Just throwing up a rough draft of a scene that'll be in Legacy or its sequel. Scene in question is Harry back in England on Christmas Eve after spending a year and a half in the U.S.A following the event in Los Angeles… And boy has he changed, mostly for the worst [Early draft, subject to revision and improvement when actual story catches up].
Like always, I really need feedback on these so I can find out what people like/dislike and so I can work out what areas I need to improve on. So please, review. Another chapter, another attempt to entertain you all. I honestly do not have anything else to add, so on with the show!
'Harry Potter' belongs to J K Rowling.
'Legacy of Kain' belongs to Crystal Dynamics.
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XX Gordric's Hollow (December '97) XX
The Barge Inn was the quintessential British village pub; comprised of one small, very dirty, and dingy room with bay windows so encrusted with filth that you can barely see through them. The place was filled with rough wooden tables and an even rougher bar along the back wall. The owner and proprietor, a miserable old bat that looked like she had hag blood in her somewhere, had been eying him all night with that look of 'you are not from around here, you are suspicious'.
'Decrepit old bint'. Harry thought as he finished off his pint of cheap and bitter beer. Although, if he was honest, he most look a sight with his matted grey hair and sickly pale skin. His battered jacket over worn t-shirt and dirt stained jeans really added to the 'creepy drifter' look he'd picked up after his little chat with that asshole in LA. Glaring back Harry slowly found his eyes dropping to her exposed, and veiny, neck. Quickly scanning the room, and confirming he was the only one left, Harry rose and made his way over to the bar as common thoughts ran through his head. 'Reach across, snatch and suck... Bite deep, let shock stop the screams… Haven't eaten in hours, feed and enjoy.'
"Another?" The crone snapped when he set his glass down and glared at her.
"No… Not thirsty for drink." Harry panted as he eyed her neck, the rough lower class accent he'd adapted while in hiding giving his voice a far more menacing tone then he'd intended. Tearing his eyes away and trying to focus, Harry got back to what he'd come to this crappy village for. "Where's the graveyard from here?"
"Out there, hang a right an' then a left. End of the road." The barkeep said, pointing a bony hand at the door then jerking her thumb in the directions to illustrate. "Bit late to be paying respects, ain't it?"
"Never too late to pay dues to the dead." Harry muttered as he rooted through his pockets for something to distract from the cravings. Finding a battered pack of cigarettes he let out a sigh of relief and stuck the last of them into his mouth. Pointing with his thumb to the cigarette, Harry mumbled 'got a light?'.
"There..." the woman snapped, tossing Harry a box of matches. "… Now get out, we're closed."
Turning without a word of thanks and making his way for the door, pausing only to grab his bad as he passed his table, Harry stepped out into the gentle snowfall. After having two matches extinguished by the snow, and another snap on him, Harry managed to get his cigarette lit allowing the nicotine rush to temporarily numb the cravings for blood. The fact that the smoke dulled his sense of smell as well was a welcome bonus.
Trudging down the empty streets, paying little attention to the world around him as he went, Harry made his way to the old church and its cemetery. Snapping the padlock that kept the gates securely shut and pushing the heavy iron gates open, Harry made his way through the ancient resting place of countless muggles and magic users. Making his way to the graves from a decade and a half ago, following the pull of his grave, Harry soon stood before a simple tombstone.
Here lies Harry James Potter,
July 30, 1980 – October 31, 1981
Lost but loved,
Gone but not forgotten.
"Gone but not forgotten." Harry snorted as he finished off his cigarette, snuffing the butt out on top of the tombstone. A quick glance at the stone told a different story. The engraving was old and worn, faded by time and rain. The snow barely covered the weeds and growth which had sprung up around the tombstone and Harry's footprints provided the only disturbances in the snow around it. Dropping his bag to the ground and struggling for a minute with the zipper Harry managed to retrieve a small wreath that he set on the grave. Satisfied that his grave no longer looked so desolate Harry brushed some of the snow away and dug his fingers into the cold, hard earth to snatch up a handful of soil. Holding the soil in a clenched fist, Harry let it revitalise him partly. "The soil of my grave provides me respite."
Brushing the dirt from his hand once he was finished at his grave Harry picked up his bag and moved inward, pack towards the church and village proper. Stepping over the discarded chain and broken lock as he left the cemetery Harry nearly walked right into a couple who'd been passing.
"Sorry pet." Harry said as he lightly bumped the woman. She was pretty enough, golden hair and green eyes although her dark roots where beginning to show. Her clothes looked recent and expensive, although Harry noted that they were far to light for this kind of weather. The man, boyfriend most likely since neither wore a ring, had on older clothes. The dodgy denim, plus his bleached mullet, screamed of a man stunk in a decade with poorer fashion. The man eyed Harry wearily, silently debating with himself about something. Whatever it was that was going on in the man's head mattered little to Harry, at least until the man spoke.
"Forget it mate, it's all good." He said in a thick Liverpudlian accent before pulling his girl closer and moving on.
Watching the pair leave Harry took several deep breaths. Even with his smell dulled from the earlier smoke he caught a familiar scent and reminded Harry just who the man had been. Snarling with hatred, and deciding the rest of his business in the village could wait, Harry chucked his bag back into the cemetery and took off after the pair. Harry turned the corner after them just in time to see Bobby pin the girl to the wall and latch onto her neck.
"Hello bobby." Harry said as his fist collided with the side of Bobby's head and knocked him back.
"The hell? You hit like a truck… The hell are you?" Bobby yelped as he staggered back and reached up to dab at the busted skin.
"Those ridges aren't to impressive now, are they Bobby?" Harry mocked in reference to the distorted forehead Bobby's 'vamp-face' possessed while Bobby wiped at the blood that was running down into his eye.
"Do I know you?" Bobby asked in confusion, apparently unable to place Harry due to the fake accent.
"You don't remember me Bobby? I'm hurt." Harry laughed, cold and cruel, as the old arrogance and sophistication seeped back into his voice. A soft growl from behind tipped Harry off that he'd gotten things wrong as the girl, another vampire it seemed, lunged at him. Turning and catching her by the throat Harry lifted the girl off her feet and, while keeping an eye on Bobby in case of attack, pulled a small stake from his pocket. Driving the stake into her heart and catching a handful of her dust Harry turned back to Bobby and blew the dust away. "Your friend should have known better then to attack me."
"Y-You… Hehe, you-your 'Kain'. Hahaha." Bobby sniggered as be stuck his hands in his pockets. It was interesting to see, the sudden change from concern and uncertainty to cockiness once Bobby remembered him… Harry would have to wipe that smirk right off his face. "You're back, that's brave. I mean, we did send you running like a little dog. Hehe, back to die little fake?"
"You did nothing, Bobby. It was those Order of Aurelius sycophants you sided with that forced me back." Harry corrected as the two squared off, slowly circling and watching for an opening. "Speaking of which, how is that little Chinese tart anyway?"
"Japanese, she's Japanese." Bobby corrected as his eyes flickered between Harry and the surrounding area, searching for something. "And she's great, everything's great. Order's big, and I'm big up in it. Screwing you and you BS 'messiah' crap was the best move I ever made."
"Really? I could have sworn that those cavern dwelling, demon worshippers had standards… Standards you just would not measure up to." Harry said just as several pops sounded around him and Bobby as a group of witches and wizards Apparated in. `
"What's this?" One of the wizards, a tall black man with a thick cockney accent snapped at Bobby once he'd looked Harry over. "Told you to stay put and call if Potter showed."
"Y-Yeah I know, b-but this guy is the one who tried to organise the vampires against The Dark Lord." Bobby stuttered, pointing at Harry in case there was some confusion about who he was referring too. "I-I thought that'd fetch a good price, someone who'd tried to rally an army… You know."
"Ha, haha, Hahaha… Oh this is simply amazing." Harry laughed, his voice startling some of the wizards. "First you betray me to the Order, whom I presume have since discarded you now that My army is there's to command, and now you serve Voldemort's lackies… Hahaha, you really are pathetic Bobby, you know that."
No sooner had Harry finished laughing then more pops heralded the arrival of another group of wizards. They began arguing with the first to arrive about who got the bounty for him, the first claiming they'd seen him first while the second argued he'd triggered some kind of taboo and so was there bounty to collect. Flashing a feral grin at Bobby and letting out an animalistic snarl Harry lunged at the closest wizard and dragged his short but claw-like nails across the unfortunate man's throat.
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Rough scene, needs an ungodly amount of work to fix but it was in my head and I wanted it out. I use the Buffyverse as the basis for my vampires since the HP books don't give enough detail on them [Order of Aurelius and the Japanese vampire mention come straight from either Buffy's tv show or the comics]. Hinted at stuff that has yet to happen in Legacy, things may chance depending on how the story develops as I go but for now you've got a little glimpse at the future.
I'm dyslexic, so please point out any mistakes in spelling or grammar [I spell things the way they do in England and Ireland, so some things may look off to Americans]. Please leave your opinion via review or send them via PM, I'd like to know what you think. Well, I think that's everything I've gotta say so, hope you enjoyed the chapter.
This is Highvalour saying bye and thanks for reading.
