Disclaimer: I own only the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.
Authors Note: Well, all I can say is: enjoy!
-Chapter Eight-
When Harry got back to Hogwarts he carefully avoided Mayon and took refuge in the office he used. A new picture had been added to the wall. Albus Dumbledore smiled at him, winked and popped a Lemon Drop into his mouth. Fawkes, who was sitting on his shoulder, wrestled the next one out of the old man's hands and gulped it down. Dumbledore glared, shrugged and found another one in his never-ending bag of them.
Harry shook his head fondly. "I see you are back Albus. Trying to drive us all mad?"
"As always, Harry. Lemon Drop?" Dumbledore replied.
"No thank you." The painting shrugged and ate another one. "For your sake I hope that there is a painting of a dentist somewhere."
Dumbledore munched thoughtfully on the Lemon Drop. "If not we could always go to St Mungo's. That is, if these modern wizards haven't moved it to Pluto or Saturn, or to a completely different galaxy."
Harry nodded in agreement and sat down in the chair Dumbledore had used while he was alive. "The vampires of this time aren't much better."
"That bad, huh?"
"Worse."
The picture of Dumbledore and Fawkes winced. "I'm here if you need to rant and rave."
"So is the Fatsy Squadron." Harry replied, a malicious smirk crossing his face. Severus had invited him to the next training session, a clue that told Harry had the next session was going to be simply hell for the aurors and the Phoenix Agents.
Before Dumbledore could reply there was a light knock on the door, and it opened. In came Ramsis and Athan, both looked worriedly towards the window and Harry, with a wave of his hand, made the curtains close.
"Anything I can do for you, gentlemen?" he asked the two vampires.
Ramsis nodded. "There are a few things that we need to discuss."
"Stop being so bloody formal and get on with it." Athan yawned. He was always cranky when he was tired. He and Ramsis had reached Hogwarts right before dawn that morning and had been waiting for Harry to return. Then there was the sneaking through the corridors and avoiding the sunlight streaming through the windows.
The Egyptian vampire rolled his eyes. "In a moment Athan. I told you didn't have to come and could go to sleep, you're just too stubborn to listen to me and now you're almost asleep on your feet!"
"One: I am sitting, not standing. And two: go jump off a cliff."
"Will you please just tell me what you found out and then argue amongst yourselves?" Harry suggested. "I've enough on my plate without you two dragging out the little time we have."
"Sorry Harry, but you know how Athan is." Ramsis collected himself, his high-quality Armani suit without a single wrinkle or stain. "You want the short version or the long one?"
"Short, please."
"Alright. A vampire named Falx is going to attack the mortal beings of this earth sometimes in the future, and the other thing is that there are no Slayers anymore."
Harry blinked. "What do you mean no Slayers anymore? Are they on holiday?"
"In that case it must be a very long one," Athan snarled. "The Abraham van Helsing University in Amsterdam is completely demolished, the only thing left is an empty building and a few skeletons. Even the books were ripped to pieces."
"When did this happen?" Harry asked his full attention on the two vampires in front of the desk. He knew that all the portraits were listening with rapt attention, he also knew that no information would leave this room without his permission.
"About 4000 years ago," Ramsis replied. "The vampire called Falx was the cause of it all. All the ancient wards around the school were ruined and there wasn't an ounce of magic left in the whole place."
'Falx again?' Harry raised an eyebrow. 'That guy is really getting to annoy me. The question is, how could a 300 year old vampire have been in Amsterdam 4000 years ago?'
'Time-Turners.' The voice said. 'And while we're at it I have a suggestion for you.'
'One moment, please.' Harry focused on the two vampires and smiled. "Thank you for your information, my friends. It helped a lot. Go and have a good days sleep."
Neither vampire protested and both yawned as they stood up and started to leave. Athan, who was walking with his eyes more or less closed, walked straight into the door, blinked and hurried out and down the staircase. Harry shook his head and smiled. Athan was worth his weight in gold.
'So, what's the suggestion?'
'Well, do you remember a certain Blaise Zabini?'
Harry sighed sadly. 'Hard to forget her.'
'Do you also remember that six years after you broke up, and four years after she had a daughter, she disappeared without a trace?'
'I do.' Harry had had the Red Dragons searching all over the world for her. No one, not even Cian or Mayon, had been able to find her.
'Alright, here's the thing. You go back in time and pick her up and bring her here. She's the only Slayer that you know you can trust enough not to abuse the power she gets, and you really need to build up the Slayer Organisation again.'
'Are you mad?! I can't take her away from her family, especially not to a future that doesn't resemble anything she might've dreamed of!'
'Then let me put it this way,' the voice said. 'Either you do as I tell you, or Fate and Destiny are going to kill you personally and this new Dark Idiot will have free reign.'
Harry growled but didn't say anything. He had learned not to go against the wishes of those two annoying women who thought they could rule over everything. 'Must I? The memories are still to painful.'
'I know Harry, and you can take some time to prepare yourself - emotionally and physically.' The voice left him with his thoughts.
Draco entered the office half-an-hour later, burnt but alive (take that Mayon!), but stopped short when he saw the far-away look in Harry's eyes. He recognized it and knew that there was no reaching Harry until he snapped out of it on his own. He shook his head and left again, he could complain to Harry about the Dark Angel later.
Harry was in his own world going through his relationship with Blaise up 'til the point where they had broken up. And all because Harry hadn't been to visit her for two weeks.
*~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~*
"Excuse me?" Harry stared at the young woman in front of him.
"Where have you been the last few weeks?" Blaise demanded again. "Do you know how worried I have been? Couldn't you have sent me a letter? Or at least a message through all your spies?"
"I was captured by the Black Snakes Order, for heavens sake! It's a bit hard to send messages when you're being tortured to the brink of sanity and death!"
Blaise sighed and looked sadly down at the table. "I've been thinking Harry," she began in a quiet tone. "And I don't think this relationship is working out."
Harry took her hand gently, but she pulled hers out of his. "Blaise?"
"I... I am breaking up with you Harry. Don't get me wrong! You're one of the most wonderful men I've ever met, but I can't stand being constantly fretting over whether you are captured or just have fallen asleep at your desk in the Headquarters. I... I am sorry." She sniffed, stood up and hurried out of the café they'd be sitting in.
Harry was left staring after her for several minutes until the waiter had come over and gently probed him.
"I am really sorry, sir," the young woman said. "Go home and it will all be fine tomorrow."
Harry had gone home, and that night was the first he had ever gotten so drunk that he couldn't stand and couldn't focus. Someone could've come in and done him off without him doing any resistance.
*~*~*~*END FLASHBACK*~*~*~*
He had made it a point to avoid Blaise as much as he could since then, and had had Draco take care of her missions and her orders. Once he had been in New Orleans to talk with a vampire-spy of his, and had seen her walking along the street in the arms of another man, laughing happily.
Tears rolled down his cheeks. Gods, how he missed her.
And now was the chance to see her again, but would he be able to do it?
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Damn short chapter, but it just wouldn't go any further. Please review.
Thanks to:
Chicken Stars, athenakitty, WolfMoon, Xyverz, Ziitarti, Jenny10, ettedanreb, Sophie W, Lady Sapphira Serpens, Rachel A. Prongs, Love-Power- Child, King of the Nazgûl, Harry Potter21, Jess 16, SSSRoaB, Dragon Tamer47, sadiew, Haunting Darkness, szelij, daemonwolf, Kitch, misty43, KaLeigh1, Sarah R. Potter and Twilight Dusk.
Authors Note: Well, all I can say is: enjoy!
-Chapter Eight-
When Harry got back to Hogwarts he carefully avoided Mayon and took refuge in the office he used. A new picture had been added to the wall. Albus Dumbledore smiled at him, winked and popped a Lemon Drop into his mouth. Fawkes, who was sitting on his shoulder, wrestled the next one out of the old man's hands and gulped it down. Dumbledore glared, shrugged and found another one in his never-ending bag of them.
Harry shook his head fondly. "I see you are back Albus. Trying to drive us all mad?"
"As always, Harry. Lemon Drop?" Dumbledore replied.
"No thank you." The painting shrugged and ate another one. "For your sake I hope that there is a painting of a dentist somewhere."
Dumbledore munched thoughtfully on the Lemon Drop. "If not we could always go to St Mungo's. That is, if these modern wizards haven't moved it to Pluto or Saturn, or to a completely different galaxy."
Harry nodded in agreement and sat down in the chair Dumbledore had used while he was alive. "The vampires of this time aren't much better."
"That bad, huh?"
"Worse."
The picture of Dumbledore and Fawkes winced. "I'm here if you need to rant and rave."
"So is the Fatsy Squadron." Harry replied, a malicious smirk crossing his face. Severus had invited him to the next training session, a clue that told Harry had the next session was going to be simply hell for the aurors and the Phoenix Agents.
Before Dumbledore could reply there was a light knock on the door, and it opened. In came Ramsis and Athan, both looked worriedly towards the window and Harry, with a wave of his hand, made the curtains close.
"Anything I can do for you, gentlemen?" he asked the two vampires.
Ramsis nodded. "There are a few things that we need to discuss."
"Stop being so bloody formal and get on with it." Athan yawned. He was always cranky when he was tired. He and Ramsis had reached Hogwarts right before dawn that morning and had been waiting for Harry to return. Then there was the sneaking through the corridors and avoiding the sunlight streaming through the windows.
The Egyptian vampire rolled his eyes. "In a moment Athan. I told you didn't have to come and could go to sleep, you're just too stubborn to listen to me and now you're almost asleep on your feet!"
"One: I am sitting, not standing. And two: go jump off a cliff."
"Will you please just tell me what you found out and then argue amongst yourselves?" Harry suggested. "I've enough on my plate without you two dragging out the little time we have."
"Sorry Harry, but you know how Athan is." Ramsis collected himself, his high-quality Armani suit without a single wrinkle or stain. "You want the short version or the long one?"
"Short, please."
"Alright. A vampire named Falx is going to attack the mortal beings of this earth sometimes in the future, and the other thing is that there are no Slayers anymore."
Harry blinked. "What do you mean no Slayers anymore? Are they on holiday?"
"In that case it must be a very long one," Athan snarled. "The Abraham van Helsing University in Amsterdam is completely demolished, the only thing left is an empty building and a few skeletons. Even the books were ripped to pieces."
"When did this happen?" Harry asked his full attention on the two vampires in front of the desk. He knew that all the portraits were listening with rapt attention, he also knew that no information would leave this room without his permission.
"About 4000 years ago," Ramsis replied. "The vampire called Falx was the cause of it all. All the ancient wards around the school were ruined and there wasn't an ounce of magic left in the whole place."
'Falx again?' Harry raised an eyebrow. 'That guy is really getting to annoy me. The question is, how could a 300 year old vampire have been in Amsterdam 4000 years ago?'
'Time-Turners.' The voice said. 'And while we're at it I have a suggestion for you.'
'One moment, please.' Harry focused on the two vampires and smiled. "Thank you for your information, my friends. It helped a lot. Go and have a good days sleep."
Neither vampire protested and both yawned as they stood up and started to leave. Athan, who was walking with his eyes more or less closed, walked straight into the door, blinked and hurried out and down the staircase. Harry shook his head and smiled. Athan was worth his weight in gold.
'So, what's the suggestion?'
'Well, do you remember a certain Blaise Zabini?'
Harry sighed sadly. 'Hard to forget her.'
'Do you also remember that six years after you broke up, and four years after she had a daughter, she disappeared without a trace?'
'I do.' Harry had had the Red Dragons searching all over the world for her. No one, not even Cian or Mayon, had been able to find her.
'Alright, here's the thing. You go back in time and pick her up and bring her here. She's the only Slayer that you know you can trust enough not to abuse the power she gets, and you really need to build up the Slayer Organisation again.'
'Are you mad?! I can't take her away from her family, especially not to a future that doesn't resemble anything she might've dreamed of!'
'Then let me put it this way,' the voice said. 'Either you do as I tell you, or Fate and Destiny are going to kill you personally and this new Dark Idiot will have free reign.'
Harry growled but didn't say anything. He had learned not to go against the wishes of those two annoying women who thought they could rule over everything. 'Must I? The memories are still to painful.'
'I know Harry, and you can take some time to prepare yourself - emotionally and physically.' The voice left him with his thoughts.
Draco entered the office half-an-hour later, burnt but alive (take that Mayon!), but stopped short when he saw the far-away look in Harry's eyes. He recognized it and knew that there was no reaching Harry until he snapped out of it on his own. He shook his head and left again, he could complain to Harry about the Dark Angel later.
Harry was in his own world going through his relationship with Blaise up 'til the point where they had broken up. And all because Harry hadn't been to visit her for two weeks.
*~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~*
"Excuse me?" Harry stared at the young woman in front of him.
"Where have you been the last few weeks?" Blaise demanded again. "Do you know how worried I have been? Couldn't you have sent me a letter? Or at least a message through all your spies?"
"I was captured by the Black Snakes Order, for heavens sake! It's a bit hard to send messages when you're being tortured to the brink of sanity and death!"
Blaise sighed and looked sadly down at the table. "I've been thinking Harry," she began in a quiet tone. "And I don't think this relationship is working out."
Harry took her hand gently, but she pulled hers out of his. "Blaise?"
"I... I am breaking up with you Harry. Don't get me wrong! You're one of the most wonderful men I've ever met, but I can't stand being constantly fretting over whether you are captured or just have fallen asleep at your desk in the Headquarters. I... I am sorry." She sniffed, stood up and hurried out of the café they'd be sitting in.
Harry was left staring after her for several minutes until the waiter had come over and gently probed him.
"I am really sorry, sir," the young woman said. "Go home and it will all be fine tomorrow."
Harry had gone home, and that night was the first he had ever gotten so drunk that he couldn't stand and couldn't focus. Someone could've come in and done him off without him doing any resistance.
*~*~*~*END FLASHBACK*~*~*~*
He had made it a point to avoid Blaise as much as he could since then, and had had Draco take care of her missions and her orders. Once he had been in New Orleans to talk with a vampire-spy of his, and had seen her walking along the street in the arms of another man, laughing happily.
Tears rolled down his cheeks. Gods, how he missed her.
And now was the chance to see her again, but would he be able to do it?
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Damn short chapter, but it just wouldn't go any further. Please review.
Thanks to:
Chicken Stars, athenakitty, WolfMoon, Xyverz, Ziitarti, Jenny10, ettedanreb, Sophie W, Lady Sapphira Serpens, Rachel A. Prongs, Love-Power- Child, King of the Nazgûl, Harry Potter21, Jess 16, SSSRoaB, Dragon Tamer47, sadiew, Haunting Darkness, szelij, daemonwolf, Kitch, misty43, KaLeigh1, Sarah R. Potter and Twilight Dusk.
