Revealed Player
Episode IX
The Deciding Future
Harry had woken, his eyes flicking open. He felt pretty good considering how mentally and physically tired he felt. Though, it was probably the hours of feeling as if his skeleton was being ripped out of his asshole while on fire that made him shoot up to his feet panting for breathe looking terrified.
He patted himself down feeling himself all over from his arms, legs, face, and even his ass and dick. However, other than feeling exhausted, and strangely thirsty, like he sometimes feels after getting up after not having drunken anything the night before, but a lot worse, he felt quite well.
It's like the world around his was crisper, sharper, as if before now he had been seeing through a foggy plastic filter. He wasn't even wearing his glasses anymore and he could see better than ever.
It took him a moment for his mind to catch up with him. His eyes widened before he grabbed at his shoulder. His top is torn up, but the wound he expected to see were only a few tiny thin white lines. It was healed, which he found strange as werewolf bites never heal, even Remus still has his.
Harry frowned as he looked around, some soft rays of light leaked in through cracks lighting up some dust but he could see perfectly anyway. He was in some kind of… crypt if he isn't mistaken. He was surprised to see a broken mirror on the far wall and gaped, staggering back a few steps pushing his back into a wall as he looked at his reflection.
His eyes were a glowing crimson ruby colour with a weird animalistic pixilation, and his skin was now very pale. He reached up to feel his fang like teeth; they're white and deadly looking. It skin tone seemed to have a light blue/grey tint over it, and he gulped as he felt his chest.
"No heartbeat!" he muttered to himself with a sigh. Though, I suppose it could be worse, he thought to himself as he took a deep breath to calm himself. He was startled as he smelt something weird.
"How are you feeling?" Claire asked from behind as he spun round. He had smelt her. She smelt odd, but kind of pleasant, it was nice. She was leaning up against the far wall with an amused smirk as he looked at her baffled. "You look thirsty…" she said as she pulled out a blood pack he remembers buying earlier, or whenever it was.
She threw it over, and Harry was surprised with how fast he moved in catching it, tearing it open and drinking out every last drop. It was kind of creamy feeling as it slid down his throat like milkshake. It tasted different to how he remembers blood tasted. It no longer had a metallic taste, but it was like, meat juice, but didn't taste like meat. It still tasted like blood, but he enjoyed it and felt better just drinking it.
He couldn't understand those contradicting tastes, but he didn't care as he looked back into the mirror to see the grayish blue tint fading slightly. However, after another two blood bags it had faded completely and he wasn't feeling as bad as he was, still tired, but some real rest should help with that.
"The turning hurts!" she spoke with a small grin. "I think its one of those few things we'll always remember. I was worried. It isn't everybody who can last through that much pain."
Harry snorted while rolling his crimson eyes. "It felt like someone had set my skeleton on fire while trying to rip it out of my ass!"
"Yep, that sounds like the right kind of description!" she agreed laughing. "Though, you're the first I've heard describe it quite like that."
"Why'd you do this…? You could have just left me to become…!" he asked, concerned. Neither cases were on his list of awesome, but he supposes vampirism is better over lycanthrope. He hopes at least.
"Y-you needed it," she replied shrugging. "I really didn't think about it much, but… I know it will seem selfish but I've been alone for so long I hoped for someone to be with who won't grow old and die," she answered him with a sheepish smile.
He couldn't help but give her a smile. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's better than being an uncontrollable monster a couple of times a month. Umm… I'm not am I?" he asked in concern as he though about his school books. "I mean, I know that the books at school are really biased towards things like this, but… won't I be all like… you know blood lusty?"
"I don't think so," she agreed shaking her head. "Sure, they'll be times when you think about it, but you'll be able to control yourself pretty well. You're not a Wraith Vampire so you should be OK!"
"Wraith?" he asked trying to think of that, maybe he should have paid magical creatures more attention in Dark Arts.
"They're, monsters that come from vampirism," she replied shrugging. "They have hardly any self-control, but at least they burn in sunlight so solar magic and stakes are fine to dust them, or exposing them to the sun!" she said shrugging her shoulders. "And not even those sun block potions can protect them. They're kind of like lykan in that they don't go out much, but lykan can choose lock themselves up, wraiths are more evil!"
"Well, that's good to know," he replied with a sheepish smile. "So, what are we…? Isn't there supposed to be three different vampire types or something?" he asked as he let his mind wonder to his text books.
She nodded with a shrug. "They're categorized as standard vampire," she said as she pushed away from the wall. "And demon vampire or ancient or even god vampire. It's nothing much, its just they have some freaky vampire powers that the rest of us don't. We all have speed and strength and super senses, but they have a few more abilities, other than that we're nearly the same. Though, for some reason they seem able to blend better."
"I'm one of them aren't I?" he asked knowing he couldn't just be a normal human he isn't going to be a normal vampire.
She grinned laughingly. "Yeah, it looks that way… I've met a few. Though, I think they're either dead or. Well, I don't much care, but you have that same look that I doubt a human's eyes could see. I don't think most vampires would notice just looking at you unless they were trying to see it."
"Well, that's good… how long have I been out?" he asked keeping from the gaps where the sunlight came in.
"About sixteen hours," she said with a shrug. "It was so quick because I had to bite you a lot more to overcome the werewolf venom with my own, and I fed you my blood too, to help speed up the transformation!"
He groaned as he looked back into the mirror. "Will my eyes return to normal?" he asked looking at his creepy crimson eyes.
"Yes," she agreed pointing to her blue eyes. "In a few hours they could revert, teeth too, until you've gone too long without feeding, otherwise you'll be able to control it. It's different for wraiths. Their eyes will always be red."
Harry sighed in relief and grinned. "Well now we just have to wait until the sun goes down to go home."
"Actually, the whole bust into flames thing doesn't affect us," she answered surprising him. "It's just the wraiths. The ministry just makes sure humans think we do. I just feel sick in the sunlight, like sea sick. I believe you'll just feel really uncomfortable in direct sunlight. It's also not very good for our sight, which we can solve with some potions."
"OK, so where's my wand?" he asked searching himself before looking to the floor. However, moments later she threw it to him. He caught it with a relieved sigh and put it in his holster, glad it was not lost or broken.
She then raised some kind of boomerang shaped silver weapon in front of him as she moved closer, before looking to the blade he couldn't help but notice how much better she looked with his new eyes.
"This killed the Werewolf," she informed him, passing it over. She was holding it in a cloth as not to be touching the silver. "Silver is only irritating to us, but to lykan and wraiths a very good slaying substance."
Harry took it in his bear hand before she had finished speaking and was surprised it didn't seem to have an effect on him.
"It just came flying through the trees," she answered his unasked question as he took the cloth and rewrapped it. "It hit the wolf straight through the head killing it instantly. Whoever threw it saved our lives, but I didn't smell anyone so they knew what they were doing to hide, but then I was trying to save your life, well kind of…" she finished sheepishly as he gave her a look that reminded her he is kind of dead.
Harry had looked at the weapon appraisingly in complete and utter disbelief and astonishment as he folded the cloth around it and put it in his pocket. It was a hand sized boomerang, a bit smaller than one would normally be and made of what looked like pure silver rather than wood. It was also very sharp almost cutting through its wrapping, but the most amazing and unique thing about it was its design. It was shaped similar to a Bat, and had an insignia engraved into each side.
However, there was only one person he could think of that would use a weapon shaped like that, but why would is he in England, let alone Surry? It isn't exactly a tourist destination, and there really isn't anything that special about the place. Shaking his head in wonder, Harry shrugged and turned back to Claire.
"Shall we leave if we're not going to dust ourselves stepping out in the sun?" he asked as he got used to the idea of not being human. At least he gets the extra strength. It can only help with killing Voldemort!
Claire nodded pulled on a cloak and pulled on the hood to cover her face then threw another to Harry. "The sun may not kill but it's still an irritant, and we both look a mess too," she said making him look at himself again as he realised that he had forgotten how filthy he looked.
Harry laughed nervously as he pulled on the cloak and pulled up the hood before offering her his arm like a gentleman, which she took holding on tight before he pulled open the door. Harry was surprised that he and Claire instinctually hissed at the bright light before heading out.
Claire made him run as she started moving and Harry was once again awed that they made it through the huge cemetery in only a minute, but slowed to a normal walk as they exited the gates.
Harry had to keep up conversation as they walked as he smelt the humans. Though they smelt like food he didn't really have the impulse to go and eat any. It was just a thought that they're food, or maybe to him they smell nice, like they've been bathing in cookie mixture?
The two of them small talked about nothing really on their way to Privet Drive, which didn't take them very long as the cemetery, is quite close. Harry was glad to see that both of the Dursley's cars were gone which meant they were probably all out.
Opening the door with his wand, they both entered the house and climbed the stairs to his room where he shut the door and closed the curtains to block out the sunlight with a sigh of relief.
They then both removed their cloaks and sat on the bed, both revealed to be inside and not in the creepy crypt. Harry figured he would have to learn how to make some sun protection potions for future use.
Harry took a moment and pulled out the silver boomerang, unwrapping it, and appraised it once again. It is beautifully crafted and probably cost quite a bit for the silver alone, and even more to be made. Though, Harry knew without a doubt that this one would be worth a lot more than if he had one made.
Harry had never really thought about it before, but with all the gadgets and cool vehicles The Batman has then he would have to be very wealthy, or well funded. Harry had never really wondered who any of his favourite Superheroes really are before now.
He had often when he was younger wanted for one of these great heroes to come and rescue him from the Dursley's, but none came. When he was a kid and he had saw Superman on TV for the first time he had wanted to be just like him. To rescue people in trouble and he had wished he had Superpowers. So then he could have escaped his evil relatives and been loved as a Superhero, by people who could judge him for his actions, not what he was.
The Dursley's often changed the channel at these times when a Superhero was on the news when they noticed him watching, not wanting him to see them. He used to wonder why they would care that he saw them. These heroes were great and still are, but now he knows they didn't want him to get any 'ideas', because he has powers.
His uncle often called the heroes on TV freaks that should be exterminated, but Harry always' loved them, and still does, but his favourite was always' Superman as he was the first one he ever saw.
Harry had always' considered Batman an enigma, a mystery. He doesn't have any Superpowers yet he was still considered a 'super', and uses awesome gadgets and his intelligence, as well as some neat kung fu moves to bring criminals to justice.
Though, he always' wanted to be more like Green Arrow. Harry… well, just thought he was cool. He is similar to Batman… though minus the reported attitude problem, and he uses a bow and arrows.
Harry always' wanted to try his hand at archery, and Green Arrows arrow's do allsorts of neat things. Harry wondered weather he was wealthy too because of all his special arrows. Harry had always' dreamed of meeting one of these great heroes, and yesterday was the closest he had ever come. It brought a slight smile to his face as he rewrapped it and put the silver Batarang in his trunk then sat back down on the bed. Hopefully Batman wouldn't want his toy back.
The two sat in silence for a moment before Harry stood up and grabbed a towel. "Err… this is a bit embarrassing. I'm kind of still sore, and my muscles still ache, could you… you know, umm… give me a hand taking off my… well what remains of my shirt?"
She looked with a roll of her eyes. "All you had to do was ask," she said with a smirk. "Would you like for me to wash you too?" she asked hopefully.
Harry laughed as she helped him with what remained of his shirt, "I think I can do that for myself thanks, but maybe later. I'm really, really tired. Damn, I never thought I would ever say something like that!"
She laughed as she helped him off with his top. "Well, I need to wash too. I'm a little exhausted watching over you anyway."
He gulped as his top hit the floor and she completely stripped him, his member was responding to her stare before she stood up licking her lips. Not having a heart beat was quite favourable so that she can't hear what she is doing to him.
She smirked and let him take control and lead her to the bathroom, locking the door after he tried to calm himself as he turned on the hot water for the shower on. He then turned round, eyes wide as she had removed all her clothes and stood completely naked before him, her pale breast just calling to him, her nipples rock hard.
He didn't hesitate to flitter, bursting into crimson smog like bats with a whoosh. He reemerged with the surprised vampire in his arm, his lips on her throat, kissing her so gently as the bat-smog faded in seconds.
She groaned out as his mouth moved up to capture her lips. "Oh, god I thought you were too tired," she mumbled between passionate kisses.
"Yeah, well, tell my body that," he mumbled as his hands found her tight ass, and he finally realised that now he's a vampire too her temperature is normal. "I just can't wait!" he said kissing down her neck and throat, over her collar bone, kissing down to her perky, firm semi-large breast, suckling on one of her nipples.
She moaned out loud. "Oh, god, that feels good. I've been alone so long, oh, god that feels good!" she mumbled almost incoherently. He moved his right hand around from her tight butt over her thighs to rest between her legs, feeling her soft hair, and how soaking she is, his fingers rubbing her. "Oh, god, please don't tease me, please!"
He smirked as he looked up at her, his crimson eyes both creepy and so very sexy at the same time. He flicked his tongue over her nipples each in turn. "I guess this makes you mine…" he laughed as he gentle slid his middle finger in her. "My very own Vampire Princess!" he spoke as he trailed his tongue down her beautiful breasts, and down her stomach.
"Oh, fuck yes!" he was quick to agree. "I'm all yours! It's all I want… to have someone, to feel good, and never be alone again! I fucking need you, please!" she begged as he worked his way down her tight, firm, undead and delicious body.
"Three hours," Harry said tiredly as he and Claire was back in his room with the door closed, locked and sealed just having finished drying themselves off. "I'm beyond the point of tired," he said as he climbed under his bed covers Claire smiling as she climbed under with him, snuggling up into his arms, he held her back.
Harry smiled as he kissed her soft lip, his eyes have returned to their original colour now, and his fangs withdrawn. "Good night, babes," he said as they both closed their eyes, entwined and naked with each other.
He let his mind wonder to a bit of occlumency meditation. He may be tired but he knows now more than ever that he needs to keep his mind for himself. He doesn't need the crazy old man prying into what is none of his business.
Sighing contently, he continued with his occlumency shields. He realised because of his vampirism that his mind works faster so the exercise seems to be working easier. However, that thought slipped from his mind as he continued his training and falling asleep about half an hour or so later.
Harry woke up with a start, groaning as he heard banging on his bedroom door. He felt refreshed and stronger from his sleep and looked at his watch that read that it was three thirty in the morning. He saw, looking to his side he saw that Claire had also woken.
There was another loud bang on his door moments later. "Boy…!" the pissed off voice of his uncle came from the other side. "Get up this instant! There are freaks downstairs looking for you." He banged the door again.
Harry sighed. "Okay! I am up! Give me a bloody moment!" he said in annoyance and frustration. Can't people come by at a normal time, and not the middle of the night?
He heard his uncle yell something before slamming his bedroom door shut. Harry untangled himself from the giggling vampire, and out of bed when he realised he was naked and she was staring unashamed at him smiling suggestively.
Harry wondered why after not very much sleep he felt so strong. He thought he could probably party two weeks none stop, but pushed that off as a vampire thing. Though, he isn't going to let on that he is wide awake. He planned on moaning at whoever came to visit, which he figures is his right for being woken up when he would be quite content to continue sleeping.
Sighing Harry grabbed some boxers from his school trunk and some cargo trousers and quickly put them on. Exiting the room drawing his wand, he briefly saw Claire's goodness as she climbed out of bed. He wondered whether he could get Claire and Ginny to give him a show together sometimes before shaking off that thought.
Climbing down the stairs Harry saw some shadowed figures of people in the dark. "Who is it?" he growled out in annoyance. Though, really he could see them all clearly, he has to keep everything 'normal'.
"Potter?" asked a voice he believed to be Kingsley Shaklebolt. He would have known if they weren't all looking off in different directions like idiots expecting him to come from anywhere but the stairs. Though, the fact harry is nimbler on his feet now makes him quiet enough for them not to hear him coming.
"Yeah," he replied pressing the light switch at the bottom of the stairs to revel: Kingsley, Moody, Tonks and none other than Dumbles himself. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here at three bloody thirty in the morning?"
However, before they could answer, Tonks startling giggling and Harry looked round to see Claire. She had put on a pair of his shorts, a creamy coloured pair, and a blue tee shirt. She had a wide smile on her blood red lips as she stopped behind him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her hands stroking down his chest as she leaned on him, her hands finally coming to rest on his strong abs, her fingers gentle stroking a few small 'human' scars.
"Hello," she greeted them all in amusement. "Are these friends of yours, Harry? Wow, I had suspected you're 'the' Harry Potter, but really, this is wow," she said as if she cares but they could tell she doesn't. "But seeing 'the' Albus Dumbledore here in the middle of the night just proves I was right to be suspicious!"
"They're… sure… well Tonks is," he answered pointing her out and Claire unnerved them with a sensual purr, winking at the blue haired auror. "I really like her she cool, and has an awesome ass!" Tonks went bright red blushing. "Then that's Mad Eye Moody, and he's Kinsley Shaklebolt, they're aurors that Dumbledore has in his pocket," he said causing Dumbledore to frown in disapproval and Tonks and Claire to snicker. "And the last one is Albus Dumbledore, but you already seem to know that. He's a foolish old man who's favourite past time is manipulation."
Moody and the still blushing Tonks looked highly amused. Though, Dumbles and Kinsley looked indifferent to it.
"Well it's nice to meet all of you," Claire said licking her lips as she looked at Tonks. "Especially you Tonks," she said taking a deep breath. "Oh yes, I think you and I are going to get along like cookies and cream!" she spoke slowly, which caused Tonks to light up some more, but Harry could hear her heart thundering hard in her chest.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore looked as though he wanted to say something… probably about the girl Harry has hanging off him, and isn't so oblivious that he thinks it's platonic in anyway. He probably kept his trap shut in the hope of not antagonizing Harry anymore than he already has of late.
Claire smiled as she watched things going on, running her fingertips seductively down Harry's abs, pulling his back tight to herself so he could feel her breasts through the tee shirt she stole off him, and resting her chin on his shoulder, briefly kissing his neck. She enjoyed the way the Old Man squirmed uncomfortably.
It was quiet for a minute or more before Moody's eyes widened and he blurted. "Potter, she's a vampire," he quickly said going for his wand.
However, Harry had his wand out faster and Moody could only watch in shock as his wand was soon in Harry's other hand. Though, the others didn't go for their wands it was quite clear they were being cautious.
"Don't draw a wand on my guest!" Harry spoke, his voice more amused than angry, but it was clear he is threatening them. "As Dumbledore keeps saying this is my home," he said secretly glad that Moody hasn't shouted out the identity of the new vampire. Though, by the look of it Moody hasn't noticed this.
"But she's a vampire," Moody defended himself, but looking at the scene he's certain Harry knew, and that he doesn't care. He watched with a newfound caution and respect he didn't know Harry could garner from him.
"I believe Harry is well aware of that fact Alistor," Dumbledore interrupted even though it was not needed. It was just an odd thing human's do, stating the obvious. "But right now we have more pressing matters," he continued trying to get into Harry's head, but no matter what Harry would not ever let him get direct eye contact so he gave up trying. "Like where he was all of yesterday night and today?" he asked looking at Harry, and though Harry looked back he couldn't make contact. It was annoying.
"I was out partying," Harry lied easily with a shrug. "I met this beauty while out getting my funk on," he said with a grin while Claire and Tonks laughed.
"Very well," Dumbles conceded. He doesn't want to irritate Harry too much more. At least he knows that Harry is home again, and hasn't been gone for too long. "But you did just use underage magic; you'll probably get a letter from the ministry soon. Fudge will no doubt try to have you thrown out of school or thrown in Azkaban."
"Fudge can kiss my ass," Harry laughed as Claire slid two fingers in to his waist band and moved them round carefully, kissing his collar bone seductively, unnerving the three other men even more.
Though there was no way in hell she could turn him twice, or on for that matter while he was face to face with two old codgers like Dumbles and Moody, or even Shaklebolt in sight. "My wand has lost its tracking and monitoring charms," he spoke whimsically.
"Oh," was all Dumbles managed to say. Harry flashed him a smug grin. Eat that codger muncher!
Harry laughed again, and then growled out. "…'Oh'… is that all you can say? You could have given me the spells to remove them years ago, but you sent me back to my prison, for what? Because I defeated that corpse fucker like Voldetosser…?"
Dumbles gulped realising he had been once again been out maneuvered, and by a bloody fifteen year old. "I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't think about it. How can I make it up to you?"
Harry suddenly got a gleam of a plan in his eyes and his annoyance with Dumbles suddenly left as he smiled, bringing nervousness and some fear to the old fool. "You got a new teacher of Defense against the Dark Arts yet?" he asked as he stroked his vampires' arms.
"No," Dumbles replied slowly and nervously. It was at this point where Harry noticed Dumbledore had no twinkle to his eyes. Harry was finally bringing the Old Man down to Earth where the normal people live. He must have never expected Harry to rebel like an average muggle teenager might.
"Yes you do," Harry said grinning wildly as he put his hands behind him and ran them over the Vampires legs, feeling their silky smoothness. She continued to stroke in his waist line with a couple of fingers, and his abs with the other hand. "Claire, here will make an excellent teacher. After all, I'm led to believe she is quite old. So she must have a lot of experience with magic."
"But she's a vampire," Dumbles blurted out in mild surprise. He probably saw that coming, after all, he maybe somewhat senseless, he's still smart. He looked at where Claire's hands were on Harry, and Harry's on her, and opened his mouth to say more but changed his mind and said nothing, returning his gaze to Harry's face.
Harry smirked at his Headmasters crazy antics to win back his trust. "So you've had a werewolf, a Death Eater, and an incompetent moron, and even Voldemort teach it as well as an evil ministry lap dog. So now its time for a vamp," he said grinning triumphantly. "After all, so-called dark creatures seem to do best at it."
Dumbles sighed, and then nodded, conceding defeat. "Okay, very well."
Harry looked back and smirked at Claire as she showed her surprise. "It will stop the Minister from getting his hands on the job again," he told her before turning back to the 'guests'. "Now if you'll excuse us and fuck off, I want to get back to bed, I'm… tired," he lied the last bit.
Harry then threw Moody back his wand as they all headed for the door without another word, probably not wanting to get hexed.
Claire quickly rushed around Harry and grabbed Tonks' hand and pulled her from the others as they left. She quickly closed the door behind them with a smirk.
"You'll spend the night wont you Tonks?" Claire asked her knowing she would. "We wouldn't want you to have to go home alone at this time of night. It's not safe for a beautiful young woman like you."
Tonks smiled a little. "Thank you. It is awfully late and cold, and it's very scary and dangerous this time of night." Claire then led Tonks and Harry upstairs by their hands and into Harry's room.
Claire suddenly smirked at him. "So, how lucky are you right now?" she asked licking her ruby red lips.
"Very!" he responded with a dreamy expression. He drew his wand sealing the door and placed a couple of silencing charms around the room.
Claire smirked some more at his antics as she kissed him gently on the lips before pulling Tonks closer and kissing her too. Harry realise, yep, he likes watching too girls making out before they pulled back and Harry captured Tonks' lips next. She just ignored how cool Harry felt, not wanting to go there just yet.
Claire removed Tonks's robes as she and Harry pulled back, and let them drop to the floor while they both started to kiss more, their tongues lashing together and their eyes closed. Harry moved up behind Claire and slowly removed her clothes with a wicked grin.
He ran his hands round Claire's waist and her flat toned stomach and slid them down the front of her shorts; then gently but firmly rubbed her, feeling the moister start flowing straight away as she continued to snog Tonks. Claire moved her hands carefully around the young Aurors back along her bra; then unclasped it letting it fall to the floor.
The gorgeous vampire babe moved her hands round to the front of Tonks and squeezed her breasts while Harry continued to rub her. Claire started panting into Tonks's mouth as they kissed and they finally pulled apart. The vampire woman moved her mouth to the aurors beasts where she tasted them, sucking her solid nipples.
Tonks smiled as she held the vampires head to her chest, her fingers running through her silky black hair. Harry started kissing Claire's neck, pushing his crutch up against her tight firm butt, and sliding his fingers down the shorts, over her drenched slit inside causing her to moan out louder. Grinning, he watched her suck on Tonks's breasts. He had to admit, right now he is the happiest guy on the planet.
To Be Continued…
