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Episode X

The Growing World

"Severus!"

It was a high cold voice that called his name, and what else, a normal, strong, masculine voice from The Dark Lord, The Master, NO, he doesn't go for that sort of thing.

"What news do you bring of the Potter brat?" the snake-faced man-guy-thing, whatever, even his minions weren't sure. He hisses his words so coldly that it sends a cold chill of dread down everyone's spine – or that could be that spell he's 'rumoured' to use for effect.

"My Lord," Snape bowed before his master with a look of pleasure and glee on his face as he looked to his masters slimy bare feet, licking his lips hungrily, but he dare not advance.

"The Potter brat is no longer under Dumbledore's influence or control," he said eagerly nodding his head, looking at his red-eyed master in devotion but not standing up too straight to show his submission.

Voldemort, Soon-To-Be-Ruler-Of-The-World raised an eyebrow at his servant. "Is that so?" he asked rhetorically, but Severus nodded his head eagerly anyway, while he felt thankful for his robes as he felt the tiny, near unnoticeable, to him, and unnoticed by anyone else as the rooms surrounded by cloaked figures, twitch in his pants.

"What exactly is the boy doing to ruin Dumbledore's… schemes?" he demanded, sneering, but that just seemed to excite the tiny Death Eater more, and he wasn't the only one drooling. If he were to look around he would see men wearing skeletal masks of different kinds fidgeting with very, very tiny problems hidden by their robes.

Snape's eyes shone with hate for the boy, shining, as he eagerly regaled his master with his honest testimony. He was only too eager to tell his master anything he might want – to do anything he commands, and to stick to the plan – to conquer the magic world.

"He keeps leaving his family home and doing as he pleases," he said with a wide grin, being the only Death Eater not wearing a mask, his pale cheeks brightened as he squirmed where he looked up at the Dark Lord Voldemort. He brushed his greasy black hair out of his dark, vicious eyes as he continued. "Dumbledore even told his friends to make him promise not to leave the house, but the brat won't listen. He's nothing but an insolent fool, just like his father-."

"Enough," Voldemort hissed, annoyed and bored, and not to mention crept out with the way Severus and other Death Eaters look at him, so the quicker he gets his report, the quicker things can get wrapped up. "What else have you found out?" he demanded quickly, cool red eyes boring into dark, sending a shiver down the greasy haired Severus's spine again.

"N-not much My Lord," he replied looking sorry. "Just that its understood that Potter has gotten himself a bodyguard, a vampire. He has convinced Dumbledore to take her on as Defence against the Dark Arts teacher when school starts," he hissed, outraged.

"Ahh, yes, I see," the Dark Lord replied with a cruel smile. "Potter's finally allying himself with some more worthwhile… people. Do not be such a sore loser Severus, just because you once again wanted the job. You're a pathetic teacher anyway from what I understand, and I would remove you as my spy at Hogwarts if Dumbledore wasn't so stupid as to believe that you have to be such a crybaby who can't even pretend to be nice to keep my favour-."

"B-but My Lord-," he tried to defend himself.

"Ah, moron can't even play pretend!"

The voice giggled and sent a cool shiver down his spine as well as a wince at the in-your-face voice of the woman. She pranced in with a wicked smile on her white panted face with her blonde hair tied up with red bands holding twin pigtails on her head, the right tail at the bottom black and the left red, with red panted lips and black around her dark green eyes, smudged like ash.

Her leather boots are up, ending just over her knees, the left purple, the right crimson, with black fishnet ending them halfway up her thighs. She's wearing a white folded mini-skirt barely covering her tight butt with a black belt, though its lose and flowing.

She's wearing a tight crimson leather corset with buckles and purple up the front, centre. It leads to a white top with short puffy sleeves. The top is open with a colour, showing her chest that is pumped up by her corset, and covering her large breasts but leaving the tops of her bra on show, the left cup in purple, and right in crimson. On her hands, black fingerless gloves on her hands going up to below her elbows in red on one side, purple the other.

She wore a sinister smile as she swaggered in, amused with a small black pistol tucked into each boot, easy to reach. "You catch more flies with sugar, ain't that right Mr. J?" she asked, as all of the Death Eaters eyed her nervously, but since their master did nothing they stayed put, and they didn't like the fact that the white of her outfit showed flecks of blood, it made them even more nervous of her.

"Right you are, Harley," he said, coming through the door she just had, a wide grin on his face.

Whereas the young woman seemed to hold that, creepy factor, this man, he made them shiver with dread. His face is panted white with large red lips and short green hair, black marked around his eyes. He wore an old forties style tuxedo in purple pinstripe with a yellow waste jacket underneath with a green bowtie and shiny purple shoes with a fresh white flower in a buttonhole of his jacket pocket.

"What use is a spy when everyone hates him?" 'Mr. J' asked, chuckling, his cool dark eyes laughing as if the whole world is his playground. "Ah, but where are my manners," he said as if he cared, but its clear he doesn't. "I am The Joker and this here," he said gesturing the woman as she shamelessly did some backwards cartwheels, showing off and giggling, flashing her white panties. "Harley Quinn," he finished off.

Harley bowed and thanked them as if she had just preformed Shakespeare on stage to thousands, and even though no one was applauding her, she didn't seem to care. She just blew kissed and made wild gestures with her hands before finally hanging off The Jokers arm.

"Ah, Pudin', where's the boys?" she asked, smiling as she looked behind her to the door.

The Death Eaters could only grimace, (well most of them), as these people are clearly more insane than any of them, and there are more? Then they watched as a young man wearing his jeans hanging off his butt with flame orange hair and a white tee swaggered in. Then after him, entered a young man with a white tee-shirt, wearing a red tracksuit with the top open and purple hair.

"Ah, it's a shame we couldn't get some more boys on such short notice, but-," Harley shrugged, grinning. "We had to find them, and then get here. That Spark-head really got on my nerves, ruining my plans, but I got these boys."

"No worries My Dear," Joker said chuckling. "I'm sure we can find some more diehard fans of beating on the heroes," he finished off, his wide grin stretching impossibly. "This Potter sounds like – he'll be fun to play with, but I think, his introduction to me should wait. After all, it's more fun to watch them squirm. Hotstreak and Shiv here should be enough to scare up the boy some. Then the fun begins."

The orange haired boy grinned as he stepped up, his fists igniting into flames, leaving the Death Eaters in little doubt which one he is. "I want first dibs at magic boy."

"If that's what you want," Harley said, smirking. "But if you screw up, I'll have to punish you," she said sing-song with a wicked smile that sent dread through his being and he gulped, nodding as his flames went out and she left Joker stroking his cheek with white fingers with black panted nails. "I look forward to seeing you in – detention," she giggled, causing him to grimace while Joker laughed and she returned to his side.

"M-My Lord, who are they?" Severus blurted out before he could stop himself, well once he got his nerve back.

Voldemort looked to him from his throne like seat above all the proceedings, a smirk on his lips. "These are our newest allies in our efforts, Severus; now don't be rude, why don't you introduce yourself?"

Severus quivered as he stood up straight and turned from his master to these freaks and weirdoes and what he's certain, at least with the 'clowns' completely insane psychopaths. He had to keep his composure and not show any sign of weakness. It didn't dawn on him that he's already shown signs of weakness.

"Severus Snape!" He was saved from speaking as Harley bounced over and offered her hand. He nervously reached out and the moment her hand grasped his, he thought better of accepting as he screamed when a thousand vaults buzzed through his body, his hair fluffing up and his blood boiling.

He fell to the floor steaming and twitching while she was giggling and Joker was laughing from his belly while she showed off her hand buzzer. "Well, at least he went down," she pouted, but it was ruined by her smile. "Spark-butt just looked at me, mocked me, and then wham-o, I got buzzed."

"You'll get him soon enough," Joker said laughingly as they know 'Spark-butt' will come after 'his' criminals. He looked to the Dark 'Lord'.

"So, Voldy," he said causing the wizards right eye to twitch but otherwise, to his minions surprise didn't say or do anything about it. "How do we find your little problem because I'm sure mine will find us," he said happily before his expression darkened. "He has a bad habit of turning up where he isn't wanted," he said before chuckling, his smile back. "But that's Bats for you, such the predictable little hero."

"The boy is unreachable while he hides with his muggle, non-magical, family," Voldemort said with a wicked grin. "Untouchable to magical people, wizards and witches, not approved by Albus Dumbledore, or Harry Potter himself, but you're not magical so you don't have that problem. Though, even still just finding the location of his 'home' shall be troubling."

"I'm on it Mr. V," Harley interrupted. "I'll just search for him with the computer. I'll find him in no time, but why not let one of the boys capture one of his friends, then he'll come to us."

"Oh yes, Harley, right you are," Joker added in smirking. "The heroes always come running when you kidnap their friends, or better yet, sidekicks."

"Sidekick…?" Voldemort asked, rhetorically, drawing out the word slowly as a wide and sinister grin stretched his lips. "Then I believe I have the perfect target-," he said, stopping to laugh, Joker joining in, and Harley giggling, even the 'boys' grimaced wondering whether they should have stayed at home playing video games.

They didn't pay attention to the greasy, spy twitching on the floor, his voice roar from his screams, tears streaming down his eyes while he whimpered and wished he hadn't gotten up that morning. It didn't help that while Harley was giggling she was clapping and skipping from one foot to the other, kicking him in the stomach and between the legs, and stamping on him.

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Harry shuddered as his eyes flashed open, crimson, and he's certain they have a glow. He was breathing harshly even though he no longer needs to breathe, and he could feel the fangs in his mouth with his tongue. It took him a few moments to catch his breath, and calm enough to stop breathing, as he could smell her delicious scent.

He could feel the two bodies, pulled up in each of his arms, on his chest as he lay holding them. He can feel the difference, one is so quiet, and cool, room temperature, and he couldn't feel anything from her. However, the other, her skin is like an inferno in comparison. He can here the hypnotic beat of her heat, and feel it against him, everything moving, working, her breath against his neck.

It took Harry a few moments to calm fully as he held the two smooth, soft bodies in his arms, the living one so much softer, more delicate. He let his mind draw back to that annoying vision, his forehead, over his scar stinging a little and he felt and smelt a trickle of his own blood.

Harry had almost forgotten about these stupid visions. They were annoying and always seemed to bring bad news, but he had never seen one so clear before, but then as a vampire his mind works better. That could be why, but what he saw made him feel a little queasy. He had honestly never even humoured the thought that Voldemort would work with non-wizards.

Now though, Voldemort isn't just working with non-wizards, but The Joker, and Harley Quinn. That wouldn't be too bad, well, it would, but then they have a couple meta-humans with them. If he's not mistaken they're from Dakota. Hotstreak and Shiv, too annoyances as far as Harry knows, but with Joker and Harley for mentors, they could be dangerous.

Though, at least that explains what The Batman is doing in England if he's chasing after Joker, and why he's so close to Harry. He can only hope that the Bats gets him before he causes too much trouble. However, he knows that's unlikely, and knows deep down that he's going to end up on the wrong side of Joker and 'pals'.

Harry isn't sure how these blood 'protections' that Dumbledore had supposedly set up around his 'home' work, but from past experience, knows they don't stop muggles from hurting him. Then he also wondered whether they would let mage in if the Dursley's gave them permission. Thinking about that, Dumbledore isn't the brightest when it comes to people. He never seems to see the bad in people, (or the fact that the Dursley's are cowards), and if Harry can, he'll rip off the old mans rose-coloured glasses.

Voldemort is a troubling character to have after your head, but The Joker is so much more than Voldemort. It won't be long until Voldemort realises he screwed up partnering up with that nutbar and his fruit Harley. Though, dam, is that supervillainess smoking or what? He really hadn't thought about the super-bad girls like that before, but now, there is a lot of hot evil-babes out there.

He sighed as he tried to get his mind under control before spending the next few minutes carefully extracting himself from between Tonks and Claire before hopping out of bed and landing quietly on the floor. He was as naked as them, but with a quick look at their beautiful bodies he pulled the covers back over them.

He then snuck out of the room and into the bathroom. Its early morning so the others, his, 'family' should be still in bed, and thinking of that. He opened his senses and could actually hear them snoring, though that wasn't stretching his senses much as he could always hear them snoring, but now it's ten times as loud.

Harry turned on the shower, waiting for it too warm up while he looked down at his pale and tone body. He had not only grown some muscles and by the look of it, a little height bit his 'thing' looked larger too. He wondered about that, like do all mythical monsters get such upgrades? Though, thinking about it he doubts they do. Remus hasn't got any added muscle and he's a werewolf.

Shaking those thoughts clear from his mind, he looked into the mirror at his glowing crimson eyes and smiled a little, showing off his sharp teeth and fangs. He had to silently admit to himself that they're creepy in a cool kind of way. However, he frowned as he saw his scar had bust with some kind of green, black, and red blood ooze on his forehead.

He wiped it off, washed it from his hand in the sink, and saw in surprise that the scar was healing over, using his vampire-healing factor. In fact, he didn't even feel that annoying sting or tingle the scar normally gave off. It felt better than he ever knew it could, and he wondered whether it was the whole being dead thing.

It took him a moment before he climbed into the shower, the hot water relaxing his muscles and feeling good as he washed off the remaining blood ooze and cleaned himself up. He didn't take long in the shower before drying himself off and sneaking back into his room. Its early morning and checking his watch its only six am.

Pulling on some fresh black boxer shorts he found the blood packs and poured one into a mug before using his wand to warm it up. He took a refreshing drink still awed that it tastes so good when he turned, the cup still to his lips to see Tonks, awake, staring into his glowing crimson eyes, concerned.

He smiled after he finished the last drop and placed the mug down. Tonks seemed to relax when she watched his eyes bleed back from crimson, the glowing fading, and his teeth retract. He almost laughed as he touched some thin, near completely gone marks on his shoulder.

"I met her at a bar I stumbled across," he said, explaining. "I helped her out of some bother from some werewolves," he said, amused. "It was a full moon, and one must have not appreciated my interference, and bit me. She saved me from the pain of become one of them, using her own venom to circumvent his."

"Are… you going to be OK?" she asked, concerned for him. "I mean – you're not going to try, eating me are you?"

"Only where it counts," he said with a grin while her cheeks lit up and in a bust of red and black, he turned into a swarm of bat like smog and shot at her. She gasped when he reformed under the covers on top of her smooth, warm, and sexy body, his cool skin causing her to shiver, but in a good way.

He captured her lips in his, feeling her body, but holding his weight off her when she winced as he touched her. "D-did I hurt you?" he couldn't help but ask as he pulled from her lips holding himself further off her body.

She just shook her head and smiled sheepishly. "Umm… Y-you were just stronger than I remember, but… you know, you're a, well, you know-"

"-vampire," he answered for her.

"Yeah," she agreed impishly. "You know, super strength, stamina, all of that and-…"

"Needing better control," Claire interrupted, smiling at them sleepily as she turned to face them on her side. "But you sure didn't complain last night," she commented, giggling as her eyes opened to look at them.

"Why would I complain?" she asked with an impish grin. "I've only just been screwed so hard that I'm surprised the silencing charms didn't break."

"That might have been amusing," he said as he captured her lips again in a quick kiss before claiming another from Claire, and then in a burst of red he flittered through the covers back to his previous spot while they both pouted cutely.

He couldn't help but snicker. "I can get used to that ability," he said, smirking smugly. "Well, anyway girls, I can't stick around, I have a few errands to run," he said as he grabbed some clothes out of his trunk.

"Like what?" they both asked together, curious.

He rolled his eyes as he looked in the bag with the blood packs first while he got dressed. "Like some more blood for one, but I could do with a new pen or two, and I need to get some cash from Gringotts, but most of all I really need to get out and stretch. This room is so small and even by myself would hate to stick around for so long. You lady's make yourselves at home and I'll be back in a few hours, I feel quite claustrophobic."

"Well, be careful, Harry," Tonks said in concern. "And I'll be here. It isn't like I have anywhere else to go anyway. I've been suspended because of Dumbledore getting me to bunk off all the time."

Harry laughed. "Just spy on the Order for me and I'll make it worth your while," he said smirking with a suggestive wink before he bust away in red mist.

The newly turned vampire was quite surprised that he had arrived at the right place as he appeared in an empty alley just off Diagon Alley. Its not the best place for pens, but he supposes some place has to sell them around here rather than just quills.

He noticed as he walked out into the alley, wearing a black tee and trousers with white trainers that the sunlight shined on his skin more than normal, probably because of how pale it is. He found it quite fascinating actually.

Walking the alley, he had worn his new glasses, even though he doesn't need them. His enemy's will think they're a weakness and then become his prey.

He was just rounding a corner, by the ice cream place when he had to pause as he saw that annoying Malfoy prick and some of his Slytherin friends. He saw him glaring down this blonde girl from their year, but her glare was far superior.

She seemed to be guarding a brown haired girl next to her from him; they look quite alike, pretty, fit, hot, but with cold blue eyes, different colour hair, and the brown-haired girl looks younger, not by much, a year maybe.

Harry wasn't sure what they could be arguing about but it seemed to amuse some of them while the likes of Pansy Parkinson seemed to be trying to get Malfoy to listen to her about something but he was ignoring her.

So, something wasn't going down perfectly in the purist of camps, and he thought they all liked each other or something. However, he realised it really is none of his business and knows they wouldn't want his input even if he cared to give it.

Therefore, he went to sneak passed when he heard something interesting that made him slow down a little, curious. "Then if you can't go with me, who are you going with, and what about your sister?" Malfoy demanded in anger, which annoyed Harry a little, he hates twats who think they deserve to get their own way all the time, and its Malfoy so that makes matters worse.

"Umm…" the blonde haired girl said, trailing off, paling, as her sister looked at her concerned. That's when her eyes connected with Harry's and he's certain she didn't mean to say what slipped out. "Harry Potter, he's taking us both," she said looking sick as the words slipped from her lips.

Harry stopped and vampire senses or not almost tripped over as the whole world froze, or just him and the Slytherins. They looked like they couldn't believe she had said those words. However, she had, and blushed bright red in the cheeks, both embarrassed and angry with herself.

"Potter!?" Malfoy suddenly hissed out, laughing. "Pull the other one, like you would ever go out with that loser, and then share your sister too. You're two of the best looking girls in our year – Potter's just a bigheaded loser who isn't worth tying a house-elf's shoe laces."

"House elves don't wear shoes, Malfoy," Harry interrupted, angry, well more annoyed. "I couldn't help but overhear because, well I was listening in," he said, smirking as they turned to him. "I seriously don't see what the problem is. I asked them out, they both agreed. After all, I have a lot of magic to burn so I need a couple of beautiful sisters."

Malfoy looked sick as Harry 'confirmed' his worst fear before sneering at the sisters. "Come on, let's get out of here, leave the losers alone," he said leading the others away, except the confused sisters.

Harry shrugged, highly amused as he turned back to the girls. "Well, umm… so if you don't mind, where exactly am I taking you two on this date?"

The older of the two sighed and hung her head in shame. "There's this party thing, or whatever they're calling it at the Ministry on Saturday, and now we can't afford to try backing out."

Harry shrugged with an impish smile. "Hey, sounds fun, and don't worry I'll make sure you both have a great time. It will wipe the smug smirk off that jerks face."

"Do you even know our names?" she asked, curious.

He shook his head in thought. "I'm sorry to say I can only recall ever hearing Greengrass. I feel well and truly guilty now. How could I not know the names of two such beauties? Its inconceivable, and almost unforgivable."

They both blushed at his playful compliments. "I'm Astoria Greengrass, and this is my big sister Daphne," the younger of the two suddenly spoke offering her hand.

He grinned, as instead of shaking as she expected he brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her fingers, and then repeated the process with her startled sister before letting them go. Their faces were bright red and neither of them were looking at him coldly anymore.

"Trying to charm us won't make us suddenly like you," Daphne said after a moment of regaining her composure.

However, he just smiled. "Possibly not," he agreed, but his smile never left his face. "But that doesn't mean I shouldn't try. So, anyway, what time shall I pick you both up, and what should I wear?"

"Six pm will be fine," she answered, rolling her eyes. "And it's a formal evening, and don't be late collecting us, and I trust you can find our address?"

"I think I can do that," he said and before either of the girls could move back he had kissed them each, just a quick peck on the lips but it was done, they went crimson again as they watched Harry wave before heading off towards the bank.

Both girls looked at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Am I supposed to hate him, because he is quite cool?" Astoria couldn't help but ask after a few moments, getting a look from her sister. "I know, he's Potter, but he does the bad-boy thing without being an ill-mannered sexist jerk."

"Point taken," Daphne reluctantly agreed. "Then – well, he is really hot, and strong, and kinda funny and mysterious, and-."

"Hot-?"

"Yeah, hot."

"Sharing will be weird."

"Can't back out now."

"And he's really hot."

"Astoria!"

The brown haired sister just stuck her tongue out childishly. "At least this will get that jerk off our cases for a while."

"Yeah, he won't want to speak to us," she replied with a small smile. "Maybe this won't be all that bad-..."

"Come on, we've got dresses to pick out," came her sisters response, linking her arm with her sisters she dragged her away with her. "We have to look extra hot for our date."

To Be Continued…