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Harry Potter and the Elemental Mage

Chapter 10

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There was a large opulant mansion that sat alone atop a rich green hill of grass. This Mansion sat tall and imposing, with large black wrought iron gates surrounding the whole property. The mansion laid on the outskirts of a small, old town. Not heavily populated. No one in town ever saw the owner of the mansion, but they knew someone lived there. There was smoke coming out of the chimney's that sat atop the house, and they saw people coming and going through the front doors of the gate.

The mansion was large, made of black granite. It was five stories high, with two large columns at each end of the mansion. There were balconies protruding from every large floor to ceiling patio glass door. The glass on all the windows were stained to represent different scenes from the bible or from mythology. The most favored scene it seems, where the more violent offences and attacks, which were dipicted on all the higher tower windows. None of the villagers ever approached the mansion, it looked to forboding. They had their own personal legend about the place, and every generation, one kid believed they were brave enough to climb the iron gates and walk up to the door to knock on it. Every generation the kids were scared out of their minds when faced with dark creatures that seemed to melt out the door, causing a few of them to faint, or crap their pants.

What these muggle children, and villagers didn't know, was that all those dark, scary things that they see happening at the mansion, are all illusions created by the owner. The owner was also a huge mystery. According to record books created by the local villagers that lived there about a hundred years ago, the man who lived in the Mansion was a very private person. He would buy one female servant, who he would then sleep with, and she would stay at the mansion, and have his baby. She would then raise the baby to full grown before she was either let go, or died. Then once the father was dead, the son would then take over whatever business the man had been in, and repeat his father's practice of acquiring a mother for his brood. When the women is let go, she is usually sworn to secrecy, and is unable to speak of anything she has seen.

The unfortunate truth that the villagers could, and probably would never believe, is that the man living in the Mansion today, is the same man who had built it, about 300 or some odd years earlier. This man's name was Malek. He wasn't an ordinary man. He was a Vampire. A magical Vampire. A rare Vampire species, for he was a Royal Vampire.

Malek Valentino sat in a comfy armchair in front of a roaring fire that blazed in his living room hearth. He held a silver etched wine goblet in his hand, which held fresh human blood. Unlike his other counterparts, Malek didn't hunt for his food, no he bought his blood from the blood bank. He was a rich man, and for his generous donations every year, the blood banks provided him with a year's supply of blood. It was lucky that he was such an old vampire, for the older you are in vampire years, the less blood you need to live. Malek could go a whole month without tasting blood and be perfectly fine. He had learned to control the hunger, the thirst, the urge to hunt. Now he was a well respected business man, as well as the leader of his Vampire clan.

Members of his clan surrounded the large expensively lavished sitting room, each enjoying a goblet of blood. Malek's servants walked between them, carrying trays of succulent raw meats and fish for the younger Vampires to feast on. Malek was a strange Vampire amoung his kind. While most Vampires stick to blood, and raw meats, Malek preferred richer cooked foods, things that it was said to be impossible for Vampires to injest, but Malek seemed to be able to do the impossible. No one new anything about him, nor how old he really was. Other Vampires tried to find out, but they always came up empty.

"Master?" Once of the servants asked quietly after they had approached him on his left side. Malek turned politely to the servant, it was a young man, new to the service, but eager to learn all he could. Malek inclined his head for the young man to continue, "There is a message for you" He held out a silver platter that held one letter on it's center. Malek picked it up, and one glance at the handwriting, he recongnized it who it was from. His handsome face split into a huge grin as he eagerly tore the letter open. As he read it over, his grin grew wider with pride. He summoned a fresh pad of paper and a quill, and began a reply.

Harry

I'm impressed. You are correct, I am one in the same. The magic I used is complicated, and very rare. But you could be taught it, for I sensed you have the power to harness it. Though it would no doubt take you years to perfect it, it's a very good skill to have. Now, have a wonderful summer, and I shall meet you soon. Perhaps when your at school? I'll contact you closer to the day. Try to relax. You deserve to enjoy yourself like the child you are. Perhaps take that special young lady out on a date? I'm sure she would appreciate it.

Yours truly

Malek

Malek called a servant over, and after sealing the letter with his personal seal, he made sure the servant knew to send the letter off post haste with Theo. The other Vampires in the room noticed the exchange, and were curious about who their leader could be corresponding with. Malek was a private person, and they knew he would never reveal his secrets unless it was important for them to know. The party continued on as they celebrated Malek's birthday, though he never gave them his age, they knew what day it was that he had come into the world. It was this day they celebrated every year, to honour him and his position in their lives.

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When Harry woke up the next day, the sky was still dark, but there was a slight pickening far off in the distance. Stretching, he climbed out of bed and rooted through his clothes to find some comfortable work out clothes. Once he changed into shorts and a tshirt, and quietly made his way downstairs. Once he reached the door, he silently and wandlessly unlocked it, and then closed it just as silently behind him, before locking it back up. Harry dropped to the ground to begin his stretches. After 15 minutes of his warm up stretches he set out on a light jog, pacing himself around the block. The street was peaceful early in the morning. Not much activity. He could hear the birds chirping off in the distance as they slowly woke to what was looking to become a beautiful day.

As Harry looked around during his jog, he noticed a really beautiful park just off the side of the street. It was completely covered in grass, with a few trees along its outer edge. A perfect picnicking spot. Harry smiled, as he began to plan out his day with a beautiful brunnette. As Harry came around on his second circuit, he saw a glimpse of a tall red head at the door, before it was quickly shut. Harry shook his head, trying to concentrate on increasing his speed gradually throughout his run. Finally after 5 circuits around the block he slowed down as he reached the door to 12 Grimmauld place, and dropped down for his cooling stretches. He didn't hear anyone come out, but once his stretches were over with, he turned around to seeing a smiling Hermione.

"Hey there gorgeous" Harry said cheekily. Hermione blushed and moved out of the door to stand beside him, she held out a plate of breakfast food and a cup of hot tea. He smiled gratefully and took a sip of the tea, one milk and two sugars, Hermione knew how he liked it. They both sat down on the steps of Grimmauld place, enjoying the nice morning weather, while Harry ate his breakfast. They talked about small things, inconsequntial things. They were relaxed and comfortable with each other. Something Harry rarely got to experience. Hermione glanced over his attire, before she smiled and looked back up at him.

"I think it's high time we get you some proper clothes Harry." Sighing, Harry looked down at himself and realized which outfit he had put on. It was one of the oldest outfits he still had of Dudley's and there were thousands of small holes rips, and fraying on both the top and the bottoms. He gave a small laugh and nodded at Hermione. SHe grinned, "Oh, this will be fun." Harry's face blanched, not sure he should have agreed to let Hermione go shopping with him. "Oh, relax Harry, i'm not like lavander or Parvati, I won't drag you around by your ear, well unless you want me to" She added cheekily. Harry smiled at her, while his groin jerked slightly at the image she had caused to appear in his head.

"I'm sure just leading me around by my hand will work well enough." They both burst out laughing at that comment. They sat outside for a little while longer before Hermione told Harry to get his stuff and to bring it inside so they could find someone to take them shopping. Harry put his bowl in the kitchen, and it disappeared as soon as it touched the counter, Harry looked around curiously. Then he turned and saw Hermione's face, and there was guilt written all over it. "What did you do?"

"Harry, you do understand about how i feel on House elf slavery right?" He nodded, "Well, see the thing is, Dobby cornered me on the last day of school, when you were still kind of in a daze about S-Sirius dieing, and well, he explained to me that a house elf needs to be bonded to a wizard in order to be able to use magic, and to live, and then he showed me, w-winky, and how it looked like she wasn't going to make it"

"Wait, Winky's bonded to the castle, and Dumbledore, she should be fine." Hermione shook her head.

"The Castle's magic is split between all the house-elves and winky didn't fully bond with the headmaster, at the time she was still grieving the loss of her old master, and hasn't really been the same since. Nothing anyone does will save her, losing her master destroyed her, and now I see that i've been doing it all wrong. Not only do house-elves enjoy taking care of the their masters, but they need to, to be able to live."

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"I brought Dobby and Winky here, now, Dobby told me that he's already bonded to you, but you had told him to go to the castle and he did. Winky just needs you to bond with her, She's more aware now, and needs to be accepted by you."

Harry sighed as he let his face fall into his hands. "I'm sorry Harry, I hope your not mad at me. I promised Dobby we'd still pay him wages since he likes it so much, but I couldn't even convince Winky without her bursting out in tears and falling apart. Dobby told me he didn't want your money that he would just be happy to serve you as he has always wished since you set him free."

Harry chuckled. He lifted his head, and started laughing, Hermione scowled and crossed her arms across her chest, pushing up her breasts slightly. Harry continued to laugh as he slowly made his way across the room to stand in front of her. He placed his hands on her shoulder, before he tugged her against him, still laughing. She stood stiff for a few minutes, before she relented and wrapped her arms around his waist, as she began to laugh along with him, his laughter causing her to let go. " I don't understand...whats...so funny.." She said between her laughter.

"You!" He cried out in a laugh. Finally getting himself under control, he pulled away from Hermione so he could look at her, "You are honestly, something else. Even though you were so set against House elf enslavement, you went and brought two house elves here to take care of this place, and tried to convince them to accept wages, and you took a No and left them alone. Hermione, since when do you ever listen to a no?" He chuckled again. Hermione swatted his arm.

"It wasn't like that. And I do listen to No. It's Ron who has never listened to the word No. I swear I've told him No a million times in school on copying my homework, and still finds away to get away with it." Harry laughed again, then he bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"I think I like that your unpredictable, It makes it a little more exciting" He smiled cheekily at her, she gave him a coy look and began trailing her hand down his front chest, and Harry groaned softly, his head resting against her forehead. Hermione laughed lightly, before she pushed him away and began to leave the room. Harry reached out, grabbed her arm and swung her back around, "I don't think so Ms. Granger" He said huskily. Hermione smiled back, and pressed herself closer to him.

"Oh, and what are you going to do about it Mr. Potter?" Hermione asked softly. Harry gave her his lopsided grin.

"I'm sure i'll think of something" Then he bent down and kissed her hard, pulling her tight against his body. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning against his lips. Harry trailed his hand down her back to cup her butt and lift her up slightly against him, he began to lightly rock his hard memeber against her abdomen, letting her know how much she drove him crazy. Hermione moaned against his lips again, one hand trailing through his hair holding his face against hers while the other moved around front and trailed down between their bodys, her nails lightly scraping against his chest, even through the clothes. Harry's member jerked as his breath excelerated. Hermione's fingers began to lightly tease him, her fingers flitting around waist of his pants, over the string that was keeping his pants on, then they slid under the hem of his tshirt and up his chest.

Their breathing escalated, it was heavy as they battled each other for dominance, there tongues sliding in and out of their mouths, wrestling before both retreating. They're lips were crushed together almost bruisingly, but neither one wanted to let up. It was a fight, one they both planned on winning, yet one they both knew wouldn't be able to be finished in the room they were in. Finally, both needed air, they slowly pulled away from each other, Hermione's hand slid out from under Harry's shirt, and Harry slowly let Hermione slide back on to her feet on the ground. They stood in each other's arms, trying to get their breathing and heart rates under control. They were both grinning like idiots. "That felt amazing" Harry hoarsely whispered. Hermione grinned and nodded her agreement.

After they collected themselves, Harry decided to get the shopping over and done with, and then deal with the house elf situaiton. He figured the bonding could wait a few hours. He turned to ask Hermione her opinion and she agreed with him. Shopping at the moment was the more important issue. Holding hands, they both went off in search of someone to either tell they were going shopping, or someone who would take them shopping.

They were in luck and found Mrs. Weasley in the supply cupboard, organizing and rearranging things as well as making a note of things that she would need to pick up. "Mrs. Weasley, I was wondering if it was ok if Hermione and I went shopping today. I'm really in need of some clothes and I know Hermione would really like to get started on picking up her school supplies, even though we haven't received the booklist yet. Is there any way we could on our own, or do you know someone who is available to take us?" Harry asked. Molly didn't answer for a few minutes, then she turned around to look at them, and smiled.

"Or course! I have to run out to pick up some more supplies as it is, can you two just give me a few minutes to finish compiling my list of items, and then we can head out?" They both agreed to wait till she was ready, and told her that she could find them hanging out in Harry's room. Molly nodded, and both of them left to sit and relax in Harry's room.

Hermione decided she'd make a list of things to pick up, so they didn't go off tract. Harry conceded since it meant it was going to allow him to spend less time walking around aimlessly shopping. Having a list meant they had direction and it meant it would be over that much sooner. So Hermione pulled out some parchment and a quill, Harry found the ink and they both began compiling things that Harry would need to pick up, and small items that Hermione thought she would need as well. She even added a few new clothing items to the list for herself. Once satisfied with the list, Harry decided to run a quick inventory of his items, just to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Finding that it seemed they had covered everything, Hermione tucked the list into her pocket and Harry put the quill and ink away. Molly came up then, and told them that she was ready to leave. Both teens nodded and followed the matriarch out of the room down to were the floo network was, so they could get to Diagon Alley.

A/N :Wow...I'm so sorry everyone. I didn't think it would take me this long to update. I've been really busy, and I was to lazy to drag my laptop to work everynight...I promise i'll try to do better. I know it's shorter then usual. I wanted to continue, but I also knew you all were probably impatient and wanted me to update, soo I took the lesser of two evils. Hope this satisfys till i can update again, sorry again everyone. I love you all and your reviews keep them coming. Lots of love xoxo