A Betrayal Too Deep
Chapter 11
"WHEN THEY CONVERSE IN LATIN THIS WILL APPEAR!"
Conversing In Latin, Surprising Valerius and Flash Backs
Harry stalked around compared to the last few days the place was ominously quiet. It was as if something big was happening, waiting just around the corner, ready to unleash. He'd read upon the New Orleans Mardi Gras. It was a massive thing, attracting tourists from all over to see the music, parades, balls, picnics, floats basically it's a big holiday. All the roads closed down and everyone participating, dressing up and of course an excuse to get blind drunk. It was one big feast to the Daimons, so many people at danger from something they had no idea that lurked around. It really was a good job there were reinforcements coming, and since reading up on Mardi gras he truly was grateful. It was going to be one hell of a busy night.
He hoped Zarek was alright, he hadn't come on last night. He couldn't get a read on Zarek from all the way over in Alaska. Sure he could apparate, but he wasn't sure if he could - it might be sunny over there. He wasn't sure about the time differences, but he vowed to look upon it. He didn't find it fair that they were stopping the other from talking to him. No matter what he did, everyone was entitled to human interaction. Even human prisoners were allowed he didn't approve of Ash's decision on that one. Well he couldn't care less, which is why he was talking to him. He had noticed Zarek hadn't said anything about being 'banished' as he was. He had a feeling the Dark-Hunter wasn't going to say anything about it any time soon either.
Harry stopped thinking, his senses going off, Daimons were nearby. Heading off in the direction he felt them, he stopped stunned at the sight in front of him. A human girl was fighting with a Daimon, and winning! She had daggers on her, dressed in a way that would impress Ash. She was in one word - a Goth. She was fast, graceful and scarred; the entire side of her face had been viciously sliced open. It was still red, which meant it had happened recently. Humans weren't supposed to know about Daimons, he didn't know what the hell to do now. He couldn't just Obliviate her, he didn't know how much she knew. This was something Ash was going to have to deal with.
The rest of the night he followed her around, cloaked in the darkness. He noticed she seemed to be attracting Daimons, they kept coming for her but she fought them off. She seemed to know when they were coming as well, Harry used his magic a few times to help her out other than that - he never once revealed his presence to her.
She ducked into a shop, and bought lots of food, he assumed she was going home. Yet she didn't, she placed the food in alleys. He smiled despite his worry; she was a rare woman, very kind. She was feeding the homeless; she'd even offered them a job. Unfortunately you couldn't help everyone; Harry knew that much but it didn't stop him trying or her apparently.
Harry made sure she was fine for the rest of the night, keeping as many Daimons as he could from getting near her. As soon as she got home he was on the phone to Acheron, which was a first - him calling Ash.
"Hello?"
"Do you know a human knows about the Daimons?" stated Harry, he had a funny feeling Ash probably did - he was for most part omnipotent except when it came to him of course.
"She didn't stab you did she?" asked Ash his exasperation obvious.
"No," sighed Harry.
"Was she Goth?" asked Acheron his voice filled with amusement.
"When exactly were you going to tell me? What if I wiped her memory?" snapped Harry, angry when his suspicions were confirmed.
"Did you?" asked Ash his voice changing, he seemed worried.
"No," said Harry, "I don't use that gift unless I have to." so Ash knew and liked that woman. That was news, still he should have told him, he wasn't very happy to find out now. Nothing against Ash or her, its just what could have happened that bothered Harry.
"Good," said Ash sounding relieved.
"Something you want to tell me?" asked Harry petulantly.
"She has gifts that the Daimons desire, she's unfortunately a magnate, she draws them in without even realizing it." Ash told him sombrely; the first time she'd been attacked she was thirteen years old. Since then it had been constant, she chose to help instead of being afraid of the night. She held a great deal of respect for the Dark-Hunters, especially Talon who had been the one to save her.
"Gifts? What kind of gifts?" asked Harry as he walked back down Bourbon Street.
"Her powers include Intuition, psychometry and Empath, gifts that the Daimons desire greatly." said Ash, her sister was her opposite, and Amanda had offensive gifts. He had taught Tabby how to dampen her empathic abilities, since they had been driving her mad. Unfortunately it wasn't always possible, and sometimes they got the better of her.
"Yet she's human?" stated Harry confused, how odd.
"Yes, she is." said Ash amused.
"Are there others like her?" asked Harry. It seemed to him she was witch, but if that was the case where was her wand? Why hadn't she been trained?
"Her twin is her opposite, she has premonition, cognition, Empath, and telekinesis." replied Ash.
"Where did they learn their gifts? Did they attend school?" asked Harry his curiosity getting the better of him. This had to be the longest he'd ever had a conversation with Ash. Sure he'd trained with him, but he'd never really spoken to him much. He'd been very angry at the time, bitter and extremely distrustful. He'd vowed never to let anyone in his life again. Fighting had tamed his anger over the years, he'd become used to his new life - or as used to as he would ever get.
"School?" enquired Ash, now it was his turn to dig for information. "What kind of school could they attend to learn their craft?"
"Never mind," said Harry, so they were witches - untrained witches at that. Did America not have a magical school to train them? If not were there other humans out there with gifts they couldn't harness? With the Daimons inevitably getting them and using their magic as their own? That disturbed him greatly, more so than a Daimon getting his magic! "I have to go, bye." he said to his leader before hanging up. He couldn't believe that there wasn't a school here for witches. They had one in France and Germany at least that's where Drumstrang was suspected to be located. Nobody knew where it was, which made it safe from attack. Unlike Hogwarts - everyone knew where that was which made it a big fat target. Especially for every Dark Lord who decides to take over the world.
He didn't apparate straight to Valerius' today, instead he walked home. He had the time, and he wanted to think. Plus he'd have to let Hedwig in tonight; she'd been outside far too long on her own. He'd told Ash what house he wanted, so no doubt he'd be leaving soon. It was a shame, he rather liked it there, and it just had the oldness that reminded him of Hogwarts.
He felt bad for Valerius; he could sympathise with him, but never truly understand how he felt. He had been betrayed yes, by people he loved again yes, but he'd not been crucified by his own blood, his own brothers. He had a feeling though, that Valerius had been the way he was before his brothers killed him. Nobody could hand over their own father or watch their grandfather killed without it changing him.
Harry smiled when he noticed Hedwig, she was up a tree, and her head nestled in her wings. Harry whistled loudly, wakening her up, she hooted at him before diving her wings spread magnificently. Harry raised his arm, as she flew towards him. He didn't even wince as her claws dug into him, he was used to it.
"Hey girl," said Harry stroking her, she hooted at him again before biting his finger to let him know she wasn't happy. She never bit through the skin though, ever, not in all the years he'd had her. "I'm sorry," he said rolling his eyes at her.
She just hooted once more before settling down.
"Let's go then," said Harry amused at his owls display. Once again she'd been his saving grace; he'd always been able to talk to her. As a human locked away at the Dursley's or as a Dark Hunter. Even if she couldn't talk back, she was still a comfort to him, one he could never do without.
A few minutes walk then he was at the door, he didn't even knock once before it was answered. As always Gilbert answered the door, which reminded him of the letter up the stairs. He would have to remember to read it; he did wonder what their reply would say.
"You have an owl on your arm sir," stated Gilbert staring at Harry in utter confusion.
"This is Hedwig, Gilbert - she's mine." said Harry entering the house smothering his amusement at Gilbert's face. He looked so confused yet awed to see an owl so closely. If Gilbert's face was amusing it wasn't anything on Valerius. Hedwig hooted and flew onto the chair Harry used. Her amber eyes were regarding the food hungrily; she turned to Harry and hooted.
Harry sat down smugly, feeling extremely pleased with himself. Handing Hedwig a piece of food, she liked human food better than her own. Mostly because Harry had only been able to give her human food while he was at the Dursley's. Although she probably loved her mice, or rats more. Then again maybe it was the thrill of the hunt; owls lived and breathed for the hunt.
Poor Valerius just looked up his nose at Hedwig not sure whether he wanted to make a comment or not! In the end he kept his mouth shut and ate his dinner, sometimes staring at the owl as if she was vermin and smelled rotten.
"Do you not like owls?" asked Harry his lips twitching in amusement. "Didn't you guys have pets back in the day?"
"Yes, we did they were called dogs," said Valerius dryly. The Romans and Greeks were known for their love of animals dogs mostly. Although he'd never had one, his father would never have let such a 'thing' into his home. Especially nothing that his children would heaven forbid love.
"Argus, he was the only dog named in Odyssey," said Harry nodding his head.
"You've read it?" asked Valerius his surprise showing.
"Yes," said Harry, in primary school, the library had been the only safe place for him. That's if Dudley didn't find him and get them all banned from the library. Not that it had bothered Dudley of course. He couldn't take the book home; otherwise Vernon would have just ripped it apart and punished him.
"I see," said Valerius impressed. "Which version?"
"How many versions is there?" asked Harry wryly.
"Many, the original were written in Latin." said Valerius; he then spoke the title in Latin to prove his point.
"Very nice," replied Harry in Latin.
Valerius' eyes widened, he loved talking in Latin or ancient Rome, it's why he'd requested a Squire who could speak Latin, and Italian. Of course he would prefer Gilbert but they wouldn't let him.
Although that could change very soon.
"Where did you learn?" he asked, excited at the prospect of speaking to someone in Latin. He just didn't understand how Harry could know the language; he was by far too young. He couldn't have had the chance to attend university or college, no matter where he came from. He was English, what possible reason was there to learn Latin?
"I learned at school, my magic…used to be directed by Latin words," Harry said, realizing he wasn't explaining properly. There was no other way he could explain it unfortunately.
Valerius just stared blankly; he hadn't heard Harry saying anything to direct his magic.
"For example," said Harry changing back to English, "The Cruciatus Curse, since you know you're Latin I'm guessing you know what the spell does?"
"Pain," said Valerius, nodding.
"My magic needed words to work, back then anyway, I'd use the word 'Crucio' and whoever was in the way would…well wish they hadn't been." said Harry wryly. "Or the green spell you saw me use, needed 'Avada Kedavra' to work, which would kill anyone in its path."
"Why don't you need it anymore?" asked Valerius fascinated.
"I, er, well…I'm powerful more so than anyone else." murmured Harry. Eating his dinner, giving bits to Hedwig when he could.
"Anybody else?" echoed Valerius how many people were there that had magic like him? He had been stupid enough to think he had been the only one.
Harry closed his eyes and cursed inwardly at his slip up, "Yes, there are quite a few of us." he finally admitted opening his black eyes again.
"I am sorry," said Valerius under the impression he missed his fellow magic users.
"Why?" enquired Harry cocking his head to the side as he pushed his empty plate away.
"Do you not miss them?" asked Valerius confused, he was still young, and people he knew were probably still alive.
"There is only one person I miss with all my heart," said Harry quietly, his mind drifting to him.
-0 Flash Back To Ten Years Ago 0-
Harry looked around at the devastation, his face devoid of any emotion, just yesterday he would have been disgusted by the blood dripping everywhere. Unfortunately everything was different, he was different now. Dropping the knife, he used his magic to clean himself before he Apparated away.
He reappeared in front of Andromeda Tonks; she took one look at him and fainted dead away on the floor. Thankfully she didn't have his godson in her hands, he bent down and shook her out of her shock, he didn't have long. Technically speaking he shouldn't be doing this either, but screw the rules - why should he be playing by them now?
"Harry?" whispered Andy completely overwhelmed as she came around.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"But-you-I mean…are dead." she said her face still pale and she seemed deeply shaken to see Harry there but nevertheless her relief nearly overwhelmed her.
"Yes I am," agreed Harry sadly, "Where's Teddy?"
"He's in his room…what do you mean your dead?" she shrieked finally registering what Harry had said, touching him lightly as though she expected to go right through him. No, he was still alive, he was warm, and his heart was beating.
Harry walked towards Teddy's room, his heart breaking at the thought of never seeing him again. He closed his eyes, savouring the feel of the child in his arms. He would miss him so much, kissing him on the forehead barely able to stop the tears from falling. Why had this been done to him? He hadn't deserved it! He had died for them all yet that was the reward he got?
"Harry?" asked Andy quietly, what was going on? The look on Harry's face was scaring her.
"Take care of him wont you?" Harry said his voice trembling.
"You know I will," said Andy tears falling down her face. She had a feeling this would be the last time she saw or heard from Harry.
"This vault, I've just put in Teddy's name, it will see him living very, very comfortably." said Harry handing over the key, he'd never want for anything. He wouldn't end up like his father having to scrap by to make ends meet.
"You don't need to do that," said Andy, as she accepted the key, the only income she had was her daughter's death benefits since she died in the line of duty. She would have made do though, she always had.
"It's half the Black vaults, it belongs to you by right anyway," said Harry still holding the precious soul close. He would grow up not knowing any of the darkness that had plagued three generations. For that reason alone he'd go through it all again…even the betrayal. A tear betrayed him as it rolled down his face.
"Harry…what's going on?" she whispered.
"I have to leave, I'm no longer a wizard…as you know I died…I'm taking a chance by being here. Let him know I love him…and would have stayed if I could." choked Harry, as he lay the small boy back in his cot. Carding his hand through his beautiful soft hair, how he wished he could stay.
"I will," said Andy tears streaming down her face, if Harry was dead how was he here? Yet Harry had always been an exception to the rules, so why would he start now?
"Take care Andy," said Harry before he Apparated away leaving a devastated witch behind.
-0 End Of Flash Back 0-
Teddy was nearing his time to go to Hogwarts; soon he would be learning how to harness his powers and creating havoc with the school with his Metamorphmagus abilities. Merlin there wasn't a day that went by he didn't think of him. He'd often thought about giving him his invisibility cloak, yet he couldn't, it was the only thing he had of his fathers.
Valerius remained quiet seeing the look of devastation across Harry's face. He couldn't bring himself to ask, he rather doubted Harry would be able to say anything anyway.
"Goodnight Valerius," said Harry quietly as he got up, his thoughts plaguing him, he put his arm out for Hedwig to get on. He went to his room, wondering if this would be his last night here. No doubt Ash would have the keys for his house for him tomorrow sometime. He created a perch for Hedwig, which would be much more comfortable than her cage.
He put his computer on, and stayed on the Dark-Hunter website for a few hours. Zarek was once against absent; he was really beginning to worry about him. What if something had happened? Nobody would ever know he was banished after all. He looked up on Alaska, and found the time difference for New Orleans and Alaska. He found that Alaska was only a few hours behind them. Four hours to be exact.
Remembering the letter when he turned and placed his computer on the nightstand, he opened the drawer and opened it. His mouth made a very fine line, as his magic went haywire, his nostrils flared in fury.
We are writing to inform you that as of today Gilbert Brown is of now officially your squire… yours faithfully Vincent Carvalleti
The Squire council had better watch out - they had a rouge Dark-Hunter to deal with…very soon.
Vincent Carvalleti was a Dorean Squire, blood rites something he had passed down to his son Otto Carvalleti. Not that his son would be happy with him, since he had just been assigned to Valerius Magnus.
Oooohooo! whatcha think of this one then :P poor Harry the story really is much better isnt it? :) im sooo glad i edited it! it certainly helped my muses! wouldnt you agree? :D hehe not just for this one either but for my other story out of the darkness! as you know harry will never get to see teddy and if he did it would only be from a distance...now you know at least Andy didnt betray him...any guesses to who did? ;) hehe and what he did to them all! mawwhaa i love writing a harry thats not completly pure and well...GRYFFINDOR revenge is a pure slytherin move! lol so will harry apparate to Alaska and give Zarek a gemstone that would stop his generator from freezing? anything else you can think of that harry can give him? i really want them good friends before he comes! like something that would preserve his food? how would you like to see dobby in this story?(i know he died in the book but i can make it where he didnt it is my story after all ;) lol) or even winky? it certainly would be a weird change and challenge! lol R&R PLEASE!
