, the name of a particular criminal inmate the man despised with a passion and made it a point to torture more than any other. Of the few times he had to pull the name card on the man he always made it a point to use Gerald to irk the man into silence.
"I said nothing" the male Dementor said with a dark look.
"Oh? Perhaps my hearing is going then. What do you think my beautiful Dark Queen?" Harry asked looking to Angel.
"I think my Sovereign is right. Who would rebuke the undeniable Lord of Night and his beautiful Lady?"
The quartet were instantly in guard. There was no way wizards show know that already. The whispers spoke of the Wardens, the name the Azkaban ruling couple and thus the Night Sovereignty, returning but no wizarding source could find credibile proof.
"I'm right behind you."
Harry was first to turn around and found himself looking at an impossibility. The girl in front of him had blonde hair, silvery blue eyes and an air about her that was half in the ether. "You look like her. But that can't be unless-"
"Allow me to introduce myself my liege. I am Lunara, though I prefer Luna thank you very much, Alexandria Lovegood. Only Princes and daughter to Kilana Shado Lovegood, heir to the throne of the Dark Fae. It is a pleasure and a privllege to see your blood walk the earth again My Lord" the girl said giving a formal curtsy. "Of course it is an equal pleasure and privillege to meet you as well Milady."
Angel warily eyed the blonde. "Speaking of such things-"
"I put up the proper enchantments when I sensed the presence of you both and confirmed it with my own eyes. Human wards and seals will not pick it up nor will any of the humans around remember what we say. After all" Luna smirked showing teeth that were slightly sharper than humans "we aren't human Princess of Soul Stealers. Neither is the bloodline of the Sovereignty."
Harry frowned darkly at that little tidbit. He'd taken to studying his family history as far being the last Lord of Azkaban and what it meant with his powers but in all his reading he'd never come across anything anywhere, that included the Gringotts heritage test to claim his vaults, that said he wasn't human! "Pump the brakes on the lorry here. What do you mean my bloodline isn't human? No family history says anything about unhuman roots and Gringotts confirmed that" he said with a demanding tone.
Angel bit her lip before hugging her arms around one of Harrys own. "Thats because I took the other page of the test while you went over the vault details with Barchoke Harry my love. I beg you to not be upset with me, I did it because I was concerned for you at the time. You were so entranced in training and learning almost all the times I didn't take you out to spend time with me. I didn't want you to feel that you had another mantle to stack up to" she said with a sincerely apologetic yet pleading tone.
Both elder Dementors said nothing about what they heard and kept watch. It was risky since this was something massive that impacted a lot. "What was on the page you took Angel?" the elder female Dementor asked at last.
"Harry, you aren't human. At all. You're something that has not been seen for a long time" Angel said hoping Harry wouldn't be terribly upset with her.
"Angel.. My Dark Queen, darkest abyss of my sky… What did the parchment say I was?"
"That you are a Bloodborn my Sovereign, a pure Vampire. A superior breed over the immitations that call themselves such in this era" Luna said as her smirk grew. "Bloodborns are allegedly the descendants of a Sacrificial Goddess who thrived in war. A particular tribe who paid her homage she blessed with quasi immortality, strength beyond measure, healing factors that far surpassed even the disciples of Lycanon and so much more at the cost of drinking the blood they spilled for their goddess. You, my liege, are the living legacy of not just the Banner but the Sacrifical Goddess Numali and her favored disciples. All the powers of a vampire amplified by a thousand percent with none of the drawbacks. Except for having your heart cut out, that will kill you just like any being- vampire or otherwise."
Harry said nothing for a moment to let whar he heard sink.
Angel bit her lip worriedly hoping Harry wouldn't be too cross with her. She'd only been worried about him burning the candle at both ends and nearly killing himself in the process to try making himself worthy of the legacies left to him as inheritance. "Harry? Say something...please" she said looking up at him.
"I should be upset with you Angel" Harry said slowly. He saw her flinch making him sigh. "But I can't be upset with why you did it. Just like everything else its driven by love and concern for me. Just promise me you won't do something like this again when something important is at stake or in play" he asked kissing the sikver haired Dementors forehead softly.
"I promise" Angel swore shivering a little. "You know I would never do anything to intentionally harm you or take your legs out from underneath you." Trying to make light she leaned up gently nipping at Harry's ear. "Not yet anyway. My studies show the age of consent is fifteen human years. I'll wait that long to do more than our kissing, cussling and snuggles" she said in a soft breathy voice, her warm breath tickling.
Harry shivered and shoved Angel back with the faintest touch of embarrassment showing in his eyes. "At least I can understand now why my senses are so sharp and the taste of your blood is so sweet to me" he said grabbing both hers and Luna's arms. "We'll write you both later. Oh Selena" he turned to look at Angel's mom who reminded him of the female Batman comic villainess hence why he called her Selena with regards to the womans eye for shiny expensive things like Catwoman "write to Kilana and tell her that Luna here has decided to keep an eye as Handmaiden. She'll get the joke" he said with a smirk tugging at his lips.
"I do not offer turndown service and should you two decide to shag like wild ponies I do not change dirty sheets" Luna pointed out nonplused at being drafted into service since she was planning to offer it anyway.
"Oh come now Luna, what if we included you in that wild shagging?" Angel asked with a toying teasing grin.
Luna was stumped for a moment that she barely felt herself being dragged onto the train behind Harry. The silver haired Dementors laugh made her snap out of it with a rather lecherous thought crossing her mind. "If thats the case I should expect a salty and sweet honey treat then hmm?" she asked licking her lips in a purposeful way.
The two elder Dementors shook their heads as both Harry and Angel flushed bright red disappearing into the train. "Well, aside from a perverted young dark fae being drafted as basically their maid that went pretty well" Selena said speaking first.
Gerard shook his head again. "I can't help the sinking feeling we, us and Kilana that is, are going to be grandparents before we want to be" he said as the train pulled away.