Hello! Here's chapter 9! Harry and Myrnin finally meet!
Today I was agonizing over how to keep Myrnin in character, when I realized this is fanfiction! It's ok for me to change him a little! So in this story, I will be combining the personalities of the last 2 Doctor Who regenerations. That way you get the kookiness of Matt Smith and the brooding/angsty feel of David Tennant. And if you've never seen Doctor Who, you need to!
Disclaimer: I own nothing
And thank you to my beta Cindy Snowflake!
"You want him to what?" Claire asked, shocked. She stared at Amelie, who was sitting in a large chair in a room in the vampire district. Claire had been brought here after class by one of the vampire's guards.
"I want him to work with you and Myrnin. He would be a great asset." Amelie said coolly. You could tell the "I want" was more of an "I demand". Amelie got up and glided around the room; the walls were covered in books. The vampire plucked one after looking at a few titles and sat back down.
"But, but would he agree? I know he knows about vampires, but working under one?" Claire asked incredulously. She knew Sirius was a cool guy, and he didn't seem like the type to turn into Frank around vampires, but really?
Amelie flipped through the pages of the book. "He is fine around Michael, is he not? And Sirius can take care of himself. I have faith in him like I have faith in you. I will explain to him what it is he is to do, and he will go with you to Myrnin's. Sirius has skills this town cannot waste, and we need the protections up and running. He can help with that. Besides, he won't be working under Myrnin per se, more like with Myrnin."
What?
Claire stared at Amelie, what did she mean with Myrnin? Not under him? "What skills could he have that make him equal to Myrnin? You know Myrnin won't be happy with a human being his equal in his lab."
The regal vampire nodded, still looking through the book. "Myrnin will just have to deal with my decisions. As I said before, this town needs Sirius' skills. Now, my decision is final. I will have Sirius warn you when he will be accompanying you to the lab." Amelie settled on a page, and didn't look up. Claire took this as a dismissal, and walked toward the door.
Harry cursed himself as he walked down the street, shielding his eyes from the lowering sun. It was just about to disappear behind the mountains in front of him, and he was still a good 10 minutes from his house. He hoisted his bag further up his shoulder, wincing as it dug further it. The dark haired wizard was regretting taking classes with such heavy books for the spring semester.
Ophion hissed angrily as she was jostled from her place around Harry's neck.
-Would you stop that? I was in the middle of taking a nap! – Ophion snapped, but Harry just rolled his eyes. Who knew snakes could be so cranky when woken up?
-Sorry, but I've told you before it's not safe to be out after dark, and we're about 2 minutes away from it. I don't want to end up some random vampire's meal.- Harry hissed back after looking around and making sure there was no one around, and of course there wasn't.
Ophion made a noise of displeasure but curled back under Harry's shirt to be protected from the wind. Of all the possible snakes, he had to get the drama queen.
But he really needed to hurry, because there went the last bit of light. Harry cursed again and picked up speed. He could hear Ophion complaining but they needed to get out of the dark. Harry didn't want to have to talk to Amelie more than necessary and being outside after dark was increasing his chances of having an unpleasant run in with her.
Of course, I wouldn't need to hurry if I hadn't forgotten my wand!
Harry had cursed himself for an hour when he'd realized he'd left his wand at home, and now he was risking Amelie's wraith by being out after dark because he couldn't apparate.
He was passing an alley when he heard it. It was a weird breathing noise, but Harry couldn't afford to stop. He knew there were also humans out after dark that would prey on anyone stupid enough to stay out, and they didn't care if their target was human or vampire.
He had just stepped in front of the Day house when he felt a presence behind him. He didn't want stop, but he needed to know if there was a threat. Harry slowed down and glanced behind him. He couldn't see anyone in the darkness, but his magic could sense the presence in the shadows of the alleyway. The wizard knew he couldn't outrun a vampire, and that's what his magic was telling him this thing was.
"I don't want any trouble. You leave me alone, I leave you alone." Even as he said it, he knew the vampire wouldn't heed his warning. Harry tried to remember any spells that he could do wandlessly that would give him enough time to get away. He heard a growl and then suddenly he was being pulled into the alley by a blur of white. His back was slammed back onto the wall, and the growling became louder.
"Well well, what a treat I've caught," said a voice by his ear. Harry could tell it was male, and now that he wasn't moving, Harry could make out what he was wearing. He didn't, however, have time to ponder the odd clothing before he felt two sharp objects touch his neck.
"Confringo!"
The man/vampire staggered back and fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious. Harry grabbed his bag, which had fallen off when he had been dragged to the alley, and ran as fast as he could back to his house. He didn't stop until he had safely locked his door.
-And that is why we don't want to be out after dark Ophion. I was almost vamp food. But at least I don't think I killed him. - Harry hissed to the snake. He threw his bag on the couch and unwrapped the snake and let her slither onto the floor.
I was almost eaten and… why was he wearing a sombrero and flip flops?
Harry's heartbeat finally returned to normal after a few minutes, and he lifted his hand to his neck to see if the vampire's teeth had penetrated his neck. When he brought his hand back down, he was relieved to see no blood staining it.
The dark haired man sighed and flopped onto the couch, ignoring the annoyed hissing coming from Ophion. He was asleep in seconds.
The man made his way around his office, dusting off the odd bobble every now and then. He stopped when he came to a large gray chess piece, a pawn. He knew this pawn was supposed to be white, and every time he saw its gray color he'd feel an uncontrollable anger. The air in the room grew heavy, and things around the room started to shake.
"Calm down." A second man said behind him.
The first turned to face him. "What do you mean? I have every right to be upset! That boy has ruined everything! He couldn't just drink that damned potion and make our lives that much easier? But where did he go?" He picked up the gray pawn as he whispered the last part. "This gray color. It means he's out of my reach. I'd prefer it to be black(1)!" He slammed it back down into its place.
The other man rolled his eyes at the first man's childishness. It really was a good thing the boy had left; otherwise there was no telling what this insane man would do to him.
"I will get him back, mark my words Severus. He will not escape me again," Dumbledore swore.
A/N: Well, it's short, but Myrnin and Harry met!...kinda.
(1) If you can't tell, the chess piece is Harry. White for in Dumbledore's reach (i.e. in wards he put up, like at Hogwarts, Privet Drive, or Gimmauld Place.), gray for not in his reach, and black for dead.
