This story is a traduction. The original story is called "Sobre la Verdadera Historial del Niño que Vivió" and it's written in Spanish by NorixBlack.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
CHAPTER 8
Two months had passed since Tom's arrival at Hogwarts. In that time, Gryffindor had won its quidditch match against Slytherin and Ravenclaw had defeated Hufflepuff, which put the lions in the first place in the House Cup, but followed closely by the snakes. Voldemort knew all the possible answers to any question the professors asked him so he got points in an excepcional speed. Even if Slytherin lost in quidditch, they used witness to get points.
Harry had taken defeating the Lord as his own personal challenge, but he, even after all the effort Harry was making, still separated him. Hermione, since the 'foreigner' arrival, spent all the afternoons in the library, trying to regain his position as the know it all of the class.
One night, while Granger and Weasley buttered up in a corner, Harry maintained a heated discussion with Voldemort through the connexion of his scar.
"Tell me what you are planning Tom, I'm the son of a marauder and the godson of another. If you don't tell me, I will find out on my own and it could raise Dumbledore's suspicions, don't you think?"
"Ok, I'll tell you. But only because I want you to keep your mouth closed so I can sleep."
"You never sleep."
"Shut up Potter, and stop saying stupid things, of course I sleep… By the way, are you going to argue everything I tell you?"
"Mmmmm" the brunette faked thinking about it "Yes?"
"I definitely hate teenagers."
"And I hate bitter old people"
"Care your tongue, boy, if you don't want to lose it."
Harry laughed to himself.
"Stop threatening me and tell me what is going on."
"Go to the forbidden forest at midnight. Lupin will be there with a…. guest."
"What kind of guest?"
"Use those marauder genes of yours that you are so cocky about and find out."
"I'll pass, I prefer if you tell me"
"Good night, little one."
"Tom! Tom, don't you dare leaving me now!"
But Voldemort had already cut off the connexion leaving a very furious young Potter. He clicked his tongue and looked at his watch: half past eleven.
"Guys…" the prefects didn't seem to hear him.
"Guys!" Ron and Hermione separated from each other slowly.
"I'm going to the prefects bathroom, my head is hurting and I need to relax. Can you tell me the password, Hermione?"
"But Harry, it's too late. I don't know if I should tell you…"
"It's colorful bubbles" the redhead intervened. Hermione looked at him furiously but didn't say anything.
He caught the invisible cloak and got into the darkness of the castle. At least he had the fortune hand, a present from Sirius, that illuminated every person who carried it.
When he was near the school grounds he tripped with Mrs Norris who started meowing hysterically. He silenced her with a hand and went into the forest.
After some time, he hear whispers that came from a clearing. he advanced stealthily to avoid being heard, but his plan failed and his steps were heard.
"Lupin, I thought the meeting would be secret… Who is there?" The lycanthrope sniffed the air, recognising Harry's smell. He half-smiled and waited.
Potter advanced and removed his cloak. The marauder was resting near a rock in the center of the clearing while his companion was hiding behind the trees.
"Well, well, well. This is getting interesant" A cold voice whispered extremely near his ear. He turned with his heart out of control but he didn't saw anybody. He looked at Remus, worried.
"Ares has some… exceptional powers."
The invincible expanded his senses; his hearing sharpened, trying to localize the so called ares, his iris dyed with an scarlet shadow that allowed him to see in the dark. The werewolf talked again.
"It'll be better if you stop with this nonsense, Ares. We don't have all the night."
In the most complete of the silences a pale figure profiled itself thanks to the light of the wands. The green-eyed observed him attentively: long black hair, just above his shoulders, the skin as pale as death but completely smooth, as the surface of a statue, red eyes and a mouth that smiled, showing two very sharp fangs.
"A vampire."
Ares clapped, faking emotion.
"Very good, little mortal!" Harry raised a brow. If he didn't allow Voldemort to call him little one he wasn't going to allow it to a low grade vampire.
"Nothing of that, young Potter. Modesty apart, I'm someone very important, why do you think that you don't know me? I'm not like the idiot of Dracula, that with so many publicity got himself killed."
They observed each other attentively for some seconds until Ares diverted his gaze from the boy's neck, bored, and approached the lycanthrope.
"So we agree on that, don't we?" Remus said his goodbyes shaking the hand of the visitor.
"Yes. And tell Voldemort that I expect to be highly compensated, I don't discriminate. I don't mind a muggle or a pureblood" Ares replied, licking his lips.
Lupin nodded.
"But don't say that in front of your informer, Malfoy doesn't like those comparisons."
"Then he is the same as his father, his grandfather, his great grandfather…"
"Ok, ok, we get it" Remus interrupted smiling.
After shaking his head as if saying goodbye, the vampire turned quickly making his hair rise and leaving to everybody's sight a tattoo in the shape of a hieroglyphic that occupied the back of his neck and part of his left shoulder blade. The black ink stood out from the pale skin of the inmortal. The blodsucker, without even turning around, answered the unspoken question that could be heard in the minds of the mortals.
"Trust only in yourself. That's what it means" he said, before going into the darkness once again.
In the forest could be heard the cawings of some ravens and the hoots of one or two late owls.
"For how many years has he been a vampire?" Asked Harry once he had made sure that the vampire had disappeared.
"He was a greek soldier in the 50 B.C. Calculate" Remus smiled before adding. " He was twenty five years old when he was offered an immortality that he accepted without a second thought."
"And the tattoo? I doubt he got it before transforming into a vampire and I've heard that you can't change your appearance once you are a vampire."
"I don't know Harry, but remember that everything is possible in our world. Magiam infinitum est: Magic is infinite."
He decided to stop thinking about the past and focused in the future.
"Why have you called him?"
"You've heard him, he is one of the best of his race. Strong, intelligent. powerful and the most important thing, old. You can't even imagine how hard it is to destroy hurt or just order to do something to a being as old as him."
"Why do you need him?"
"He is going to organize an attack" Lupin answered mysteriously.
"C'mon Moony! You haven't told me anything! Where will it be?"
"You will find out tomorrow" The lycanthrope finished, smiling evilly.
"Mr Potter, Mr McClaggan, stay for a minute, I want to tell you something about your last essay.
The aforementioned nodded at the same time their classmates were leaving the classroom.
"You aren't going to give me a bad mark, are you Remus?" Tom said sarcastically. Harry laughed.
"They are two peas in a pod" Moony thought exasperated.
He went straight to the point." Ares said he will attack the castle during the quidditch match next week."
"Who is playing?" asked Voldemort seriously.
"Slytherin vs Ravenclaw" the green eyed replied automatically.
"Perfect. Harry, make sure your friends go to the match if you don't want anything happening to them."
The pupils of the next class started to occupy their seats in the class among laughs and loud conversations. Harry and Tom made a gesture to the professor and crossed the door.
"You shouldn't have said that, Tom" Harry said, seeing how all his wishes of death of the lions were becoming a reality.
The two wizards started to walk through the corridor although the unmentionable didn't realises it because he was telling his partner how disappointed he was on him for not wanting to kill the Gryffindors himself. Potter answered that the only thing he wanted was for them to die as soon as possible and if that meant not being able to do it himself, he would accept with pleasure.
They were shouting at each other when Ron appeared. "Do you have problems with this one, Harry?"
"I've got a name, Weasley" Voldemort replied with contained fury.
"Everything is ok, Ron. McClaggan was already going."
The Dark Lord turned on his heels and started to move towards his common room. While he was walking, he connected his mind with Harry's.
"If you don't kill him, little one, I'll do it."
"Now you realise what I really feel, don't you? Imagine living like this for seven years."
"I also went to school, remember?"
"Yeah, during the prehistory."
Two suits of armour exploded suddenly, making Harry smile.
The week passed without any mishaps. On the match day, the sun raised early, which meant that the sun set would be earlier than normal, giving the opportunity to Ares to attack the castle when it was almost empty.
Voldemort controlled everything, even the weather.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Seamus Finnigan, commentator of this match! I remind you that the winner of this match will have to play Gryffindor to win the quidditch cup, since Hufflepuff is disqualified. And without any more talk, here come the players!"
Harry, from the stands, followed the game without much interest. He had his five senses on alert in case anything out of normal happened. The stars could be seen on the horizon.
"And the Ravenclaw captain scores another goal for the eagles. Slytherin still in the lead 90-80! Wait a moment! It seems that Draco Malfoy has spotted the snitch and is flying towards it…. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"
A figure was falling from the sky in the middle of a horrendous cry, going through all the quidditch pitch. The players stopped in the air to observe what was interrupting the game.
Harry raised from his seat, seeing that Ares' attack had already started.
"GALLOPING GARGOYLES! iT'S COLIN CREEVY!" shouted an hysterical Seamus from the tribune. The students started to shout too. A chaser from Ravenclaw started flying towards him, trying to stop his fall, but he couldn't get to him on time.
Professor Flitwick, who was one of the few professors present reacted just in time to avoid Creevey to crash into the ground.
The unmoving body stopped in mid air and the stadium stifled an exclamation. All the people present descended from the stands and approached the boy, Harry saw he had two holes on the neck, from which flowed a little river of blood.
"Is he dead?" Hermione asked with a hoarse voice.
"It looks so…"
The news of the death were passed among the students. Some students looked warily around them, as if trying to find the one who had done it.
"Children, go to the castle with calm and in silence" The voice of the charms professor said.
Harry smiled inside him, the attack had left the half of the students in shock and the other half panicked.
When they were leaving the pitch a voice could be heard laughing. Potter stopped on his tracks, the same as many others did. They were all looking for the origin of the laugh, without any outcome. A moment after, the silence took over once more.
"MORSMORDRE!"
The Dark Mark sketched out in the dark sky. The students started running, shouting like mad, trying to find a shelter between the walls of Hogwarts.
But in the entrance of the castle another surprise was awaiting for them. The dead body of Parvati Patil laid in a hideous posture on the stairs. Her twin, Padma, from Ravenclaw, fell to the ground.
The prefects and head boy and girls led the students to the Great hall, where they would spend the night. The professors made sleeping-bags appear and looked the students up inside.
As it had happened on third year, the ghosts tried to find the vampire, but as it had happened on third year too, they didn't find anything.
The next morning, during breakfast, a baggy-eyed Dumbledore started to talk to the student body.
"Given the events that happened last night, I consider that it is my duty to inform you the last discoveries that the morning has brought." The headmaster paused. "As I guess you all know, a vampire entered the grounds of Hogwarts and took the lives of two students." Several sobs could be heard. "Unfortunately, they haven't been the only ones."
"Wha….What do you mean, professor?" a scared Hufflepuff girl asked.
"It means that there have been more lives lost. Given that all the members of the houses of Ravenclaw and Slytherin were in the quidditch pitch during the attack, the casualties are in the other two houses."
Whispers started to flood the hall.
"Silence please." the students obliged "The students who are not with us now enjoying this meal are the following: Ernie McMillan, Justin finch-Fletchley, Eleanor Branstone and Kevin Whitby from Hufflepuff. Among the losses of Gryffindor are Parvati Patil, Colin Creevy and Natalie McDonald."
Sobbing started in three of the four tables. The snakes, as always, were imperturbable, but in their insides they were jumping of joy.
"We must not forget either out librarian, Madam Pince, who was found at dawn. I ask for a minute of silence for them."
The great hall fell silent. After a minute, the headmaster raised his cup to pronounce a toast of farewell.
"They were great wizards and witches in life, remember them like that in death. To the fallen!"
Harry drank from his cup thinking:
"To your health, Voldemort, and to yours, Ares, you have brightened my day."
"And to yours, Harry Potter, for a new world of darkness" replied Voldemort.
Thoughts?
As you may or may not know, English is not my first language and I'm sure I make many mistakes writing that could be easily avoided. So if anyone is interested in revising the chapters before they are uploaded, contact me!
