Chapter 7 – Freak Out

After leaving Gringotts, Harry took a moment to unwrap the bandages from his right hand and cast an episkey on the wound. He winced at the weird feeling of his skin magically stitching itself back together. The wizard then tugged the two, now useless, stitches out that Carlisle had placed and wiggled his fingers, smiling at his vampire. Jasper returned the smile, beyond thrilled that his mate's hand had instantly healed without even leaving a scar behind.

The mates then drove to the Black ancestral home, determined to check out things there before returning to their house. Harry grimaced in disgust as he realized nothing had changed since the last time he'd visited. Grime still coated everything, the painting of Walburga Black still screamed her head off, and Kreacher the house elf still spewed out insults every time he caught sight of someone who wasn't a pureblood or "blood traitor." The elderly elf had just called Jasper a "disgusting half breed" when Harry grabbed the creature by the throat and threw him against the nearest wall.

The wizard leaned in until his nose was an inch away from Kreacher's. "If I hear one more disparaging word come from your filthy little mouth I will personally order you to pull out your own tongue and shove it up your arse. Do you understand me?" Harry squeezed until the small being could barely breathe. Kreacher immediately nodded as fear clouded his bugged out eyes. "Good." The elf fell hard to the floor, gasping for breath, as Harry stalked through the house with a smirking Jasper close behind.

With a wave of his wand Harry had all of the Weasleys' belongings packed, including their wands which had been left behind per his request when the goblins dumped them in the landfill. Harry didn't want them to recover from that trip too soon. Hopefully the entire lot of them would be searching for their wands for hours before giving up and going back to their home. Harry, of course, had made certain the few Weasleys that he liked weren't among the ones staying at the Order of the Phoenix's former headquarters before the sudden eviction. Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were the only redeemable ones, in his opinion, and weren't to be harmed unless they proved to be a nuisance.

He chuckled madly when he found the esteemed Albus Dumbledore's wand with the others. All were laying among the remnants of the feast they had been enjoying before their forced departure. Harry happily floo'd everyone's possessions to their respective residences before sealing the fire place. The fidelius charm had been reset when he took up the mantle as head of the House of Black and he and Jasper were currently the only ones capable of entering Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Jasper watched with sadistic glee as his soon-to-be lover inspected every room one last time to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. The wizard stopped suddenly inside the library and exuded a mixture of curiosity and excitement. "What are you planning, darlin'?"

Harry turned to him and grinned. "Well… I want to get back at everyone I can't stand, right?"

"Yes," the blonde answered with a tilt to his head.

The wizard smirked and, with a wave of his wand, began pulling the books down from the shelves and shrinking them before directing them into a nearby trunk. The trunk obviously had an expansion charm because he soon had the entire Black library enclosed within the chest without a problem.

After completing his task, Harry wrapped his arms around Jasper's neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. "Well, I can't think of a better place to find the perfect revenge than books on the dark arts. Most curses that the ministry labels dark is because there isn't a counter to them." Bright green eyes sparkled as they met the scarlet orbs of Jasper. "What's the point of coming up with ways to torture those pathetic excuses for humans if that bookworm Granger can dispel all my hard work with a bit of research?"

Jasper chuckled. "I see your point, love. Though you could always feed them to me."

Harry laughed happily before floating the now-full trunk behind them as they left the dank house. "That, too, has its merits, but I was hoping for something that would have them suffering for a while before I decide to grant them the sweet release of death."

Soon the chest was strapped to the back of the Harley Davidson and the boys were zooming toward their new home. Neither saw the despicable house elf Kreacher eyeing his new master with respect from the window as they left.


Albus Dumbledore frantically searched the landfill for any sign of his wand. The Weasleys had done the same, but had given the cause up as lost soon after. They had been determined that their wands were simply gone and they would have to make do with replacements, providing they could spare the gold to purchase them, of course. The headmaster couldn't afford to give up, for the wand he controlled was no mere Ollivander creation. Oh no… he was the master of the most unique wand in existence and, since no two wands were alike, that was saying something.

If he walked away now, Albus would be giving up his ownership of the fabled Elder Wand… the most powerful wand ever crafted, and one of three artifacts he had dedicated his entire life to possessing. He had both Antioch Peverell's wand and Ignotus Peverell's invisibility cloak, though he had helped himself to both through unscrupulous means, and he wasn't planning to give up on either. It had honestly never occurred to him until he had spent nearly four hours pawing through garbage that he could grab his old wand from his office and return to this landfill and simply summon his beloved wand. By the time he came to this conclusion the Weasleys were all exhausted and more than a little cranky… especially young Ronald with an obviously broken arm his father had splinted with things found in the immediate area.

Of course they couldn't simply apparate without wands… not even the great Albus Dumbledore could manage that, so they were forced to trudge the nearly thirty miles to London, as not one of them had enough money to summon the Knight Bus. Albus had tried, with the intent to pay the fare at a later date, only to have the door shut in his face when their odor drifted inside. By the time they had finally piled into the wizarding tavern they were all extremely sick of each other. Albus had all but threatened Tom to let them make use of his floo, but it was wholly unnecessary. The bartender was more than happy to send them and their foul stench far away from his pub. Needless to say everyone's appetites had fled once that bedraggled group had appeared!

After Dumbledore left The Leaky Cauldron in a whoosh of green flames back to Hogwarts, the four Weasleys were forced to make their own way back to the Burrow since the floo at Grimmauld Place refused to accept them. They were happy to find their wands and other possessions waiting for them, even though all of them were planning on having words with Harry Potter the next time they laid eyes on him for causing this entire ordeal! Once Ron's arm was properly set thanks to Molly's potions and healing spells, the lot of them happily washed away their traumatic night and went to bed.


As soon as Albus' feet stepped out of his fireplace in his office he saw his beloved wand on the floor. The old wizard beamed for a moment, grateful that he didn't have to revisit hell on Earth once more to find his prized possession. Once he made his way into his private rooms the headmaster had removed as much filth from his body as he was able, but it wasn't until he had viciously scrubbed himself with scalding water and soap that he truly felt clean. As he soaked himself in his second bath of the night, Albus was worried the smell would never completely dissipate despite his efforts.

Harry James Potter… Albus couldn't wait to exact some revenge for everything that whelp had put him through tonight. If he thought Vernon Dursley was someone to be feared, he was about to experience the wakeup call of the century. So the boy found out about his inheritance and he thought that made him a big man? The elderly wizard chuckled. No, Harry would soon find out who the real man was in this game.

As he dried himself off there was a little niggling worry, however. He knew how powerful the goblins were, and they certainly were behind the clever bit of magic that forced him and the Weasleys into that landfill. What if that hadn't been the extent of the aid they lent to the young man? Stomach filling with anxiousness, Albus quickly dressed into clean pajamas and made his way to the heavily warded room where he kept all of his treasures.

Once the heavy door was opened he gasped in dismay. Everything he had removed from the Potter vault was gone! Screaming in anger, Albus Dumbledore shoved over the bookcase that was once filled with priceless tomes that he had barely begun to look through! His breath left him completely when he noticed the jewel of his collection missing. Ignotus Peverell's famous invisibility cloak was gone and the headmaster flung the empty mannequin he had used for display purposes to the side.

Harry Potter was going to pay for this insult with his life!


A few days after their Gringotts trip, Jasper happily watched his mate lounge on their bed as he combed through one of the darker books he had brought from Grimmauld Place. The young man was determined to find the perfect spells to cut his pseudo friends down to size before the summer was over. As the wizard flipped another page he absently stretched his right arm over his head. The vampire let out an involuntary moan as the borrowed t-shirt rode up enough to expose a strip of the teen's taut abdomen. He received a smile from Harry once the young human noticed his presence before the book was set aside. "Hello Jasper, how are you?"

The vampire loved that, no matter how busy he was, the wizard always found time for him. Jasper smirked as he leaned over Harry and captured the luscious lips in a tender kiss. The human released his own moan as the blonde's tongue demanded entrance into his mouth. The two fought a brief battle for dominance before the wizard submitted as the vampire knew he would. Thankful that they were already on the bed, Jasper climbed on top of his mate and devoured him.

Harry panted harshly for breath as his mate kissed and nibbled a line down his neck. He tilted his head back to offer more to the blonde as his hands moved under the blue silk shirt and lightly raked his nails down the cool skin of Jasper's back. "Please, Jasper," the wizard breathed. His back arched as the vampire pulled up Harry's shirt and began tonguing his navel.

Smirking deviously, Jasper raised his head to meet the slightly out of focus emerald gaze of his mate. "Please what, darlin'? What would you like me to do?"

The human moaned, and what little blood that hadn't gone to his cock tinged his face red in embarrassment. It was then that Jasper remembered that his mate was a virgin… a young virgin. He crawled up the lithe body beneath him once more and lined his hard member up with Harry's. As he leaned down to capture the already opened mouth once more, Jasper ground their erections together, causing his mate to scream in ecstasy around their kiss.

Once Harry became more comfortable with their play, he began meeting Jasper's thrusts and soon they had both reached an intense orgasm. The vampire rolled over and pulled the teen close, holding him through the aftershocks and monitoring his emotions to make sure Harry had been truly ready for that step. Thankfully there was only contentment and excitement in the air and not a trace of shame.

It took a few minutes before Harry's breathing returned to normal, but once it did he said, "That was bloody brilliant." He grabbed his wand from the bedside table and cleaned the sticky mess away from them both.

Jasper smirked and ran his fingers through the slightly sweaty locks of his soul mate. "Just wait till we're both naked… it gets much better, darlin'."


As soon as Harry fell asleep that night, Jasper had left to hunt. He ran all the way to Walthamstow and followed a rhythmic thumping noise until he found an active nightclub. The vampire nearly shivered in anticipation as he easily blended with the shadows and waited. Soon enough he heard a high-pitched drunken giggle of a girl who'd had too much to drink. She stumbled out into the parking lot alone, which he thought unusual until he spied the golden wedding band on her finger. "Hubby must be taking care of the check," he thought as he stalked closer.

The vivacious redhead had just lit up a cigarette when an ice-cold hand shot out and covered her mouth before she was pulled deeper into the shadows. Her attempted screams were lost amid the loud music and joyous humans inhabiting the nightclub. Once the girl's heart had finally stopped, Jasper could hear his latest victim's escort calling her name as he began the fruitless search for his wife. Jasper quickly threw the body into the deep ravine behind the club and left.

The only evidence he had ever been there was a freshly lit cigarette on the ground and a male voice desperately calling for someone named Amber.


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