I'M BACK!
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Just to let you know, I'm kinda making this up as I go, so any suggestions are more than welcome!...please?
ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will own
Harry POV
It was about two weeks after the prince had arrived. He seemed to have settled in well enough, but no-one had talked to him, except for the teachers, and even they seemed reluctant to do so.
I had just gotten out of my detention with Umbridge and was heading for the hall for dinner. When I got there, I headed straight for Hermione and Ron, wanting to stuff my face with my favourite treacle tart.
After a few minutes of talking and laughing with my friends, a loud bang sounded outside the hall, and the strangest man I'd ever seen skidded to a halt. He had green hair, a terrible sunburn and wore ragged animal skins.
"Kurda!" Darren roared, and ran forward to greet the man. "Where have you been- What's wrong?"
It was then that I realised the strange man, who had to be a vampire, looked like he had been crying.
"Darren," he choked, " We were on a scouting mission, and Vampaneze- they came out of nowhere- Larten- We didn't have a chance."
The young prince looked as if he had been slapped in the face. Then he spun on his heel and marched out the hall, though not before we saw tears streaming down his face.
At the Teachers' table, Dumbledore was on his feet. "Shouldn't someone go after him?" He looked worried.
The vampire- Kurda- gave a small smile. "No. He needs to cool off. This war has been hard on all of my people, he knows that. Even so, this will be hard on him." He sighed heavily, and then, in a blur of green hair and red skin, he disappeared.
The hall was silent, but people gradually returned to their conversations.
"What do you reckon he was talking 'bout? About the war?" said Ron.
"I don't know, but I think we should go talk to him," Hermione looked anxiously after the vampire prince.
"Talk to the vampire? 'Mione, are you mad?"
"Maybe we should, Ron," I said quietly, "After all, it looks like he just lost someone close to him."
Ron stared at us for a moment, then sighed. "I don't know why I listen to you, I honestly don't."
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When we finally found the prince, it was past midnight. He was staring out a large stain glass window on the top floor, as if contemplating jumping out.
"Um, excuse me? Darren?"
Quick as a whip, he spun round and drew the same sword he almost decapitated Dumbledore with. Hermione squeaked in alarm.
"Hey!" Ron shouted, "Why'd you do that?"
"I'm sorry," he murmured, and you could see that he was sincere, "Just had a... long day."
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Hermione?"
"Shut up."
"...Fine..."
"So," she said awkwardly, "who was Larten?"
Darren inhaled sharply, then sighed. "A friend," he whispered, "A very good friend. He's actually the Vampire who blooded me." He snorted. "I actually hated him. For my first months- years- as a Vampire, I hated him. For taking me away from my family, friends, my whole life, I couldn't stand to look at him. But now-" he sighed again, "he was the closest thing I had to family."
Darren POV
Why was I telling these humans this? They didn't care. But still, it was nice to have an actual conversation, even though the topic was not a nice one. I just couldn't believe it. Crepsley, dead. He always seemed so indestructible, invincible... Guess not.
The girl, Hermione, was staring at with eyes full of pity. I didn't want pity. I just wanted my friend back. 'But,' I thought, 'it would be nice to make a few friends. That is kind of what I'm here for.'
Deciding to play nice, I gave her a small smile. "Thank you for coming after me. I needed someone to talk to."
She smiled back. "It's ok. I'm Hermione Granger, that's Harry Potter, and the meathead is Ron Weasly."
I chuckled; it sounded hollow. "I know them; we've already met."
"Do you want to get back to dinner?"
"No, I think I'm going to go for a walk in the Forest."
Hermione bit her lip. "Are you sure? It's dangerous."
"More dangerous than a vampire?," I replied. I gave them a grim smile. "Besides-" I drew my twin blades from the scabbards on my back, "I need some way to release pent up anger."
Sorry for the rubbish chapter, I'm terrible at writing angst.
On the rocky road to friendship! As you can see, Ron and Harry don't completely trust him (Ron more so than Harry) but dear Hermione is always ready to open her heart to a lost soul.
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