Interlude; Summer, Part Two

Harry's mouth fell opened at the sight of what he knew to be a house-elf sitting on his bed. His mouth fell open in shock. The elf was in bad condition, even for what it was. It wore a grotty loin cloth and nothing else, it had scars over its small body and it was so thin Harry could make out each of its ribs. "Er, hi." Harry greeted, wondering why the hell a house elf was in his room.

"An honour it is to meet you, Sir." the elf started. "It is an honour being in the presence of the great Harry Potter."

"Right," Harry said looking startled, a worshiping house-elf, that was a new one. "Before I ask what you're doing here why don't you tell me your name."

"I is Dobby, Sir. Dobby the House-Elf."

"Right then…er…Dobby, sit down and tell what's up." Harry didn't realise this is one of the worse things he could have said.

Dobby burst into tears. Harry looked at the elf, his eyebrows raised. "urm, what's wrong, Dobby?"

This served to send the elf into an even bigger sobbing fit. Through the tears he managed to speak. "Sir…'sniff'…treats Dobby…'sniff'…like an equal. Dobby has never…'sniff'…been treated like that…'sniff'…by a wizard."

"You can't have met any decent wizards then." Harry said.

"No, I haven't." Dobby confirmed, before looking horror stricken. He jumped up and hefted one of Harry's training weights and was about to hit himself over the head with it. "Bad Dobby, bad."

Harry dove forewords and snatched up the weight. He had heard some of the older pureblood families made their elves punish themselves whenever they did something wrong. "Dobby, no punishing your self in my house. Understand, it's forbidden. Now why are you in my room?"

"Dobby has come to warn Harry Potter, Sir. Evil plots at Hogwarts this year, Sir. Harry Potter must not return to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." Dobby said quickly.

"Dobby, what's going to happen, what evil?" Harry asked urgently.

"Dobby cannot say, Sir. It is imperative that, Sir, do as Dobby say." Dobby looked down, his hand wringing the front of his loincloth, Harry knew, if he wanted a straight answer out of the elf he would have to calm him down.

Harry knelt down. "Look, Dobby, whatever this evil is, I can handle it." Harry spoke soothingly. "I need to go back, if there's evil it's all the more reason for me to go. I need to help protect the other students."

"Brave Harry Potter is, Sir." Dobby said to himself more than to Harry. "Willingly putting himself in danger to protect others.

"Dobby, who is your family?"

"Dobby cannot say, Sir." there was a sound outside Harry's door. "Dobby must go, Harry Potter."

"No-" Harry jumped towards Dobby, but he was gone. "Shit." he sat back on his bed, what Dobby had just told him running through his head. "Sirius ain't goin' to believe this."

* * * *

Harry walked down the stairs, his coat billowing behind him. The room was filled with people who had helped with his training. The clan of vampires who had helped with his speed and hand to hand combat, the pack of werewolves who had helped him reign in his inner wolf and use his senses to their full potential, a few members of the centaur heard from Australia who helped with his stargazing and sky rituals. There was Mira Grindlewald, the Niece of the Dark Lord Dumbledore had defeated, she had taught him Dark Magic and blood rituals. There were numerous underworld characters that had taught him a thing or two about blackmail, manipulation and tactics.

"Harry." Harry turned in time to be engulfed in the large bosom that was Mira. By the time she released him he was blushing. Sirius had seen and came bounding up.

"Me next, me next."

"Padfoot, stop thinking with you balls for once, can't you just be pleased to see Mira."

"Oh, hush, Cane, can't you see that I'm trying to charm the lady." Sirius smiled again at the relation of the past dark lord.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Trying and failing. Watch and learn, Paddy." Harry turned to the woman who was watching them with amusement, "My Darling, Mira, would you give me the honour of this dance?" Harry bowed and offered his hand to the woman, who took it graciously.

Sirius watched as Harry led the woman away, his arm around her waist. Remus came up behind him and smirked. "Face it, Padfoot, with your charm, my and Lily's intellect and James's looks Harry can have pretty much any girl he wants. Be proud, you've trained a heart breaker worse than yourself."

Sirius grinned. "Can't wait to see what he'll be like when his hormones kick in. Apparently he's already charmed Minnie into keeping his secret when she found out. She's been writing to me to keep me posted on his progress. Best student there is."

"Naturally, he has mine and Lily's brains. Of cour-"

"That little bastard. Look where his hands are!" Sirius shouted, pointing to where Harry was dancing with Mira. Remus looked over to see Harry's hands were sliding down to land on Mira's bum. She didn't seem to mind at all. Harry saw them looking and smirked at Sirius.

Remus roared with laughter. "The student has become the master."

* * * *

Harry walked back over after his dance and sat down with Sirius. "I'm sure if you ask Mira would dance with you. In fact, she told me she preferred tame old dogs to wild young wolves.

Sirius's face lit up and Harry grinned as he watched Sirius walk over to the woman. Harry knew the two held a soft spot for each other and would bet on it that sometime in the near future they would get together.

"You are a devious one my young wolf." Harry looked up to see Leader Orlaugh, the pack leader of the werewolves that lived in Tibet, they hid under the guise of Monks and would allow any werewolf into their midst, they had taught Harry, in wolf form, how to hunt, how to kill and in human form the benefits of clear minds.

"I don't know what you mean, OrLaugh." Harry smiled. "I was just doing my two friends a great service."

"You are wise beyond your years, Harry James. You could be a leader, a general, a hero or, here the wolf smiled at Harry in a fatherly way, "A husband."

Harry glanced at the wolf. "How do you mean?"

Orlaugh smiled at Harry. "My daughter Lana has talked about you often, I think she is quite taken with you after your time at the mountain. I'm not insisting or pressuring you, but if you are ever in need of love, attention, a girlfriend, a mate or even a wife, she would be more than willing."

Harry knew this was a great honour and smiled at the offer. "Your daughter is a wonderful person, Sir. And while I would be honoured, I could not put anyone in that position, I have a job to do, and while I am doing it I cannot put that burden onto anyone else. I am not a hero, I am just someone who wants justice and for the right thing to be done, and am willing to do whatever it takes to do it."

"Isn't that what a hero is?" Orlaugh said solemnly, smiled, patted Harry on the shoulder and walked away.

Harry smiled and leaned back, Lana was a fine catch, if he decided to accept the werewolf's offer, she was, in a word; beautiful, and would beyond a shadow of a doubt fight to claim him as her own once he grew older. He was thankful he had an excuse on hand.

"My, Cane. You are getting popular aren't you?" Harry turned to see June Vladimir, a half-vampire looking at him. She had near translucent skin and contrasting hair, making her look like snow white, her lips as red as the blood she lived off of. "I must say being offered the hand of the princess of the Tibetan pack like that, many in my clan would kill for that."

"What can I say? I'm irresistible. I remember the first time I met you, you tried to seduce me, even if we were only nine at the time, though I later suspected you only wanted me for my blood." he smirked.

She smiled, and Harry was sure if she had a blood flow she would be blushing. "Ah yes, and I wanted to turn you as well. I must admit, I'm glad I didn't, with the amount of power that you're gathering in your blood it will be rewarding when I drink when you have come into your prime."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What is it with you vampires? Sex and blood, it's all you think about." he smiled. "Though once I'm older I wouldn't say no to the sex part."

She hit him gently. "Ass. Surely once you're sixteen or seventeen you wouldn't mind being bitten? Turned."

"I'll make you a deal. If I am ever on my death bed and the world still needs me, then you can turn me." He smirked at her excited face. "That doesn't mean you can put me on my death bed. Anyway enough, what would you say to a dance?"

She smirked her fang being revealed. "Certainly."

The two came together, he leading, twirling her around the dance floor as the music changed from fast to slow. The song ended. Then a seductive tune started up, Harry recognised it from the band Rasputina, violins and guitar working in harmony. She started grinding herself against him. He was glad they both looked older than they were, otherwise it would have looked wrong.

As the song came to a close she pulled at the back of his head and pulled him into a scorching kiss, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Once she had finished she stroked his cheek turned and walked away from him, her hips swaying. He smiled goofily. "Fuck me."

Sirius grinned as Harry sat next to him. "June still desperate to get her teeth into you?"

Harry smiled, rubbing the small punctured wounds on his lip. "In more way's that one, Paddy. She still wants to turn me."

"And who can blame her?" Harry turned to see Alex Bartholomew sitting next to him. Harry mentally moaned. Alex was a werewolf from New York, and a very gay one at that. "I mean, you are very yummy." he winked at Harry.

Harry laughed. "Great, so far I've had a marriage offer from a werewolf pack, an offer of eternal life from one of the sexiest girls my age I've ever met, and now a gay werewolf is coming on to me."

"Ohh marriage, what pack?" Alex asked.

"The Tibetans. Apparently their princess has a thing for me." Harry told the werewolf.

"Who can blame her?" Alex grinned and stood up. "Anyway I'm off, there was a male Veela somewhere, and Veelas are always bi, must see him." he purred in his throat and left.

"That wolf really gives me the creeps sometimes." Sirius told Harry.

* * * *

Harry ran down Diagon Alley, a large black dog at his heels. He had a glamour on that made appear taller and his cloak on covering his face so no one could see what he looked like. "Shit, shit, shit." he muttered as he ran. He bumped into someone, but turned on the spot and carried running after saying a quick, "Sorry."

Finally he arrived at the entrance of Knockturn Alley. He smiled, walking down confidently, in this area you had to look confident, otherwise you could be mugged, cursed or something equally as unpleasant, Harry even knew someone who had been turned into a vampire down here.

This alley was where the scum, outcasts and misfits of the wizarding world hung out. In other words perfect for Cane and his pet on the run convict Padfoot. People nodded at Harry as he passed down the streets. Finally they came to the shop they were looking for.

Harry smiled and entered Borgin and Burkes. He looked around at the various objects, the proprietors eyes following him. The shop was dim and dusty, candles only lighting up various items within the shop. Harry peered at a bloodstained pack of cards, smiling at them, he had seen these mentioned in various books. The four hundred galleons they were listed under had them severely under priced. He knew though it wasn't planned he would purchase these, never knew when possessed cards would come in handy.

As Harry was browsing the door opened, out of interest Harry glanced over to see it was Draco Malfoy and who could only be his father. Same hair, same sneer and same arrogant gaze. Lucius Malfoy. Harry watched the elder Malfoy converse with the shop keeper, while Draco wondered around the shop after a quick "touch nothing, Draco." from his father.

Harry listened intently as the elder Malfoy discussed various items that the Malfoy's wanted to sale. Harry smiled as he saw Draco look at the Hand of Glory, a shrivelled hand old thing that looked near mummified. Malfoy reached out his hand to touch it. Harry sighed, Malfoy's, always putting their hands where they don't belong.

"I wouldn't touch that, Young Malfoy." Harry said from behind the boy. "In these shops you never know if these things bite."

This turned the shop keepers, Lucius Malfoy's and Draco's attention to him. He smiled at the shock and alarm on the elder Malfoy's face. Harry smiled at the emotions of fear and alarm. "Fear not Mr Malfoy, I seem to be going deaf early, and any illegal activity has completely passed me by, I am not one to blab to the Ministry."

Relief showed on the Malfoy's face. "I thank you, Sir."

"Quite alright, though there may be something you can do for me. I have heard rumour that you have a certain book, one that no one but a special few would be able to read." Harry smiled at the man's startled face. "As I say, I am not one to blab on other people's misdeeds, I am purely interested in purchasing this book. I am a rich man, in possessions and liquid assets, no price is to high."

Malfoy smiled. "I am in possession of the book of which you speak. As after this I am about to go home to pick a few things up I will retrieve the book. If I say meet me in the Leaky Cauldron in roughly an hour."

Harry nodded and smiled. "Certainly."

Malfoy looked at the man behind the counter. "Pleasure doing business with you, Sir," he looked at Harry. "I'll see you in an hour, I will give you the book for a measly five hundred Galleons. Come, Draco." Harry watched as the two left.

Harry then turned to the shop keeper. "I wish you purchase those cards over there, and I have heard rumour that you have recently acquired two muggle items I have interest in. they are named The Colts of Lucifer," the shop keepers eyes widened, "I will give you five thousand Galleons for the Colts, each and the four hundred for the cards, up front and in cash."

The shop keeper looked as if his birthday had come early. "Of course, Sir." The man ran off and brought out a wooden box.

Harry opened the box and nearly purred at the sight. The guns were a near replica of the Colt Dragoon, except the barrel was shaped as though it were a dragon head and if it were fired the bullet would come from the dragons mouth. Harry picked one up gently and opened the cylinder to reveal the chambers, it was empty. Harry pulled a round object from his clock pocket, it had six bullets attached, Harry slid it into the gun and flipped it closed, the dragons eyes glowed.

"Perfect." Harry tossed the shop keeper a bag of money. "Thank you."

Harry placed the revolver back into the box and closed it, sliding it into his cloak, where he shrunk it and pocketed it.

Highly satisfied Harry left the shop.

Harry smiled as he turned into a back alley and pulled the box out as Sirius transformed into his human form. Harry pulled the colts from the box and smiled, admiring them from every angle. He felt his magic flow into them, the dragons eyes lighting up.

"Look, Paddy. The red eyes work like a laser sight." he flipped it around in his hand, looking down the barrel, one eye closed to test the accuracy. He smiled as he shrugged his cloak off and hooked the guns into holsters under his arms, which made the guns invisible and incorporeal to all but him, the holsters had been made for him by a dark centaur heard. They were the ones that had originally started his small obsession over the colts.

"So these baby's can kill anything?" Padfoot asked.

"No, it depends on the aim and the round I use. If I load them with normal bullets they would work like a normal gun, but, if I use the runic rounds the Lethinic heard gave me, these baby's could go through a dragon, there are also explosive rounds and stunning rounds, and rounds that cause pain, second to that of the Cruciatus Curse." Harry explained. "look this one can even kill a ghost or spirit."

"Won't they be classed as Dark objects though?" Sirius asked.

Harry grinned. "No. Dark objects have their own magic, like wands do, these are not, these are purely objects, like a cauldron. The rune are not dark either, as they are purely cylinders with runes carved into them, no magic. A muggle could use these as a normal gun, but when a wizard holds them and magically charges them, then they can fire the runic bullets. They are not dark objects because dark objects are classified as objects that could harm and injure with magic in magical hands." Harry smiled at Sirius's baffled face. "Though technically, that could make wands Dark objects." he grinned and laughed, as Sirius turned back into a dog.

* * * *

Harry dressed in his hooded cloak again waited, his eyes darting all over the place, he smiled oddly as a familiar group passed by him, the Weasleys, along with Hermione had just flooed in.

"Did James say he would meet us here?" Mrs Weasley was asking.

Fred and George didn't seem to hear while Ginny got a dreamy look on her face. "Not sure, mum." Ron answered. "He said he was coming to the Alley today, but he wasn't sure what time."

Harry was listening intently when he saw the elder Malfoy appear through a fire place. Harry walked over to him. "Mr Malfoy. You have my book?"

"Yes, Mr-"

"Scarlet." Harry finished for the man, "Henry Scarlet." Harry said handing a bag of Galleons to the Head of the Malfoy family. "It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr Malfoy."

As the blonde walked away Harry flicked through the book. It was a journal written by Salazar Slytherin, written in Parseltounge, and at that present day only understandable by two, Harry and Lord Voldemort.

"Well Padfoot, looks like I've struck gold." He smirked. "Well, let's go home, then come back to meet up with the Weasleys and get my school stuff."

* * * *

Once home Harry pulled his robes off and took the sizing glamour off of himself, he pulled the various weapons he had on, leaving nothing but his wand and the colts attached to himself, along with a small explosive in his back pocket. Wearing a black t-shirt, leather jacket and combat pants he pulled on his boots he looked a lot older than his twelve years. More like fifteen or sixteen.

"Paddy, I'm off." He called through to Sirius who was at the kitchen table with Remus, Harry was about to Floo when the flames in the fireplace turned emerald. He groaned as June fell through.

She groaned when she saw him. "Aw, not on your death bed yet?"

Harry smirked. "Sorry, Love. Not yet. Are you goin' to stalk me until I am?"

June smiled and nodded. "Yup. Where we going?"

"I'm going to Diagon Alley, in England, where it is summer, daytime and sunny." he smirked.

"Lucky I'm dressed for it then." she grinned pointing down at her outfit. Her hair was hidden by a black bandanna with skulls on, she had fashionable small sunglasses, a black tank top with a corset around her stomach, a long skirt, and a long leather jacket. A perfect protection against the sunlight. "You need to dress to match though."

She snapped her fingers and Harry was suddenly wearing a long leather jacket like hers, but with a red silk lining, a small top hat and purple tinted glasses, he was also wearing a blood red over shirt in between his black t-shirt and the leather coat. he looked down at himself and swore. Sirius then walked in and smirked as he saw Harry. "Harry, nice look, that is so Gary Oldman's Dracula look."

(A/N: for those of you with either no taste or not old enough to have seen it, Gary Oldman played Dracula in one of the more recent remakes, Gary Oldman is also the fantastic actor who played Sirius in the Harry Potter movies.)

"I know, won't he make a brilliant vampire?" June said proudly.

"June, I have no wish to become a vampire." Harry said plainly.

June looked upset, but then perked up. "But I can still make out with you right?"

Harry glared at Sirius who was on the floor laughing at the girls bluntness. "I suppose."

"Yay." she jumped and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Does this mean we're dating? I can't wait to tell my dad."

"I'm going to Diagon Alley." Harry said plainly, seemingly forgetting what he was dressed in.

June jumped after him, excited as a puppy. "I'm coming."

Sirius grinned and turned into Padfoot. "No way am I missing this."

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "A deranged animagus and a sexy, but insane vampire. I really need to pick my friends better."

"Girlfriend." June corrected just before the flame whisked them to England.

* * * *

Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the twins were sitting in the leaky cauldron when the fire roared emerald, they all turned thinking it was James, they weren't disappointed, their faces turned to shock when they saw him though. On his arm was a girl, one who had the twins and Ron drooling, and around their feet gambolled a large grim like dog. James grinned when he saw his friends. Walking over, they saw the girl whispering things into his ear, he was smiling slightly.

"Hey guys, how you doing?" James grinned at them. "This is June, a friend of mine from -" he stopped and turned to her "-where was it I met you and you folks?"

"Spain, Cane. We met in Spain. You rescued me after I fell out of a window into the bull run. And girlfriend as of twenty seconds ago." June smiled and ran her finger up his leather clad arm.

"That's it, Spain, and for the girlfriend bit I think I was a bit of a nutter agreeing.. And this bundle of bone, blood, guts and something other than brains is Grim, my dog. Careful though if you're not careful he might drown you in saliva and drool." he grinned.

"We love you too, Cane." June smirked.

"How old are you?" Ron asked her.

"Oh, I'm twelve. Like you and James." She smiled at their shocked faces. "I know I don't look it, but seriously, does James?"

The Twins smirked. "Not really."

* * * *

Ginny was glaring at June as the group walked down the street. June was pressed against James, pointing everything out she found fascinating, Ginny found this annoying, but James seemed to like it as he grinned and laughed whenever she did this. Ginny found, even having met this girl hardly half and hour ago she hated her. She had taken her James.

The girl took a playful swing at James, Ginny watched as James ducked, swept under the girls arms and gathered her into his arms and bit her neck slightly. Ginny heard the girl giggle.

* * * *

"Shouldn't it be me biting you?" June asked as Harry bit down softly on her neck.

Harry shrugged, his hands moving down June, tickling her stomach slightly. "Perhaps, but I think with you here Ginny is quickly getting over her crush."

"is it her I can feel the hate from? I can feel the hate glaring into my back, even now." June smiled her arm coming up and stroking Harry's face. "Maybe I should come to Hogwarts with you this year, just to make sure she doesn't try anything."

Harry smiled and chuckled at her tone. "I know I wasn't to keen on us at first, but you're growing on me." he left and appeared again by her side, hooking his arm casually over her shoulders.

"Does that mean you'll let me turn you?" June asked, Harry noticed her eyes fixed on his jugular.

"One day, Pet, one day."

"Tease." she pouted. "but you're my tease." she reached up and kissed his cheek. "And it's staying that way."

"Does it look like I mind?" Harry queried.

"Nope, but you might when mum comes to your place tonight." June told him.

Harry instantly dropped her hand and paled. "Y…your mum's coming round? Why, oh god, why?"

"She wants to meet my new boyfriend." June explained. "Dad's out on business and I'm staying round your place tonight."

"You mum's coming but your dad isn't. I'm so dead. And how does your mum know we're datin-oh." Harry remembered that June's mum had the sight, the ability to see the future.

"She knew we'd be dating this morning." June whispered.

"What's bad about her mum?" Fred asked.

June smirked. "My mum doesn't like James much. His pet wolf ate my mum's cat."

"And she just plain doesn't like me." Harry shot out. "your dad will probably be trying to arrange our wedding and you mum will be trying to arrange my assassination."

"You have a pet wolf?" George asked amazed.

"Yeah, James has Morag." June said factually. "Real cutie-pie."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Can we forget my dear Morag and get back to my impending death at the hands of your mother? She disliked me enough when we were friends, but now she's going to hate me."

"Mate, you've faced a troll," Fred said.

"How bad can your Girlfriends mum be?"" George finished.

"A lot worse. I think the troll would be running away from her." Harry said, "And she's just as bad." He said pointing to June, who scowled at him. "She's just more seductive."

Ron was about to open his mouth when Hermione squealed pointing at a sign outside Florish and Blotts.. "Oh Merlin, look Gilderoy Lockhart's signing books."

"Is he that blonde bimbo who writes all those defence books?" Harry asked, having read most of the man's books. "They're so shitty, the dates are mixed up, so are the characteristics of the things in it, and it's really prejudice."

"How can you say that, James?" Hermione asked outraged.

"Easily. Look at the facts, in Voyages with Vampires on March in nineteen eighty he was trapped in a cave surrounded by trolls, and in Wanderings with Werewolves it states he was in Australia on the reef helping natives deal with an uprising of Kelpies. And he talks about Werewolves, Vampires and Centaurs as if they're animals and not intelligent beings. I guarantee, without it attacking him the ponce wouldn't know a vampire if it were standing right in front of him." Harry squeezed June's hand. "He's just full with bull shit."

They walked into the shop anyway and Hermione leading fought their way to the front. Lockheart was obviously telling stories. "Anyway I was facing this werewolf, I could see the whites of it's eyes-"

From where he stood, not being able to see Lockheart Harry yelled, "If you've ever seen a werewolf you'd know their eyes are orange, a red golden colour and black, no white at all." Fred, George, Ron and June chuckled, as did most of the male audience members. Lockheart looked disheartened.

"Does anyone want to come up to help me act out a scene I had with a vampire a few months ago?" the blonde asked.

Harry mockingly stood on tip toes. "Oh, oh, pick me, pick me."

"The young man over there can play the vampire."

Harry grinned at his friends, rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Yay."

June let go of his hand and watched as her boyfriend walked up to the man. She smirked at him. "Good luck."

"And can I have that young woman there." Harry watched as a girl he recognised as a seventh year stood up and walked out to the front. "Now, it you would go over there and sit down, pretend to be tied to that chair. What's your name?"

"Anne Clearwater."

"Okay, Anne. Pretend to be tied to that chair over there. What's your name young man."

"Call me, Cane." Harry grinned.

"Okay Cane, if you could just stand in front of her and lean over as if to suck her blood." Lockheart just turned when Harry spoke.

"Where from, Sir?" Harry asked.

"What?"

"Where would you like me to suck her blood from?" Harry asked. "Vampires like blood from various places, the neck is just the most known place as that's where vampires drink from in public. From what I've read vampires in private prefer to drink from here," Harry pointed to the vein in the woman's arm. "Here," he pointed to her wrist. "or the most popular." he put his hand on the woman's leg, "Here." he winked at the woman who blushed scarlet.

"Just drink from her neck."

"Righty-o."

He glanced over at his friends, they were all trying hard not to laugh apart from Hermione and Ginny.

"Okay, so, Mr Cane. Now I'm going to come in and you pretend to be as evasive as possible, and Miss Clearwater you look scared."

"Urm, another question." Harry said. "If I were a vampire, she wouldn't be scared, cause like anyone who reads should know vampires, particularly male vampires have a power to seduce their victims, if anything Anne here should be well…I wont say what because there are young ears present, but to put it mildly 'turned on'."

As he said this June decided to add something and gave a loud pleasurable moan. At this most of the men in the shop burst out laughing at the celebrities face.

"But, hey you're the boss. So you want me to pretend to be about to suck this girl's blood?" Harry grinned and bent down over the girl. From the audience's point of view they could see he had whispered something, and then she had turned bright red.

"Now, I come in and you greet me, and try to edge you away from the girl."

"Okay, lemme think. Right." Harry grinned. He turned and looked at the man. "Hey, Gild. I have some fifty year old goblin made wine, wanna come in so I can get you drunk and then drain your blood. I hear virgin's blood is the best."

Fred, George and June burst out laughing, while all the men in the audience bowed their heads trying hard not to laugh out loud. Lockheart went bright red." urm…" he stuttered. "Right. I then come in and brandish my wand at the fiend." Lockheart brought out his wand. "And I yelled the sunlight curse." Lockheart muttered something and a small ball of light appeared.

"Ooo, pretty." Harry said, smiling. "Boy am I glad we vampire's are immune to sunlight unlike all the stories say we are."

"No he went poof." Lockheart said.

"What? Like you?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Lockheart realised what he had said then back tracked. "I mean no.

Fred and George decided to lend a hand. "Did you hear that everyone? Gilderoy Lockheart's gay!"

Harry then grinned at the celebrity. "I have to go, but I think you have some people waiting." Harry pointed at the reporters all asking questions. "Later, Gild." Harry jumped off the stage walked over to his friends and bowed deeply.

"Wow. James Canis," Fred said.

"You are out new hero,"

"You contradict a well known celebrity,"

"Try and seduce a woman on stage,"

"In front of your girlfriend,"

"Embarrass celebrity and woman,

"And then get celebrity to admit he bats for the other side."

"All in a few minutes."

"OUR HERO!" The two fell to their knees and bowed in front of Harry who smirked.

June walked up and gave him a sound kiss on the lips, stepped on tip toes and whispered in his ear. "Thanks for defending my kind, babe, hopefully when mum finds out she'll go easy on you."

"Yay." Harry grinned.

The group were just starting to walk from the shop when a voice stopped them. "Well, well, Canis. Can't even go into a book store with out becoming centre of attention, and even when a better wizard than himself is present."

Before anyone could stop her Ginny stepped forwards. "Leave him alone, at least he isn't a Dark Art lover."

Draco looked as if Christmas had come early. "Look, Potter. You got yourself a girlfriend."

"Ah, well at least girls actually like me, Malfoy. And there's that fact I will end up marrying someone I actually want to marry, how's your betrothed?"

Malfoy was about to step forwards when Lucius Malfoy stopped him. "Play nice, Draco. Could you possibly introduce me to your friends?" he looked at them. "Or don't, I can guess for myself." he looked at Harry. "James Canis?"

Harry grinned. "Yup, Marauder, Slytherin hater and Pure-blood ass kicker, you must just hate me."

"You should show respect to your elders and betters." the elder Malfoy sneered.

"Betters? Where?" Harry asked looking around.

Malfoy ignored him and turned to the Weasleys. "You're Weasley's spawn? Hand me downs, second hand books," he reached into Ginny cauldron and picked up a few of her school books and looked at them distastefully. "about as low as anyone can go, unless you count the Mud blood."

"A mud blood I know for a fact did better than Draco in all her exams. Then again I think the only people who did worse than Draco were his pet gorillas." Harry smirked at the outrage on the man's face as he threw Ginny's books back into her cauldron.

"And who's this?" he turned to June.

"June Vladimir, I think you know my father Mr Malfoy."

Malfoy paled. Harry smirked, he knew June's father had indeed met the elder Malfoy, the Vladimir family had worked undercover with the Romanian ministry against Voldemort. And Count Vladimir had almost taken a bite from Malfoy Sr.

"Blood traitors, half-bloods, Mudbloods and half-breeds. What the hell is this world coming to." he turned and stalked away.

"Ass hole." Harry sneered.

Ron turned to June. "What did he mean half-breed."

"It doesn't matter, more like a quarter blood anyway." she looked away, only Harry saw the tear in her eye.

* * * *

"My friend's wouldn't judge you know." Harry said later. He and June were sitting in the forest, the pack around them. "And it doesn't matter what they think, I like you."

June smiled. "Why did you agree to date me anyway? You could have any girl, especially that blood head."

"What, Ginny? She's a friend. You're special. And besides she couldn't handle the real me, she's a Harry Potter worshiper. I need someone who knows me for who I am." he kissed June lightly on the back of her neck.

June smiled at him, her fangs showing. "Why did I have to fall for a smart ass human?"

"You forgot charming, immune to your vampire charms, funny, smart, brave, handsom-"

"Arrogant, egotistic, up himself."

"Able to take your lame jokes." Harry smirked. Slowly his smirk changed to a disappointed look. "I'm going to miss you when I go to school, I won't see you until Christmas."

She smirked and kissed him. "We'll live…or you'll live, I don't have a pulse."

* * * *

"Come on, Cane." Remus called as he and Harry ran through the station.

Harry not thinking barged into the wall, his trolley bouncing back into his chest, knocking him back and winding him. "Shit."

"What's wrong." Remus asked.

"Fuckin' platform won't open." Harry hissed, leaning heavily against the divider.

The two walked out, Harry cursing. He then stopped and smiled. "I know how to get to Hogwarts."

Remus looked at him confused. "How?"

Harry smirked. "The fun way." Harry grinned pulling out his shrunk down motorcycle.

Remus realised what he was planning shook his head. "No, no way."

"Come one, Moony. Arrive in Marauder style."

"Not the eyes, quit with the eyes. Nooo." Remus moaned. "Fine I'll do it."

Harry smiled, letting his owl go he pointed his wand at his trunk, shrinking it down, and slipping it into his pocket. Then enlarging his motorcycle. He hugged Remus. "Later Moon-man." he swung his leg over and kick started it. "Up, up and away."

The bike roared into life and Harry pulled it up, him and the bike soaring up and above the clouds within seconds. Harry Potter was on his way to his second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A/N: just need to say a few things here. i wish to expressly say i do not have anything against alternative couples, my best friend who was reccommending what i write pointed out parts of the chapter might indicate this. i just thought it would be funny if i totally runined Lockheart's 'i'm a ladies man i'm so hot attitude. i know Harry is like this in parts, but he means it jokingly, while lockheart actually believes it.

ok, now what do you guys think of June? to eager to sink the teeth into Harry? to gothic? she wont be the only girl Harry has in this story...which if things go to plan will go through the years until Harry is settled down, Happy and all other loose ends have been tied, and knotted with a nice pretty bow and ribbon.

just to let you know i wont be continuing updating the story until i have written the whole of second year (i'm on part two at the moment) R&R please oh please...i need feed back people. please