The Twilight of Dawn
Chapter Seven: Familial Chat and Unconscious Winds
With a sharp right, Harry pulled into his driveway and parked by Remus' car. Grabbing his bag and leaving the car, the former Hogwarts student walked through his neat and bright front yard before stepping through the front door and being bombarded by a hard and fluffy object. Looking down at his waist, found a very fluffy looking dog practically hanging off Harry. Laughing at Padfoot's fur, he pushed him off and closed the door behind him. Walking into the living room with Padfoot on his heels, he found Remus sitting on the lounge with a book planted in front of his face. 'Typical' Harry thought with a laugh as he dropped his bag and fell into the seat beside his werewolf guardian.
Pulling himself away from his text, Remus smiled. "How was school? Did anything happen with the vamps?"
"School was alright, but god, there was this girl who just didn't know when to stop. She and a boy were really rude, and I lost my temper with both of them. No I didn't do any magic, but I did say some Latin and may have made the guy's chances to procreate lessen.." Harry looked sheepish as Sirius barked out a laugh before changing back and plopping down into his godson's lap. Remus smiled and put his arm around Harry's shoulders, giving him a one armed hug.
"Its okay, we know what you mean. But it should get better soon, don't worry. Now, what about these vampires, did you find out anything?"
"Well, they are the Cullen's, though two are putting on the cover of being twins by the name of Hale. They do have topaz eyes, but none of them look alike, so there's no doubt in my mind that they aren't related and are all part of a coven, but I don't know for sure who the head would be. My guess would be the person posing as their father though. He's supposed to be a doctor at Forks General Hospital. There's also a 'mother' who no one sees much. Other than the fact that there are 5 of them attending Forks High and I have one in my Biology class, I can't say much else for now, but I'll find out more."
Leaning back against the arm rest, Sirius put his legs up into Remus' lap and extended his arms back in a stretched. With a grin at the disgruntled looks on his seats faces, the grim animagus voiced a question he was just burning to ask. "So… are they hot?"
"Sirius!" Remus swatted the feet that were resting next to him with his book. Hearing a yelp, a satisfied smirk came across his face. Turning back to Harry, he raised his eyebrow in question. He knew of Harry's preference and by the sounds of it, there were two couples and a single male, which he thought would appeal to his godson. Harry was always getting in some kind of trouble and being the mate of a muggle Vampire would be something only he could pull off. It was known that non-magic Vampires didn't take magical mates; they were more attracted to squibs for reasons still unknown. It was thought to be for the reason that the wizard or witches magic and the muggle's venom didn't mix, but it was something no one had ever tested. But again, only Harry would be able to be the mate of a non-magic vampire, it was just how he was. He'd looked up the wizardry genealogy tome ultimate edition that self updated each time someone was born with magic, and he'd found no traces of any wizard or witch Vampires that went by the last name Cullen or Hale, so he'd come to conclusion they were from the muggle world before they were changed.
"They are all very… unique. But they are very attractive, they are definitely up there with your cousins Sirius." Harry smiled as he thought back to Edwards smile at the end of biology, not noticing the look his godfathers shared right in front of him.
"Really? Well maybe I should call up ol' cousin Pyxis and see what he knows about them. If anyone would know, it'd be him and his horde, they've been around long enough," Sirius laughed as he thought of his ageless cousin. Pyxis had been born in the early 16th Century and had been just 23 when he was turned by a rogue vampire rampaging a village town he'd been visiting. When his family, the Black's, found out the condition of their heir, they disowned him at once; they did not want anyone of dirty blood to be associated to their family. So Pyxis had taken on the name Solace and left his heritage behind, helping any newly turned vampires he came by, feeding from the blood of animals and teaching others the possibility of not taking human life. Some stayed with him over the years whilst others left, and by chance he found his mate in a young woman of 21 who'd been left for dead by witch hunters in the late 16th Century. Maia Belasis was a half-blooded witch, who'd been sold out by her jealous squib sister. Pyxis turned her and taught her his ways, and they've been helping their family grew since.
"Yes, they have been around for a while now," Remus stated as he tried unsuccessfully to remove his mate's feet from his lap. Shooting a look at Harry, he counted to 3 under his breathe and with Harry's help pushed the wizard to the ground, where he landed with a thump and shout. Harry let out a snort of laughter before getting up from the couch.
"Alright, well I think I'd better get started on my homework, then I'll come help you with dinner Remus," Harry said as he picked up his bag from where he'd dumped it and began heading for the stairs. Hearing a sound of affirmation from Remus, he climbed the steps, almost reaching the top when a dull thud was heard before a yell echoed up to the second floor. Laughing and shaking his head at his godfathers, Harry entered his room and dropped down in his desk chair. Looking around his room, he was pleased with how everything looked. His walls had been painted a off white with a feature wall painted midnight black. The feature wall was bare of everything unlike the others that were filled with hanging photos of Hogwarts castle, the Weasleys (minus Molly and Ron), Neville and Luna, his parents and godfathers and himself. Also posters of musicians such as Bach, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Mozart and many others were covering the white walls. Not many knew it but Harry had been an avid musician since he was in Primary school, encouraged to play by his music teacher in the first grade when he'd shown interest in the many instruments of the schools music department. He'd learnt a variety of instruments under the tutelage of Ms. Denase, who was part of the London Philharmonic Orchestra as a flautist. She had sat with him for many hours after school each week to help him find an escape from his family, and in doing so brought out his musical side. She'd taught him the ways of the flute, piano, clarinet, violin and harp, never taking anything in return for her help, always saying, "Just hearing you play is all the reward I'll ever need for the knowledge I've been able to impart in you."
Harry had never understood what she'd meant by that, but had in the end repaid her for her kindness to him. Before he'd left England, Harry had visited his old Primary school one more time to see Ms. Denase. He'd said a heartfelt thank you to the woman you'd helped him in his youth to find a way to getaway from the home he lived in and handed her an envelope. When she'd opened it, Ms. Denase almost fainted, for Harry had made out a cheque to her of $50,000. Harry didn't think he'd ever be able to forget the hug she'd given him or the tears in her eyes, but he was glad he'd done it, it was the least he could have done.
Glancing back around his room, Harry took in the rest of his possessions. His Firebolt was mounted on the wall beside his Queen silver and black sheeted four poster bed that faced the open French doors that led out onto his plant covered balcony. The desk he was seated at was opposite his feature wall, with a bookshelf on either side of it and a stereo with surround sound was sitting a top the shelf to the right, by the computer that rested just before him on the desk. A door right in the back corner of the room by his Firebolt led to his walk in wardrobe with another door inside that attached to his bathroom. 'At least I don't have to share a bathroom with Sirius again… No manners at all..' Harry thought with a shake of his head as he turned back to his books and began his homework, the memory of Sirius walking in on him in the shower whilst back at Grimmauld Place being firmly ignored in favour of the work he'd been given in Trigonometry.
It was almost 6pm when Harry completed his work and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Finding Remus and Sirius asleep on the couch on the way there, Harry smiled and left them be, making dinner for the three of them and then set the table. Just as he was setting the food out, two hungry looking canines came traipsing into the dining room with their noses in the air. After that dinner passed rather quickly with small talk and approving noises at the taste of the food. Allowing Remus and Sirius to clean up, Harry head back up to his room and made his way to his feature wall. Sitting before him were items he'd found within the walls of the Potter Family Vault. Sitting facing away from the bed was a beautiful white Grand Piano, made of the most elegant Ivory with a cushioned Ivory chair placed before it. To the left of the Piano was a stunningly handcrafted Ivory Harp with willingly given Unicorn Tail hair and Demiguise hair woven strings, the strength of the strings is from the fact that they were willingly given for the purpose of being crafted into Harp strings. The strings were almost invisible due to the Demiguise hairs but with the moons light shining on them, you could see the shine of the Unicorn Tail hairs. To the right of the piano sat a glass case that sat away from the black wall. Inside were three more instruments found in his vault; an Ivory Violin with more willingly given Unicorn and Demiguise hair strings, with a matching bow, an Ivory Flute and Clarinet. Each of these instruments had been in the Potter family since the early 14th Century, made as a dowry payment from a wealthy craftsman.
The Potters were known across the lands for their musical prowess, each family member possessing their own individual instrument, gifted to them on their 10th birthday. Harry's father, James had been a talent at Viola and had been given a striking Rosewood Viola at the age 10, which Harry had placed in a glass case of its own, located right by the case of his own instruments, polished up and looking as though it was brand new.
Gazing at his fathers' most prized possession, Harry felt more connected to the man he'd never gotten to know. Knowing of the things he and his father had in common made him happy to know that he could be like him without just looking like him. Smiling softly in wistfulness, the youth moved he piano chair over to the harp before seating himself and beginning to delicately stroke the strings, just letting himself get carried away by the notes that echoed around him and out the still open French doors, never knowing of the two sets of eyes watching him from the hallway door that shone with tears in memory nor of the wind carrying his music across the trees to a three story house just beyond his own houses' clearing. He never did know that those notes he played across the harp strings circled the ageless inhabitants, drawing them unconsciously together.
Hey again! I've had to redo a small portion of the chapter due to a mistake with the Vampire mates thing. The lovely Blumaroo pointed out that I said Vampires can't turn Wizards and Witches, and I had Pyxis and Maia turned and they're of magical descent. So yeah, fixed that up with a small explanation of how they came upon the ideas.
Also, I've changed my poll for this story. Check it out on my profile.
Hope you all enjoy! (Again..)
Tica naga,
The Love Dragon.
