You know what I just realized? The prophecy has been fulfilled already, or I'll twist things to make it that way… See, since Salazar was the one to instruct Lily about the ritual giving Harry his rights as a vampire and heir back, he literally killed him, whether Harry wanted it or not. Since Salazar and Voldie are of the same relative ancestry – along with Harry and Lily – it still counts. Or at least that's what I'm making it do. Sticks tongue out

This chapter has been dedicated to….Drum roll, please… Thank you.

We Are Not Alone, that Breaking Benjamin CD… thanks bunches Sexy Veela!

Also, the later half of this chapter was written while listening to City of Evil, by Avenged Sevenfold, and other such angry-ish music.

Kaitlin; I'm proving her wrong. She dissed HD the other day! I was like... hisses She had all of her faith in HG and HrR... gags HBP totally put me off HG. Right, the day Harry 'comes to his senses' and gets back together with Ginny is the day I get together with Tom Felton. Note: Sarcasm! (Though, that would be nice... stares dreamily Sadly, though, according to her, he's gay… oh well, it's the closest to HD in the movies as we can get, right?)

Moi Dix Mois and gryfinndorseeker452 both convinced me to pair Draco up with Remy instead of the OC.

Disclaimer: Look, would I really have to pick through my fics in order to find the innocent ones/chapters for my mom to read if I owned this? Probably not, because I doubt Rowling's mother is this nosy.

Author's Notes have been moved to the end, after being informed that they were distracting and unnecessary (that adjective was disregarded, because I have the written equivalent of liking the sound of my own voice).

Key for this chapter:
Italics are either emphasis or Harry's thoughts.
'Single quoted words are other people's (generically speaking) thoughts.'
Bolded words are emphasis, action, or Voldemort's thoughts.

Chapter 10 – Enter Remy, Stage… er… Roof!

Harry's jubilation at being with his mate was put out by the remembrance that there was a battle coming their way and that Voldemort himself would be there.

Putting a hesitant hand on Sirius's chest, he pushed back and almost relented at the pathetic puppy dog look in his face. "Sirius… there's a battle going on. I have to fight! And you… well… I have to tie you down. I won't lose you again…"

He knew he'd gone too far when he saw the outraged expression on Sirius's face. All he wanted was to keep him safe! "If anyone's getting tied down, it's you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. And what do you mean, again?"

Harry sighed sadly.

"A story for another time… But please Sirius, don't do anything brash! I won't lose you!"

He put a hand softly to the side of Sirius's face, and it moved slowly down to his shoulder.

"I won't let you die."

He spoke with such desperation and determination that Sirius would have backed away had he not been pinned against the arm of the couch.

Kissing him on the cheek as an ending to the conversation, he got up and opened the door, revealing two figures with their ears up to where the door was; now thin air.

Harry was knocked down when Lily jumped on him and hugged the daylights out of him.

'Now I just have to give him the talk… If he ever hurts my baby boy, he is so dead… don't let him think that I can't do it…' Unconsciously, she bared her fangs warningly at Sirius, who was too bewildered for his own likes.

A voice laughed delightedly in her head, and she jumped. Protective, mum? Sorry, you just thought really loudly. I wasn't spying on you, or anything. She rolled her eyes this time, and grinned ferally (1) at Sirius.

Harry was basking in the warmth of having a family, and feeling so loved. God, it felt good to have family.

He was brought back to reality when, in an exasperated movement, Remus stepped forward and poked Lily in the arm.

"Lily. Concentrate!"

Sirius coughed and winked at Mr. Moony.

-Twenty Minutes later, entrance Hall-

Harry and his friends stood in a queue at the foot of the Grand Staircase in the Entrance Hall, with Harry in front, and Lily and Remus behind him. Harry was in the front for rather obvious reasons. He was powerful beyond belief, and had the greatest chance at living after a duel with any number of Death Eaters and possibly Voldemort himself. Aryn was perched atop his shoulders and was hissing menacingly at the doors while Harry himself had his face set in a stony mask. The three – Lily, Remus, and Harry – had the most advantages for battle; Harry and Lily as vampires, and Remy as a werewolf. Behind them was Sirius (2), and behind him were the Marauders and Allison. (3)

A faint bombarda was heard from the other side of the large double doors, and the doors blasted open.

Black and white was all the eye could see. No less than one hundred Death Eaters now stood in the hall, faceless and intimidating. In the middle of the sea was a speck of red that rose above the rest. A handsome white face stared out from the hood of the blood red robe, and there was a large snake on its shoulders.

Harry and the figure exchanged respectful nods, not of respect of the person, but of respect of their power.

The teachers were now lined up behind Harry and his group, and Dumbledore had the audacity to step up beside Harry.

Hiding a sneer, something Voldemort didn't even bother to do; Harry ignored the highly esteemed presence of Dumbledore. Note the sarcasm.

"Tom. What are you doing?" Dumbledore spoke, with a neutral voice. The twinkle was lost from his eyes, and Harry would have cheered if it hadn't been such an intense situation.

"I'm attacking the castle. Or are you too imbecilic to notice that?" Disdain dripped from every syllable that escaped his mouth and his eyes flicked over Harry briefly. As garnet met green, the garnet flashed intense green quickly before turning back to the volatile red. This made Harry wonder about things. Were green eyes a trait that was carried with the Slytherin line? Possibly.

A few of Harry's friends had to stifle a laugh, as Dumbledore's hand twitched, and his wand shot out silver sparks.

On cue, Death Eaters began to shoot off minor curses. Harry stood amused, as he ducked rather mechanically and finally set up a shield. Come on, Voldie, what the hell are you playing at?

Voldie? Why would someone call me Voldie? Said Dark Lord was more than confused at these foreign thoughts in his head, so he replied, Who is this?

Harry jumped when he heard someone else's voice in his head. He had a slight inclination of who it was, so he hissed, it would be best for me not to say my name, but you may call me Shadow, if you like.

Surprised at the ability of Parseltongue coming from someone other than himself, he let his curiosity get the better of him rather than start handing out death threats to this unknown presence. Though, anyone with the Slytherin gift was to be left alone. They were generally extremely powerful.

Until we get the chance to talk further, truce? Between anyone you are protecting and me? Meaning, I cannot personally harm you or your comrades until a later time, and you cannot harm me, of course. Also, not a word of this until later, understood? Voldemort was putting a lot on the line here, and he and the mysterious Slytherin both knew it.

Yes. Magically binding oath for those terms?

Of course! What else would you expect? I, Lord Voldemort, previously known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, swear upon my magic not to harm Shadow or his comrades until we have time to talk later and that I shall not speak of this until later.

My turn, then? It was a metaphorical statement, but he still received a Yes in response.

I, Shadow, also known as Harry James Haden Potter, swear upon my magic not to harm Lord Voldemort, previously known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, until we have time to talk later, nor shall I speak of this conversation with anyone but Lord Voldemort.

(4)

Satisfied that they would be safe from each other now, they temporarily closed the link, or at least Harry did; Voldemort didn't even know such a link existed.

Harry turned around to tell his friends of the new development.

"We are safe from harm only from Lord Voldemort directly for now. Protect the castle."

Spells were flying everywhere, and Harry was a blur as he slashed his hands and wand repeatedly through the air.

If he were to come up behind a Death Eater in battle, he would quickly snap their neck or drain them dry. The thirst was a result of the major accidental magic he had done earlier and going so long without blood of any kind. He estimated it at about a half of a

week starvation of blood.

Harry was gliding through the crowd when he saw one Death Eater torturing a student mercilessly. He came up behind him, placed his hands almost delicately on his shoulders and neck, and leant down to pierce the tender skin left exposed from the bone mask. As the blood gushed up in a soft fount and into his mouth, his victim must have yelped rather loudly and attracted the attention of a few others around him. As the body fell limp on the ground, he heard the sneer coming from the student whose torture he had stopped. "Why the fuck are they letting a bloody vampire in the school? My father will hear about this! (6)"

In return, Harry hissed, baring his fangs, and snarled quietly, though it was apparent to the crowd that he had said something threatening, "See if I care the next time you are losing pathetically. See if I save you next time your insides are bleeding, and your heart is stopping. See if I actually give a damn."

The sneer was gone when he stalked off and attacked more Death Eaters two seconds later, all of them dropping within seconds of him releasing the first spell from his repertoire.

No one was safe if they were in the way of our resident vampire.

Lily was a tad more lenient, but she, like Harry, had not had sustenance for several days, and stunned several instead of killing them on sight. Remus killed a spare few, though did a fair share of intimidating with his large teeth and claws.

The others were struggling just to protect themselves.

Now in the middle of the queue of black and white, Harry saw Voldemort with a rather strong barrier set up between him and the battle around him, which Harry stepped through without any resistance.

"Voldie?"

"Don't call me such an infernal name, brat. I assume that you are Shadow, though, as no one else would call me such a ridiculous name."

"Indeed, I am. Shoot spells at me to at least make them think that we're dueling.

Dumbles would get too suspicious if we were having a civil conversation. But first, an obscuring charm? So that if anyone does see us, they don't know that we're not fighting to kill or hurt."

Voldemort twirled his wand between his fingers, a habit that Harry learned he had for when he was planning how to torture you. So it was a good disguise for spells, such as right now, when he was setting up a particularly strong obscuring, silencing, and separation ward.

"Ah, my thanks to you. I would do it myself, but they haven't seen me cast a single spell with it tonight, I don't think, and I'd like to keep my advantages."

Staring incredulously at the teen in front of him, he wondered how it was possible for this boy to have never brandished his wand at all that night and still made it through the crowds with a long trail of rather dead looking bodies behind him. As if knowing exactly what he was thinking, the boy tapped his fangs with a black and red clawed finger. Ah. Vampire.

"Vampire?" It was a metaphorical statement, and they both knew it.

"Yes. And a Haden. Ring any bells?" He smiled maliciously here, and smirked.

Voldemort would have gasped rather sharply is he had not thought the act to be above evil Dark Lords. Note the caps.

Suddenly, a spell that was rather malevolent in nature thrashed against the wards.

Voldemort tried as hard as he could to strengthen them, but to no avail. Pounding again and again at the wards was a fireball-like globe, and not far behind it was the outline of Dumbledore. Giving up on keeping the shield up, Voldemort brandished his wand, and Harry did likewise. Each shouting different, if not overly powerful, curses, the three spells collided. In a flash of blinding light and deafening sound, everything stopped, and Harry had a sudden flashback of when he had been deposited in this time. Why did they like to fuck with spells so much?

-Time Change/PoV Change, savvy?-
-1997/Remus Lupin, savvy?-

Remus Lupin was not having a good day.

First, he ran out of hot water, and thus couldn't take his traditional bath after last night's full moon.

After sulking for an hour and a half in lukewarm water, he learned that all of his decent robes were dirty and he had forgotten the blasted cleaning charm.

So, after putting on the least worn and dirty robes that he could find, he learns that there is an attack on Hogwarts, subsequently because the main power source had disappeared. That power source? One Harry Potter. He had ranted for as long as he could – which wasn't long, mind – before he had to go fight about how it wasn't fair for Harry to not even know. Hell, Remus hadn't even known!

So now, moments after stepping into the Entrance Hall, where Dumbledore was struggling to hold off Voldemort, he gets in the middle of two incredibly powerful curses and feels white hot pain in all of his joints. Damn it, he had just had the transformation the night before!

All he felt before violently losing consciousness was landing with a thud on something rather hard.

-Time Change/PoV Change, savvy?-
-1977/Harry Potter and Co., savvy?-

Something that looked rather worn and battered landed with a thud on the ground.

Harry leant cautiously down, absentmindedly casting an upgraded protego, and removed the hood from the face of the crumbled man.

Silently, he summoned all his friends via a summoning charm. (7)

Once they were all assembled, Allie included, Harry set up the strongest shield charm he knew around the nine. Motioning for the young Marauders to pick up the still unconscious man, he led them toward the only place he knew would be safe from almost everyone, bar one man.

Hissing impatiently at the carving in the sink, he tapped his foot sporadically on the damp tile. Sighing in relief, he motioned for Lily to go in first, then for the rest to follow her.

In the library of the Chamber of Secrets now, Remus lay on a conjured futon in the middle of a circle of couches. On one, Harry and Sirius were curled up, with Lily lying rather haphazardly in the corner with a blanket across her lap, worrying the frayed ends of the blanket. The second held Remus and Draco, who was massaging the werewolf's back. Why he was a bundle of nerves was unknown to everyone in the room, 'cept possibly Harry. Next, James and Padfoot were sitting on opposite ends of the other couch, and Allie was curled up in the armchair with a blanket much like Lily's in her lap.

Sighing resignedly, Harry got up from his comfortable spot with Sirius against his side and motioned for Draco to do the same. Over their sixth year, Moony had come back to teach for the year, but had once again quit, and therefore knew about Harry and Draco's friendship. Quickly, Harry replaced his glamour and motioned for the others around the room to do the same, which they did, albeit a bit reluctantly.

Harry waved a hand across Moony's body and muttered 'Enervate' quickly enough. Amber eyes opened reluctantly, and he glanced around the room, confused. Looking back to Harry, the first thing he asked was, "Harry, when did you get your eyebrow pierced?" and then fainted again.

(1) Is that a word? 'Cos my computer says it's not…

(2) When both Sirius's are together, I shall call the elder Sirius Padfoot and the younger Sirius, because it'd just be confusing as hell otherwise… right? The same goes for Remus; elder shall be Moony, unless during full moons, and younger shall remain Remus.

(3) Remember Allison Crestmere? I introduced her in the beginning of Chapter 7 briefly. She's a rather minor character for now, so if you missed it or don't remember, don't worry.

(4) Right, I know this is pretty generic, but deal with me here. I'm not all that creative, nor am I exactly exposed to the internet or my HP books at the moment, so I have nothing to base this upon.

(5) Like I said, not very original. Thus, I am completely skipping most of the battle scene, 'cos I'm too damn lazy to look spells up.

(6) I'm practically quoting Draco dearest here. Pity me, I have no originality.

(7) I don't see why they don't use this charm more often, y'know?

I'll probably have an update every few days these next two weeks, as it is Spring Break, and my internet is restricted to weekends and after 9 at night and before 6 in the morning on weekdays… that's really crappy, aye? Anyway, these may or may not be betaed… I'm not even sure if she'll be able to get the chapters in time for me to post them betaed. Thus, they will probably be reposted as a revised version. Though, if anyone else is on nightly and wants to volunteer, that'd be great… innocent smile

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