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This chapter might be a bit short, haven't checked the word count yet. I hope you enjoy it regardless, its about Harry's second year. And remember that the chapters about Harry while he's gone will be summaries with some dialogue in the beginning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~year 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Harry, I would like to introduce you to Valerian*. He will be teaching you this year about vampires, their customs, and train you to utilize your other half," Morven walked into Harry's study followed by the vampire. Harry turned from his studies to look at his new trainer. Valerian was actually shorter than he would have thought, with chestnut colored hair and the typical red eye color. When Harry stood and shook the vampire's hand, he was reminded not to take the vampire's size as a sign of his strength; and he believed Valerian crushed his fingers on purpose to erase any doubts in Harry's mind. He allowed Morven to sit behind the desk and sat himself across from Valerian.
"I have heard much about you Mr. Potter and was rather excited to be selected with this task. It is not often one is asked to come to a werewolf pack to train a hybrid," Valerian watched Harry for any reactions to being called a hybrid, he knew the stigma wizards had with blood purity and was not sure where his young charge's views would be. He was shocked however, when both Morven and Harry laughed.
"I am sorry sir, but I have not been addressed as a hybrid and it shocked me. I suppose you did so to see if I would take offense? Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I don't. I have learned to take pride in what I have become. Although we have decided to call what I am a varcolac," Harry could almost laugh again at the confusion upon his trainer's face.
" 'Werewolf or vampire' it seems fitting. I take it, it was you Morven that thought to use that term?" upon receiving a nod, Valerian continued to observe his charge. He certainty was not what Valerian had expected. He had been told that Harry was small and slight for his age and to be gentle with his charge. But looking at him now, he knew he would have to worry about Harry trying to be gentle with him. The boy, no man, had to be over six feet tall, highly muscled, but not overly so. He also had long black hair that fell almost to his hips, which was braided to keep out of his face. It was overall a pleasant view. If Valerian felt inclined in such a way, he may try to be in favor with the varcolac. He was brought out of his thoughts when he realized that he was being watched and must have missed a question. "I am sorry, I became lost in my thoughts."
"It's fine. I was just wondering if you wanted to know which abilities I know I have before we start training?" it was a legitimate question, but Harry just wanted to see Valerian's face when he called forth his wings. Although Morven had told him that vampires did not have wings, he was curious if Valerian knew of anybody that did.
"Of course. Having a basic understanding will help give me a base line on which areas you need to learn more than others," Valerian was curious. Harry had already gained control over some abilities? Many younglings did not during the first year because they were only concerned with their meals. Harry stood up and moved towards the center of the room, and with a smirk pointed towards Valerian, he released his wings. They sounded like leather snapping as he quickly stretched them. He felt more comfortable with his wings out rather than tucked away, but he kept them away because of the many challenges he had been in and did not want to appear that he had an unfair advantage; even though the pack knew of them.
Valerian was dumbstruck, never before had he seen a vampire with wings. Sure, he had heard the legends and such, but he had never seen them. Harry's wings resembled that of bat wings, however that did not take away the beauty. They were pitch black with a look of soft leather, there were hooks at the tips that looked deadly rather than for gripping as with actual bats. Valerian had the urge to kneel before Harry. He was a vision before, but with his wings, his entire being shouted power and for dominance. Harry showed off a little for Valerian by spreading his wings to their full span and grinned, showing fully extended fangs. This was no small child, Harry was meant to rule. And Valerian could smell the werewolf genes within Harry which added to the dangerousness.
"So far I have learned control over my wings, can even glide a bit, I feed once a week, and I can pull shadows towards me," that last one was a new ability he had discovered. He had angered one of the older wolves that he was not ready to challenge and so he hid in a corner and wished that it was slightly darker so the male could not find Harry. Next thing he knew it seemed like nighttime was surrounding him even though it had been about three in the afternoon. He had been experimenting with how deep to make the shadows, but all he ever got was the complete darkness.
"The shadows is a vampiric ability, we use it to conceal ourselves mostly when hunting. However it comes in handy during battle. How well can you control them?" so Harry proceeded to tell Valerian what had happened and all that he had discovered about shadows.
Over the next year, the pack saw less and less of Harry on a personal level because he was always seen with Valerian. Much of the wolves' work had piled up because so many stopped their work to watch the varcolac and the vampire battle. The two would cast a protective ring around them, for their battles could last hours and had the potential to become rather violent. It was amazing to the wolves to see this pup they had only known barely two years, be able to fight almost on par with the vampire.
Harry did not issue any challenges within the pack because he was always too exhausted after a full day of training with Valerian. Not only did they fight using brute strength, they also used vampiric magic. There was such thing as 'blood weapons' that quickly became another part of Harry's being such as his wings. The blood weapons were called upon after nicking one's finger and used magic to form a weapon that was unique to each vampire. Valerian's was a large battle axe that could cut through a foot of solid stone. When Valerian fought with his axe, Harry was always in awe. It was like an extension of Valerian, as though there was no weapon but only his hand. Harry, upon first seeing it, thought that it would be clumsy and not an effective weapon to be brought into close combat. He was proven wrong however, when Valerian flicked his wrist so quickly that Harry did not know what had happened until the axe was buried deep in his thigh. He was glad that Valerian never held back during their training. Harry did not want to be babied and would have not be able to learn anything if his teacher took it easy on him.
Harry's blood weapon, was a surprise and yet everyone expected it of Harry. When Harry's instincts took over and he when to call his weapon to him, he nicked both hands not really understanding why until he had a weapon in both hands. It took him so much by surprise that he did not realize that Valerian quickly took advantage of the situation and hit Harry in the head with the butt of his axe. When Harry woke, he wanted to try to call forth his blood weapons again so he could get a better look at the them, but Valerian would not allow it.
It was not for another month that Harry was finally allowed to use his blood weapons. This time though Valerian allowed him to pause the fight so he could admire what his magic had given him. In his hands were two gladius', that matched his size rather than being of the smaller design normally seen. Just studying them in his hands, Harry already knew which one he would probably use more for defense and the other offense. Valerian told him because of the two genes within Harry is what caused him to create two weapons, which was rare, but did happen however only with those of great power.
A/N: Again I hope you enjoy this. It gave you a glimpse of some of Harry's abilities and I hope it made sense. As always R&R
