A.N. So I'll make this short! Lol or try to anyway…well this chapter got away from me again and for a while there I got a little suck! Lol I'm not sure I've done my best on this one guys so please don't be angry if its not the best! Anyways thanks so much for your reviews! I've topped 400 and almost cried! Love you guys! As always I OWN NOTHING!! ; Please review and try to overlook the errors I don't have a beta for this story! Its hard trying to correct your own work! Lol I hope I've done better! see you!
Chapter 11: When Worlds Collide…
The music was giving him a headache, a pounding techno pop that Harry was quickly growing to hate and the air was clogged with many different noxious smells that made it hard to breath properly. Cigarette smoke, sweat, alcohol, and buzzing sexual energy…yes, definitely, the perfect choice for their little adventure. He could already tell from the looks on their faces they hated it but were biting their tongues wishing to please him. That was all right he would get them complain long and hard later in the privacy of their hotel room, for now he would expose them to the enemy.
Harry moved through the crowd with the ease of years of practice keeping from contact with the surrounding crush of people…his elites were not so skilled however and were bumping into almost everyone they passed. He made it to a back booth that was shadowed and near the rear exist, ideal for a strategic retreat should the need arise. One cold look from him had the muggles loitering their scurrying away like the roaches they were, finding their nightmares in his pitiless eyes. A discreet push of magic scrubbed the booth clean until it almost shone like new and Harry sat down fluidly while putting up privacy wards without much thought.
They were all looking at him expectedly now, like their purpose in this new world would be suddenly revealed if they waited long enough and he was not amused. They were here for many reasons, some he had already stated, others were more for his benefit than theirs and it was not their place to seek those from him. He placed a firm hold on his mask of serenity, having found that during the summer months, it was harder for him to hold than during the school year and gave him his patient leader look that put them at ease while hiding his annoyance.
His elite had long since gotten used to his expressionless serene mask and had taken to using the look in his eyes to judge his moods, something he wasn't above using to his advantage. They were his followers first and foremost, valuable knights on his chessboard and not insignificant pawns like some of his marked so he gave them some illusion of intimacy with him. Only Leon was not fooled by his eyes, he knew better than to judge him by his face and was somewhat tense in his seat. This only made Harry smirk in satisfaction inside, secure in his choice of right hand and then focused on addressing his trusting followers.
They were awaiting orders, some with more sensitive senses were looking distinctly uncomfortable (Logan the most) and so Harry decided he would give them one. "Go find a muggle, target them, learn everything about them and then return here with your choices in an hour. Do not return before then, dismissed, Logan stay with me." They all got up to do as he ordered, though they looked distinctly unenthusiastic about the whole thing and within moments they had disappeared into the crowd. Logan looked downright miserable in the club, his expressive violet eyes were dark and Harry could almost sense the small whimper in the back of his throat.
"Logan," he looked up from the table across from him startled, "Come here" he patted the empty space beside him and Logan scooted over to it. Without a word Harry raised a gentle hand to the back of Logan's neck to stroke the mark there and almost instantly the rooms noxious toll dimmed for him. Logan didn't raise his head though and let Harry continue to stroke his exposed throat, even going so far as to lay his head on the table for easier access. Harry almost lost his control over the mask then, as it was all too tempting to smile about Logan's submissive behavior.
It was ironic in a way that he had managed to capture at least four very strong players with little to no effort on his part and terribly amusing. Logan was the son of the pureblood pack's current Alpha and had been raised from conception to replace his father when the time came. The pureblood werewolves were very different from their mutt counterpart in many extreme ways, some even Harry himself wasn't privileged enough to know (yet) and it had been fascinating over the years to study their culture.
For one a pureblood werewolf was just that, pureblooded, they only married and reproduced with other werewolves something similar to the pureblood wizards. There is where the similarity between the wizards and werewolves ended though because the pack was much more primal and savage than their wizard counterparts. Logan was descended from a long line of proud pureblooded werewolves and his linage could be traced back almost two thousand years, a mighty feat for anyone. His family lines were bred leaders, trained by leaders and destined for leadership from the moment of conception. Logan had been raised since he was a pup to be an Alpha, the leader, a boss, even now at such a young age he had a certain degree of control over the younger generation in his pack.
That was why seeing him so submissive was quite amusing to Harry but it wasn't surprising in the least not really…not for him who had been Logan's confidant as much as he's been the confidant of all his elites. Logan was a good leader for the werewolves, strong, confident, proud, intelligent, but there were times when Logan doubted himself. Sometimes he doubted his ability to lead and control something as wild… as primal as the werewolf pack. THAT'S when Logan sought him out, seeking guidance or sometimes just an ear; Logan leaned on Harry to lead when he was afraid to…in this why Harry had tamed Logan's beast.
Even in his werewolf form Logan saw him as his superior and treated him as such, it was very amusing but Harry was careful not to let anyone outside of his circle see that. To let the pack see his position as Logan's Alpha and not the Beta they believed him to be could spell disaster for Logan for his rights as heir would be challenged. The same could be said about Simon, Alex, Leon and to a certain extent Gabriel as well. Simon was of royal descent and while he wasn't heir to the Elvin throne he was close enough that his words would throw some weight around. Simon was loyal to him though and as a human it would not be okay for him to show his obedience to someone they considered 'lower' than them as a race.
Elves were a proud people, proud and stubborn if they thought that Simon had submitted his will to a human, any human, than his influence among that court was lost. The same could be said of Alex, he was the son of a Master, though not the first-born and as such not of ruling position unless someone was to die…he did have a close enough relationship with his Father to be a powerful ally. Alex, Simon, and Logan all had been raised to be the dominant players in their respective circles; however they all bent to HIS will. That was power right there, just those three and he could be a force to be reckoned with, should he choose to use those ties.
But that wasn't all; he also had Leon, a fire elemental and one of the candidates that would eventually rule the Fire Tribe. The Fire tribe was very interesting to say the least; of the four main elemental tribes it was the most warlike in its practices and principles. While Leon never really 'submitted' to him as the others had because of his upbringing he did acknowledge him as the better leader. Leon was more a partner than anything else really because he did not act as the loyal follower but as a loyal friend…perhaps his only one excluding Tom and other non-humans (like Tink and Morgan who is a portrait technically not human).
Leon's tribe were very well off, but they had remained true to the old ways as such as a member of the current ruling family he had been trained from the day he could walk the 'way of the warrior'. However, Leon had been trained more as a fighter than a leader as that role had always been his brother's place and which was why Harry still beat him in their mock wars. Gabriel was not of the same status as Leon in his Water tribe, he was of a lower family despite his family's wealth.
Like how the Fire Tribe had remained warlike even over the centuries, as the constant wars had started to fade the Water tribe had also keep it's traditions. They were a peaceful group but they had a strict code of lordship, the ruling matriarch remained the ruling matriarch unless death caused otherwise. So the current leader of the Tribe was not as rich as Gabriel's family but still held the commanding chair. Even without that ruling seat however, Gabriel had enough money to influence his tribe well enough. That and his friendly attitude had gained him a friend with the current Prince to the throne, Edmund, so he had the royalty's ear even without his wealth to back him up.
Certainly a feat, Harry still stroked Logan's mark lost in his thoughts of how each carefully cultivated relationship with his elites had gained him more than just a strong player. The twins were one of many but were from a wealthy respected family that had a very deep spy network. The Twins' mother was a Siren and a well-informed gossip; she loved to know everything important about anything important, no matter where it was in the world. It was something their mother had picked up from the family line and had put her powers of persuasion to good use making an extensive network of informants.
It was that which had helped elevate them to such a high status actually, as their mother had used that information to navigate the stock market earning them quite a pretty penny. There wasn't anything that they couldn't find out or obtain if you were willing to pay the right price of course. Very useful in their own way and one hell of a resource should he ever need it. Ophelia mother was a Furie, a very well connected one at that and one that had her claws in the Romanian government. Really she was a very useful tool not just for her skills with the wand.
Cleo was from a well-connected family, most of her influence laid in the pureblood wizard circle as her family hid their creature backgrounds very skillfully. It was through her Harry had gotten in contact with Voldemort and in that of itself was an impressive feat for one so young. Connections were everything in this world or any other for that matter, it was all about whom you knew. It was another form of power. As he mused on the finer points of power, his elite slowly made their way back to him each towing along a dazed muggle freshly put under the Imperio Curse. This time he didn't hold it back and he smiled wickedly at them, something that had frozen each of them in their steps with a fear gripping their hearts.
--x--
Madeline arrived home tired and sore all over. She groaned as she somewhat limped into the front door and immediately noticed the note floating above the kitchen counter. It was from Harry with the usual, gone off here, be back soon, see you mom and signed with his elegant scrip at the end. But there was something about it that brought happy tears to her eyes, and made her smile a mega-watt smile that somewhat hurt her face.
Ever since she had worked up the courage to give him that hug that night Harry had refused to call her anything but MOM even in private. The first time he had done it she had cried, it was something that she could never replace, that moment and she was fairly certain she would use it for her patronus charm if the need ever arose. She had graduated to mom now, Madeline Winter, a mother, it made her grin silly as she stumbled along to her bathroom.
The Master Bedroom was hers and had an adjoining bathroom that was exquisitely done if she did say so herself…she had practically made it after all. The tub was big enough to fix two people comfortably but wasn't the swimming pool monstrosities she'd see in some wizarding dwellings. Madeline ran piping hot water and went to her counter for her various bathing potions she'd created especially for herself.
It might have been somewhat vain but Madeline had invented various potions to help with the residual side effects mainly associated with Potion Masters. Namely the pallor skin, stains, greasy hair and generally poor appearances brought on by over exposure to potion fumes. Really it wasn't HER fault that the treatment did wonders for her skin, body and hair…really…okay it was a very good accident.
Besides appearances had some power, Tristen, and Kade to an extent, had shown her that so using her natural assets preserved by potions was more of a power play than anything else. Still, some part of her liked feeling pretty after spending years of being told otherwise and being treated below dirt. Madeline stripped quickly and a sigh escaped her lips when she slipped into the tub immersed to the neck in nice hot water with messaging jets. She didn't put much stock into make-up, didn't put very much effort into being beautiful and she wasn't very vain like most women. However, she did love a good nice soak in her personal spa after a long day…hey she was a human and a woman after all!
Slowly she felt her muscles become goo and let her mind wander off to wherever it wanted to at the moment. It seemed her relaxation wasn't to last as she soon found herself contemplating the upcoming year and more accurately, whom, she would be encountering in the upcoming year. Madeline had already resolved to hate Lily Potter on principle alone, she downright despised James and anyone associated with them after she had put her ear to the ground so to speak.
Being a Potions Master had its benefits after all, you just had to know how to use it and Madeline knew how to use it…very well. She had learned quite a few very disturbing things about the Potters and James' gang, the Marauders; antics weren't helping them gain any favors from her that's for sure. The people she had met had gone on about their cruel pranks and how annoying Lily had been…how self-righteous she had been too.
They were perhaps the most prejudice family she had ever had the displeasure of hearing about and the worst part was that they hid behind an all-light façade. Really, it was very sickening and Madeline wasn't very enthusiastic about meeting up with them this coming term. She could already tell that they were going to all sorts of problems when they discovered her son was their abandoned one…and she was under no illusions thinking that they wouldn't discover it. All she could hope for would be that she was strong enough to stand up for Harry the way he needed her to. She sighed and dunked her head under the water forcibly pushing it from her mind…Harry was HER SON now nothing would change that.
--x--
Getting back to the hotel was easier than leaving it because Harry allowed them to portkey directly into the suite along with the dazed muggles accompanying them. However, even though his face didn't show it inside Harry was seething and wasn't at all pleased on what he saw on some of their faces. Ophelia was the one he was most concerned about because she was the one taking the most care with hers…almost like she cared what happened to the filthy woman.
He did not like where that thought was leading, not at all, he had wanted them to learn about muggles from the source so that when they moved against them they would know what to expect. But it didn't look it was working in his favor it looked as if they had actually sympathized with the lowly creatures now…like they actually cared what happened to them. The worst thing that could have happened was the elite thinking the muggles were actually HUMAN…they weren't they were hateful, horrible monsters that haunted his every nightmare.
Suddenly angry he grabbed Ophelia's muggle faintly hearing her cry of protest before throwing the thing to the ground with satisfaction. The muggle woman was slowly coming out of her dazed state, eyes becoming clearer and fearful. Ophelia tried to go to her then but Harry had lost all composure as the craving in him took over his senses. He wanted blood, hot, sticky, crimson blood; he wanted to wring it from this muggle and paint the sky red with it.
Unaware, Harry didn't know that his elite were slowly backing away from him in fear, still keeping a firm hold on their muggles and trying to understand what had happened to their kind leader. They had never seen Harry's eyes that way before, dull, haunted…so dead looking and it put a godly amount of fear in their hearts. His face was no longer serene but jaded like a stone statue…totally dead of all expression. Something Madeline would have recognized and would have warned them bout had she been there.
His power whipped about him and he brought it down so forcefully on the muggle that she couldn't even scream, at first, the pain was so intense. When she did start to scream it echoed in all their ears, her sobs pulled at them but they dared not approach their detached master for fear of him. They watched in horror as she thrashed around on the floor, screaming, crying, and beginning to bleed from her eyes with mocking tears of blood.
Through all this Harry remained unaffected, like he was just watching a bug die not torturing a woman to death right in front of them like it was nothing in the world. Most of the boys were somewhat torn between their loyalty to their leader and what they were seeing with their own eyes. Flora and Fauna were curiously the ones coping the best with this scene as their love and adoration for their Prince overruled whatever he may do.
Cleo was shaken, the woman's screams for help were getting to her and watching her be put through what Harry was doing to her was making her physically sick. Ophelia was the worst off as she had felt a connection to this woman she had brought to her prince, to this torture, this woman she knew so much about. Harry looked as cold as ever, colder even, and his expression reminded them eerily of a corpse as he tortured the woman on the floor.
However, they didn't know Harry was reviling in her screams for mercy, in her pain, because it silenced his own even if it was only for a moment. He was just putting her through the same pain they had given him, it was only fair that he give it back wasn't it? Only fair that they suffered as he had suffered, that they fear as he feared and they scream for him because he could not. She was a good screamer, it was like she was channeling all the screams he had ever wanted to make…maybe she was, but he wanted her to more scream for him.
She screamed louder as he brought more of his magic into hurting her. It wasn't the Cruico, no Harry had found that curse was lacking in providing enough pain to satisfy him. So instead he had created his own form of torture magic a while ago and he relished using it to it's fullest. The magic was tearing apart her body from the inside, organs, blood vessels, muscles and all the while repairing them just as painfully, so it would last. It was a truly beautiful thing, only made possible by his extensive knowledge of the human body and how things worked.
The woman was not screaming now, just begging to die, pleading with him to end the pain but Harry was not done with her, far from it in fact. Finally Ophelia could take it no more, "PLEASE! Just kill her already! Show Mercy my Prince MERCY!" Ophelia fell to her knees begging him to stop, begging him to just end it for the crumpled woman on the floor. Harry turned cold eyes on her than and it was as if her very heart had frozen in her chest from apprehension. "Mercy…"his tone was soft, dangerously so and his eyes showed a glint in them that made the deadened orbs seem all the more horrible.
A slow, mocking, twisted grin stretched across his face, a more barring of teeth than a smile making him seem all the more horrible and frightening. "MERCY!" Harry would have laughed then if he hadn't despised it so and twirled around to dance with light feet around the bloody mass that used to be a woman…she whimpered fearfully as he got close. "She would have me show you mercy," Harry said in cool mocking tones, "So I shall show you mercy…" he said it forcefully and it was like a blow to them all.
Violently he grabbed her arm jerking the bloody mass of her up and she screamed in pain once more from the harsh movement. Harry paid her no mind though as he dragged her along the floor to the window that was in the sitting parlor pushing it open brutally making the glass bang as it opened. He pulled the woman to him gripping her arm and grabbing her waist all the while putting heavy layers of muggle repelling charms on her.
The elite stood frozen unable to make themselves move, Ophelia remained as she had been on her knees trepidation gripping her as she watched him, wondering what he was going to do. Harry gripped the woman and began to jerk her about in a horrible parody of a dance in front of the gapping open window. "I'll show you mercy," he said in quiet tones, so quiet they had almost not heard him and just like that, he flung the screaming flailing woman out the window. They heard her screams as she fell and Ophelia had rushed to the window just in time to see her smash into the pavement of the alley below them. The charms going to work keeping the bloody mass from normal muggle eyes but that only made it that much more appalling.
She fell to her knee and slowly lowered to the floor under the windowsill, mouth agape and still not quite comprehending what just happened. In shock she turned confused eyes on Harry, working her mouth like a fish as she tried futilely to form words, finally she managed to stutter out a "W-why?" Harry for his part just looked at her in indifference and a relaxed ease that made them all shiver. How could he be so calm after torturing and killing someone?
Harry turned on his heel gliding away from the window to come to a stop in the pool of blood that the woman had left behind and set stone cold eyes on his elites. He made eye contact with each one of them, as if he was searching for something in their eyes that they were not aware of and all the while not saying a word. The silence was like a heavy shroud hanging over them and the tension was so thick they could hardly breathe. "Why…"he said in even tones, barely above a whisper but it echoed throughout the room like a shout.
He turned hazy eyes on them and then threw off his jacket roughly, "I'll show you why." He said as he started to unbutton his shirt and a few in the room tensed knowing some of what he was going to expose (only Simon knowing the true extent of what lay on his back). He was facing them when his shirt came off leaving his chest bare to expose a flat toned stomach with odd silver scars dancing across his skin every so often and a patch of emerald where Tink laid cocooned. It wasn't so horrible his front, you could see a few scars, some running down from his shoulders and others from his sides.
However, as he turned to expose his back to them there was an audible collective gasp that ran through the room and set a fire in their eyes. "This is what happens when THEY discover we are different!" The muggles had long since been put under a sleeping spell and set to a corner of the room so he spat in that direction with his turned head. The thick roped scar exclaiming the word F.R.E.A.K. seemed to blaze from his back at his words, and suddenly they understood just a little bit better.
His elite began to comprehend what it meant to have those scars crisscrossing their Princes back and a slow boiling hatred started in their stomachs. "To them there is no unique, to them we are nothing and we deserve this…deserve to hurt for what we ARE! I was a child when they did this to me…I couldn't fight back and they did this to me with smiles on their faces and laughter on their lips…I wasn't anything but a freak…" His voice started out strong but gradually got softer as he went along and finally he could take their stares no more so he grabbed his jacket off the blood-laden floor to return to his room trailing blood behind him as he went.
After he had gone no one spoke for a long time, each trying hard to grasp the situation and while some (mostly the girls) understood the emotional side to it…others (mostly boys) let their rage take hold. With revenge on their minds suddenly the prospect of hurting the muggles wasn't so terrible any longer and soon more screams filled the soundproofed room. As they took out their anger on the faceless masses of muggles, each of them pictured the ones who had hurt Harry as the one under their wands.
Harry swept into his room clutching his jacket that dragged along on the floor making thumping and scraping noises as the zipper scratched the hardwood floor. His upper body was still exposed leaving him in just a pair of fitted jeans and his heavy combat boots that clunked as he walked, now that he wasn't putting an effort into keeping them silent. The weight of what he had done was pressing down on him and his shoulders sagged as if the burden were literal instead of metaphorical.
He had let his emotion get the best of him tonight, let his hatred run him yet again, and he had let something as personal as his scars be uncovered due to his getting carried away in the moment. Harry just couldn't understand why they could feel sympathy for the monsters he was hurting and he had went against his better judgment tonight. The night was taking its toll on him but Harry refused to give into his exhaustion just yet. He let the jacket slip from his grasp by the bed and continued onward towards the balcony doors, which opened on their own as he approached (his magic helping it along of course).
It was a cool night with a clear sky but he could see no stars, the muggles produced too much pollution in the air and it shielded the sky from his view. Harry was angry, with himself and with this night as nothing seemed to have gone the way he had envisioned it. He reached the ledge and gripped the iron handle of the railing until his knuckles turned white from it…everything just seemed to be crushing him tonight. He couldn't breathe with all the horrible memories crowding around in his mind and all the emotional turmoil that came with it was stifling.
Finally when he could take no more Harry jumped up on the railing balancing precariously on the edge and summoned his violin from his hand. He began to play, furious notes filled the sky, everything that was killing him on the inside was released out into the world and storm clouds began to gather as he played. He played harder, and harder trying to get out through music what he could not say aloud. There was a thunderclap, loud, booming and it echoed throughout the city as if it was some ominous warning of things to come.
More thunder, then a CRASH of lighting flashed through the sky in an angry way before the heavens opened up and a weighty rain started to fall. Harry paid this no mind, focused solely on playing and boots firmly on the railing a precarious holding that kept him just barely from death's grasp. He started to shiver as his jeans soaked through and the rain ran rivulets down his bare chest, the cold began to seep in. Still Harry concentrated on the music he was making, long angry notes, to short perk rebellious ones and the thunder joined in to make a symphony.
His heart was beating furiously, adrenaline from the thought of being perched on a thin railing hundreds of feet from the ground, made him faster and with more passion than before. He played one, for hours it seemed but in reality maybe only fifteen minutes before he felt something…a very familiar darkness had slunk onto his balcony. Still, he ignored it and continued to play, even as the darkness cast wards on his room to keep the others out he still played with a fury in himself. It was like there was a fire inside of him burning him up and eating away at his very being, his only salvation coming from the melody of his violin.
It took another ten minutes for the last cords of the song to play out and still he was left feeling wanting…like he was missing something. If anyone asked him to replay the sequence he would have to decline as he barely remembered it himself and it was just the pure emotion he'd put into the song that had given it life. The rain continued to beat down on him as he felt his violin return to his hand and still he stood on the edge…a living metaphor for how easy life could end. It was beautiful in its own dreary way and none of this really penetrated into Harry mind as he stood as if in a daze.
There was something missing now, something that he had thought he had just a minute ago it seemed and slowly the knowledge of what was missing crept up on him like a corpse from the grave. His elite understood now why he hated muggles so but they would fear him now…because they had seen the monster under his skin and had turned away. They were his allies, not his friends, and now even that small part of him that had considered the possibility was gone. Crushed by their rejection of all of him and he knew now his only constant 'real' person was Madeline…his mom. Now more than ever he was grateful for finding such a wondrous person even if she was insane for loving him, even if it was only as a son she was insane for loving a beast.
Thinking of beasts he turned ever so slightly to glance behind him to see the darkness awaiting for him on the balcony, Alucard, he always seemed to show at the most inconceivable times. Belatedly Harry thought of what he must see looking at him with his back bared for the world to see, how ugly he must be to Alucard. On silent footsteps Alucard approached and ever so slowly his hands snaked around his back to clasp his front. His face was right about where the small of Harry's back was and even in the rain the coolness on his breath gave rise to goosebumps along his arms.
"You called little one and so I have come, what is it that troubles you so?" He asked in silky tones while caressing the flat planes of his stomach. "I have no inclination as to what you mean." Harry replied in even blandness but still there was a wispiness to it that gave him away. There was a dark chuckle that made heat rise to his face when Harry heard it knowing he had been discovered in his ill-conceived lie. Truthfully, Harry had no idea what he had been thinking when he reached out through their bond while he had been playing. Maybe he just didn't want to be as alone as he had thought he did…maybe it was because having Alucard touch him made him feel alive. It didn't matter though; reasons aside Alucard had responded to his call and was currently pulling him down from the edge.
As Alucard took him down he turned him so Harry ended up facing him while being held up pulled flush against Alucard's chest, who gave him his patented wicked smile. It made Harry's heart speed up in a confusing way and his face tint a soft pink in embarrassment. Alucard didn't wait for him to adjust to the situation and before he could register what was happening Alucard's lips were on his giving him a passionate fierce kiss. Harry was too stunned to protest and while he still had his advantage Alucard snaked his tongue in to explore his mouth.
The kiss was very different from the one Leon had given him and despite everything Harry found himself responding to the harsh domination in the kiss. He started to imitate Alucard and soon the kiss got more heated. In a daze Harry dimly was aware when Alucard stepped back into his room, as he was no longer being pelted by the rain, still he was too lost in the sensation of wanting to care. There tongues began the duel for dominance but Harry conceded quickly bemused by the effort Alucard was putting into it. This way of touching someone was so different from the ways he was used to and Harry was finding himself becoming addicted to the feel of it.
He felt wanted, craved, needed and safe in a way that he had never experienced before, it was like he finally found something to smother that loneliness inside of him. He was distracted so much by it that he didn't really care when Alucard slipped his coat, hat, and sunglasses off. Nor did it really penetrate his clouded mind when Alucard laid him down on his bed to cover his body with his own. He had been so cold before, now all he felt was heat and it was amazing…so amazing he did not want to stop. This was giving him comfort in a way that Madeline's hugs sometimes did, and he did not feel that terrible loneliness as much as he had before when he was in that room with his terrified elites. Eventually Harry needed to pull back for air but Alucard didn't let up his attentions and immediately began placing kisses down his jaw line.
Paying special attention to his neck Alucard was quickly robbing Harry of all ability to think and when his canines elongated to sink ever so slowly into his flesh all thought abandoned him. It was pure sensation, pure FEELING, because he wasn't allowed much else as Alucard gently began to suck at his pulse point. The blood coated his tongue like nectar and went down like honey…divine in taste. Harry moaned loudly beneath him, arching up as he keened softly and the breath was stolen from his very lips.
Alucard continued to suckle at his neck for long before he returned to plunger Harry's inviting mouth and devour his swollen pouting lips with uncontained glee. Harry was responsive, for once in his life not thinking past this moment, and he was allowing himself to be trapped in the ecstasy of oblivion. Alucard had long since taken control of the situation and was reveling in the supremacy of dominating one so very powerful as Harry. It was truly the most exciting thing he had done in a thousand years, and his hands began to wander seeking to claim his prize running along smooth skin.
However just as Harry lost himself to the pull of reckless abandon a searing unforgiving pain shot through his invisible lightening blot scar that made him writhe and pull back from pain. Harry thrust Alucard away from him as more pain laced through him and made him bite his tongue for a distraction. He tasted blood as his teeth cut through his own flesh and still he did not care as more pain pooled horribly behind his eyes. With gritted teeth he waited for it to pass before sitting up shakingly in his bed and painfully standing while heading on unsteady feet to the adjoining bathroom. Alucard made as if to follow but Harry was too angry about the whole day to suffer him, so with a little forceful push from his threatening Magic, he reluctantly let the darkness take him away once more.
He dried himself off, threw up in the toilet, changed, dried the bed, picked up the diary and then past out with little more thought about the day knowing that tomorrow would not be much better. Unconsciously his magic kept up the wards in his room even though Alucard had long since vanished, he did not want to deal with them anytime soon and sleep would not come easily otherwise. It would be a long night, filled with painful memories from the past and a daunting unreliable future. However, for the moment none of this touched Harry as he slipped off into blissful darkness clutching an old worn book to his naked chest as if clinging to it was his only lifeline.
--x--
Ragnook wrung his hands nervously while standing outside the glided doors that would either lead to his promotion or his destruction. This was not something he really wanted to have to do, after all who would willing WANT to face the fiercest Witch ever born, more cunning than a goblin, more conniving than a snake and more tricky than a Sphinx. Morgan was really the one thing in the world that frightened the goblins more than death… because really death was merciful she was not. Gulping the small creature gathered up the tatters of his courage and entered the chamber with more than a little trepidation.
Her portrait was there in all it glory hanging above the desk and looking for all the world like an imperial queen not some enchanted piece of art. Like with all things magic appearances were deceiving and seeing her face made a cold sweat break out on his body as he approached bowed low. "Speak Ragnook! Have the preparations finally been taken care of or do you need to see the Handlers again?" her tone left no room for anything but good news, he was really glad he had some to give.
"I've taken care of everything Mistress, all you have asked for has been acquired and all that is left is for your ward to enter the Chamber. All is ready for his time of ascension…" He kept his back bent in a low bow one never knew what would please her and what would insure a long stay with the Handlers. A shiver went down his spine, for all the gold in the world he did not want to return to them any time soon and preferably never again.
Glancing up from his place facing down he saw the satisfied smirk on her face and slowly some of his anxiety left him though some still remained bubbling in his gut stirring dread. "You have done well Ragnook, well indeed, I have find that I am pleased with you. Seek out Swiftrod and tell him you are to be promoted to overseer. If he objects…"a cruel smile flitted across her face "…send him here and I shall see him spend a month with the handlers for his insolence." Ragnook nodded hurriedly and left as fast as possible wanting to be free of her presence.
He did not envy Swiftrod at the moment, he was in for a lot of pain, nightmares and begging before the day was out if he knew him well enough. Still even though he was pale and shaking there was a fierce smile on his face that was often coined by Goblins…he was heading up in the world. Really, the only downside he could find in his life was the increased time he had to spend with his Mistress…still one couldn't have everything.
--x--
Jumping at shadows; that's what this town was doing, jumping at shadows. So afraid of what they couldn't see they disregarded what was before their very eyes and that was what Harry was very much counting on. After that incident in the hotel room his elite had packed up and they had continued their trek through the muggle world. The day after had been awkward and silent, but Harry had acted as he always had treating them no differently. As a result his elite believed they had gotten closer to him, become more of a staple in his life when in reality the truth was by far the opposite.
While they felt closer to him, Harry felt more distanced form them and though it did not show outwardly Harry couldn't have felt more alone. Leon could have guessed had Harry shown any indication of this but he hadn't so even his right hand was left in the dark. They had been traveling for about two weeks now and they were drawing nearer the time of their return to their world. Harry just had one more stop and then his introduction into this backwards world would be complete.
This Town was their last stop; the name wasn't that important so Harry had never bothered to learn it. It was a quiet little place, miles from anywhere significant and it had a culture all its own. As with most small towns, everyone knew everyone and the local religion was interlaced very well with this town's everyday. That religion was Christianity in this one and on a Sunday everyone was in Church paying his or her respects to God.
Which is why no one noticed when a band of teens appeared out of nowhere in the middle of Town as no one was around to see it happen. Harry had saved this place for last for various reasons, one being his unnatural obsession with John Milton's Paradise Lost and in effect an equal curiosity in the bible. This Town would solidify many of the points Harry had been trying to put across to his elite and it they didn't hate muggles by the end of this day they never would.
He had come across this town during his previous travels and had been appalled by their absolute devotion to their faith; a devout Christian was a disgusting thing. When he had visited here last he had gone in disillusioned so as not to draw attention to himself as a stranger and he had spent the better part of a day observing them. The sermon the Pastor of the Church had given that day was ripe with the Hell's fury passion and God's forgiveness. It had been enough to make him sick, really, and it hadn't taken much to push them into the archaic ways of thinking about the Bible…especially the old views on 'witches'.
A few minutes later the invisible group of teenagers were entering the open doors of the Church and taking seats in the back row away from the muggles. The Pastor had just finished his opening announcements and was on his way to a riveting speech about the 'evils' of giving into any sorts of 'temptations'. A few lines suck out to Harry, like 'Merciful God' and 'Damnation'. He was very amused by this as to him; there was no such thing as a merciful god…a vengeful god, a hateful god, a terrible god perhaps but not a merciful one. Everything he had read painted God more as a kind of kid playing with an ant farm, burning random ones with a microscope and generally not giving a rat's ass about anything.
If there was a merciful god why did he allow so many to suffer, no, there was no such thing. Still he listened on as fascinated by his sermon, as he had been of the book by Milton, "All rise for Prayer" the Pastor called out and soon all the Muggles were standing. Harry didn't pay much attention to it at first but then one line caught his attention,"…And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…" now that was something that he wouldn't forget. If one could have seen his face the horrible twisted smile there would have induced a good healthy dose of fear.
No one could see it though so it past unnoticed and all to soon they were filing out of the Church on the townspeople's heels as they exited as a group to a place outback. Harry continued to smile when he saw what was awaiting them there; it was a row of wooden pillars surrounded by a good pile of chopped logs. He could feel his elite tensing around him as they watched the townspeople gather around it and bring out a woman bound in rope. She wasn't the only one a man came out soon followed by another smaller man and finally a small girl. The woman was dressed all in black; she had multiple piercings, a pentacle necklace, dark purple lipstick and was obviously a 'Goth'.
The men were reasonably attractive, dressed very well and they were leaning into each other in such a way that suggested they were lovers. The girl was small, barely three years old, sandy blonde hair, with big brown eyes and was currently trying very hard to curl into herself. The woman was there because she was 'different' and they thought she was a 'witch' that much Harry had gathered. The men were gay lovers, something no reasonable good Christian could accept as to 'lay with another man' was to 'burn in the fires of hell'. Those three Harry could understand but he was having trouble figuring out what was 'wrong' with the little girl that made them want her dead? He understood when she started to cry for her 'daddy' and one of the gay men tried to go to her to be beat back.
She was 'contaminated' by being their daughter it seemed, truly muggles were a disgusting sort and he would never understand them. He killed people, yes, he even enjoyed doing it but he would never hurt a child that was one thing he would never do. He was watching them handle the little girl with unease…they were going to burn her and he was going to have to watch it. He would not forget this day and he would make damn sure that these muggles would not forget it either. They would die by his hand one day, but not today, no they would have to wait for now.
His elites weren't paying much attention to the girl though, their horrified eyes were on the stakes and they were to absorbed in their disgust to do more than watch as the townspeople began to tie each of them to a pillar. They needed to see that image, have it burned into their minds and they needed to understand fully how monstrous muggles could be. This would be a long day for him and it was going to just get longer.
The Pastor began another sermon, but it was more to read their victims a last rite before the townspeople could kill them. Another line suck out for Harry "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…" the irony was not lost on him, after all, weren't these people committing this act of 'evil'. Not that it mattered much because just as this last lines died down the townspeople gathered around the piles of wood like ants on a picnic.
Soon it was ablaze and the people trapped there were screaming something terrible while the townspeople danced and laughed. Even with the screams of the child they seemed to be unaffected…his elites on the other hand were not so and he could feel the final pieces falling into place. His followers had started out unsure on this journey, unsure if they could do what was needed to rid the world of an entire race but now…now they felt almost eager to begin the systematic annihilation. Really this couldn't have ended better if Harry had staged the entire thing and with the smell of burning flesh in the air the wizards/witches took a final portkey home.
--x--
Dumbledore sat in his office contemplating his next move, deciding where he should go from here and how that was going to affect the outcome of the play. It was a great burden, being the only one powerful enough, wise enough and strong enough to do that which was right over what was easy. He was sure he had hurt plenty of people on his journey to peace, and it was a terrible burden to think of it. However, as with every war there has to be sacrifices to win, some HAVE to die and a few HAVE to live.
He was the only one who could really take on that mantel and lead the light to victory in this war against the dark…the only one strong enough to know what sacrifices had to be made for the sake of the whole. Harry had been one such sacrifice, the boy would have grown to be powerful, was destined to be a savor and Dumbledore couldn't let that go to the child's head. So he had sent him to a safe house, the Dursleys, where he was sure to be put down, maybe even abused a bit and where (most importantly) he would learn what it was to be the little guy.
Dumbledore had been so sure that Harry wouldn't have understood the gravity of his burden had he not been faced with adversity from the start. Which is why he had set up so many tests, and roadblocks to condition him to be the Hero the world would need. It had all been so perfect, Dumbledore had had the plan all laid out so nicely and everything had been right on schedule. Harry was to go to the Dursleys, learn politeness from a firm hand, learn how to handle adversity, and then when he was eleven Dumbledore would 'save' him. Give him a family, give him a home, become his confidant, and then proceed to test him in this world.
He had the philosopher stone here for what would have been his first year, and Harry was SUPPOSED to be there to decipher all his carefully laid clues to stop the Voldemort possessed Quirrel. BUT NO, Harry had to ruin everything by disappearing leaving him to clean up the mess and contend with the boy's enraged family. It had been so hard to build back up the trust that the Potters had in him and it had taken extra effort to make sure there was no backlash from the press.
There was so much set back with Harry MIA and all his previously laid plans had to take the back burner while his most valuable pawn was lost. The tournament was a brilliant move on his part and would help the search immensely when the other schools arrived. Harry had said in his reply that he was at another school already, that school was most likely one of the ones that would be arriving in October and he could begin his search from there.
It should be simple to shift him out from the crowd, but he had to factor in disguises, glamours, hair dye and all sorts of other factors as well. Not to mention he also had to shift through all the boys' ages from fourteen to fifteen it was going to take quite a bit of time. That was if Harry was even attending one of the schools coming next year, if he wasn't at least he could rule those schools out…unless he decided not to come with them to the tournament. Maybe this wasn't going to be as simple as he had once thought. However, he was going to put his faith in Lily and James…surely they would know their own son? Right?
--x--
Voldemort looked at the letter in his hands and weighed the choices presented to him. On one hand he wanted to see Tristen again, and not to mention he needed those potions…on the other hand it could be a trap. Then again Tristen didn't seem to be the type to present such an obvious trap…no he was like himself laying his traps with subtlety. Now it was just the choice of weighing his want to see Tristen and his need to be the one in control of the situation this time. Really the boy was impressive the first time, taking control, setting the terms, and practically guiding the entire meeting between them.
However, as impressive as that was it was also annoying as all hell…that was his role and to have it stolen by a slip of a boy was infuriating. Still it provided endless amusement because he knew in the end he was the one who made the real decisions and who was really in control. With a smirk Voldemort decided to let the boy think he had control this time, this time, but next time it would be his call.
It was with a satisfied smirk Voldemort activated the Portkey and was whisked away to destinations unknown. When he landed gracefully on his feet he noticed that he was in a well-lit forest, a muggle one, and Tristen was leaning on a tree not to far from him. There was silence for a moment, both sides studying the other looking for weaknesses and trying to see the best way to approach the other. Voldemort may have found himself unreasonably obsessed with the boy but that didn't mean he would let his errant emotions rule him. If this Tristen proved to be useless, or to foolhardy for him to properly use/control he would put his inclinations to the side and rid himself of the boy.
Tristen spoke first conceding in their silent staring contest, "I have finish those potions you wanted, and the quantities you expressed desire for have been achieved, everything is organized and within this box, simply state what you wish for over the lid and it will come to you." That said he handed Voldemort a small box that looked like a miniaturized chest the size of the palm of his hand. It was an impressive piece of spell work, he gave Tristen that much when he took the box from him, "Somehow I sincerely doubt this is what you wanted when you asked me here. A simple instruction note with an Owl would do just as well." His drawl was sarcastic and drawn out, much like how Harry had imagined Tom's voice to sound like some times during their long written discussions.
"In that you would be correct, I've invited you here to speak of an alliance between you and I." Voldemort raised an eyebrow slightly taken aback by the teen's boldness, "you wish to become a Death Eater?" "No, I'm talking about a true alliance. Of equal parties bringing something to the other to further both of their own goals?" Voldemort was more than a little amused, this Tristen, this BOY thought himself his equal? Surely he was jesting, as there was no way this CHILD could hope to be on an equal footing with him.
Harry knew that look in Voldemort's eyes, he did not like it one bit and narrowed his own in response. "And what, prey tell, makes you think I'd enter an alliance with a BOY like you?" His tone was all mocking and filled with amusement, so much so that it got Harry's hackles rising. Without fully realizing they had begun to circle each other at some point, like two stalking predators fighting over the same kill. "You would do well not to judge a person by their appearance." Harry bit out more than a little frustrated with his attitude having gotten used to people bowing to his will, consciously or not.
"And you would do well not to overestimate yourself when facing a superior opponent," Voldemort sneered in reply. "It is not overestimating one's own skill but being confidant in one's own abilities and power. I AM powerful Lord Voldemort you would do well to remember that!" Harry had long since abandoned any semblance of his serene mask in favor of giving into their heated banter (much like he did with Tom). "Oh, you have potential boy, I will give you that but you are no where near ready to be playing the game yet…no I fail to see what you could offer me in an alliance besides yourself and other petty untrained soldiers." Harry's hackles rose at that, if there was one thing he hated it was being looked down upon, that was one of the reasons he couldn't seem to keep a low profile at school.
He had plenty to offer someone, plenty and that Voldemort would degrade his carefully made alliances and political maneuverings with his followers was infuriating. "I would hold that tongue unless you plan to lose it! You do not want me for an enemy Voldemort and you are beginning to try my patience!" Voldemort gave a hissing dry chuckle, "Forgive me if I fail to be cowed by such a small boy, magical prowess aside, I very much doubt you could be much of a threat to me now."
"Well, you would be unpleasantly surprised to find my backing would easily make things very difficult for you Voldemort!" Harry began to calm himself by concentrating on why he was there in the first place, besides it was reasonable that one with Voldemort's stature would need convincing as he has already had a firm standing in this war. He was the one to start this struggle in the first place and the Light needed to be subdued if Harry ever hoped to wipe out the Muggles without a Magical opposition.
"Please, do enlighten me with these backings you seem so proud of…I shall see if they are worthy of contemplating an alliance of equals." His tone was light and very mocking as he sneered it out with hissing tones. Harry was more than happy to shut him up, as he was sure that when all his alliances he was putting onto the table were considered he'd have Voldemort's support as well. True, it would mean he would have to support the Dark Lord in return but that was a bridge he'd cross when he reached it. As Harry would never agree to slaughtering 'mudbloods' as that side was so prone to do and he would not allow it to continue either. Again, it was a bridge to be crossed when it became an issue but not before.
"I have the entire Pureblood Werewolf pack, a Vampire coven, a Master Vampire, a Fire Tribe, financial backing from the Water Tribe, a nest of Gargoyles, a Gorgon, and Various other groups that I am unwilling to reveal at this time." Most of what Harry was saying was not entirely true as his elites had yet to get confirmation that the leaders of said groups were willing to even speak with him. But he was positive that would change soon and it was only a matter of time before it came to pass, for the others it was a simple matter of alerting them.
To say Voldemort was floored was an understatement but he kept the shock from his face, as that would be detrimental to furthering negotiations in his favor. He would have to confirm that the boy was speaking the truth but if it were to be proven true the sheer possibilities were enough for him to put aside his pride for a moment. Sometimes to win one needed to know when to concede to needing help, the light outnumbered the dark it was that simple and the troops Tristen was offering would be invaluable. He narrowed his eyes though as he continued to circle the boy, this boy reminded him eerily of himself and with that backing he was definitely more of a threat than Voldemort had been willing to acknowledge.
"We'll have to discuss the conditions of this Alliance some other time, at the moment I have a meeting to get to, good day," Voldemort disappeared with a CRACK. The truth of course was that he didn't have a meeting but he needed to find out more information on this Tristen Winter. He wasn't one to come across an opponent unprepared and Tristen had just proven he bore watching…he did not like surprises like that. When he got to the manor Voldemort decided to call on Lucius and set him to the task of discover all there was to know about the boy. He would NOT be surprised like that again, there would be nothing he didn't know about this Tristen soon enough and when that was done he would call on the infuriating boy. When he had all the boy weaknesses laid out before him, when he had enough to control him, THEN he would strike. Voldemort wanted the teen to crawl to him on his knees, in more than one way and this meeting only added more fuel to his growing obsession with one Tristen Winter.
Harry for his part was more than a little angry about being brushed off so quickly, he had gotten too used to bending people to get his way it seemed. Voldemort might end up being more trouble than he was worth, and soon he would have to decide what to do with him. For one his adamant killing of MAGICAL people, muggle born or not, would not be tolerated by him should the Dark Lord begin to do so again. If it came down to it Harry would not hesitate to kill the infuriating bastard to preserve their lives, magical beings should be protected after all and it was the muggles that needed to die. That was all that mattered to Harry, killing the filthy things was a priority and almost took the highest place. Though killing his scum of parents was the most important thing to him, killing most of the muggle population took a close second and nothing would stand in his way.
Magic was the one thing in his life Harry held dear, which included protecting the people who could wield something so beautiful as magic. Magic needs to be protected, its wielders as a side effect need to be protected also and soon they would take their rightful place as the rulers of this world. They would heal the wounds the earth sustained from the ungrateful muggles and then bring Magic to the glory it once had before they had polluted it with their filth.
--x--
The next few weeks flew by with a flurry of activity, his elites worked hard arranging meetings between him and their respective clan leaders. Harry himself barely had a minute to relax, constant allegiance talks between the ones that mattered, his own research, keeping in contact with Voldemort, his animagious (?) training, talks with Tom, helping Madeline with various tasks, and preparing for the next year. Alucard had yet to make another appearance but he always showed up, so Harry wasn't all that worried about negotiating with him to much.
In all he made great progress with his own research, he managed to gain tentative alliances with all the leaders he had intended to and made some progress in his talks with Voldemort. All this was done by the end of summer but Harry knew that the coming year would be even more challenging as it went along he was anticipating it with glee. Harry knew though that despite everything it was going to take its toll on him, but he also knew that he had survived enough to be strong enough to handle it.
Madeline had to finish her project with the Guild before she could return to school so this year would be the first Harry would ride in the boat alone. Madeline didn't think she would make it in time to leave with them all to Hogwarts so she reassured him that she would meet them there. She did go the docks to see him off, even giving him a small kiss on his forehead and a tight hug before letting him leave.
They had grown closer over this summer and Harry was beginning to realize with some dread that Madeline had managed to find a place in his jaded heart. It was very disturbing to know, yet at the same time he liked caring for someone…even if it was just a little bit and being loved was nice. The first week at school was hectic; the headmistress was getting the chosen ready for their arrival at school. She had to make sure their entrance was grander than the other schools as it would work well for an intimidation factor. Also she had them practicing what they would do when they would be formally introduced as a school.
Harry wasn't sure how she had managed it but Seline had somehow managed to find out what the other schools were going to do in their performances so she wanted to blow them out of the water. It was a very intricate work so they had to practice where they would have been studying, however, Seline was sure this would be well worth the extra work. Harry suspected that she just wanted to show off them to Dumbledore because she made it no secret what she felt for the old man…i.e. she hated him.
Other than that Harry was also having a hard time organizing his marked so that they could continue their battle simulations while he was gone. In the end he assigned Sarah as his leader and decided to let her pick her generals from there so they could get used to them. It would be a great thing in case anyone ever died so that they would be used to getting orders from various people. Morgan wasn't taking it easy on him either; her teachings had gotten harder when she learned he would be gone by the end of the month this year. Grace, his snake, had taken to the forest of Avalon so he had left her on the island over the summer but she was insistent that she would accompany him to Hogwarts.
By the end of the week he was dead tired and couldn't wait to sleep a few extra hours on Sunday; however it was not to be. In the middle of the night Harry was awoken with a stinging, tingling feeling enveloping his entire body with his pelvis glowing a bright green. The pain came after that and what seemed like hours later he got his answer as to what the hell was going on, Tink had hatched from her cocoon inside of his core. She finally separated from his magical core in the early hours of the morning and by than Harry knew he would not be getting any more sleep.
Tink was changed, no longer childlike in appearance but a fully-grown adult Vixi about six inches tall; her hair was longer almost reaching her ankles and her wings were bigger. The wings were large, clear but had a kaleidoscope of clear shimmering colors that sparkled in the light. Harry had to make her another outfit but she filled it out better this time appearing much prettier than the Peter Pan Tinkerbell. He was pleased to have his small familiar back even though her return wasn't exactly pleasant. He wondered what changes he should expect from his body now that the Vixi was separated from him but he accepted he would discover it as he went along.
The last three weeks were better for him, the first thing he noticed different was that he required less sleep after what happened with Tink so it helped him tremendously. Madeline kept in contact through letters; she was on a dig in the Caribbean looking for something for her research but was happy to say she would be able to arrive at Hogwarts on time. Seline was making sure that each of them was prepared for everything before they would leave to make them more efficient. They were told they would be taking their core classes with the Hogwarts masses like the other three schools but the extra courses that Noctiluca offered would be taught by herself (as Hogwarts didn't offer those classes, ex: musical magic).
The last week was a nightmare for everyone: packing, preparing, gathering supplies, hard teachings, and all their extra curricular activities not withstanding. Harry probably had it as bad as Seline with Morgan on his back, as well as arranging everything he would need to for the coming year and tying up loose ends. The day before departure Morgan gave him an ancient almanac that would serve as a translator but with nothing to translate. She was very evasive about the entire thing refusing to answer his questions and only saying he would need it the coming year.
The day of the departure Seline gathered everyone, making sure their uniforms were impeccable before leading them out to the clearing just inside the forests. There she had set up what would take them to Hogwarts, the thing was a Masterpiece, intricate long-forgotten runes/texts encircled the ground and at its center an archway. It looked like a very impressive doorway without the door, fantastical designs ran up and down it giving it a very grand appearance. Seline lined them up and began the ritual in an old almost extinct language that they all had trouble following. At the end of an hour, the entire thing was lit up brighter than a Christmas tree from all the power she had poured into it and with one last lyrical note the archway flashed. There way was open and confidently Seline strove forward leading them to another school, which might as well have been another world.
Before the warmth from the magic washed over them Harry vaguely wondered how this year would turn out and if Madeline had managed to get there on time. He almost smiled when he thought about her arriving late, disheveled and panting with Seline waiting there ready to pounce on his unsuspecting mother. It was a comical thought but one he hoped wouldn't actually occur because he would then have to defend her from one irate Headmistress. He pushed the thought out of his mind and let the feel of the magic wash over him, helping to put him at ease for what was sure to be a complicated school year.
A.N. So I know this isn't my best one yet but I'll be better next time lol, the next chapter should be up by October 1! Yeah I know slow update but if you guys want these long chapters I need some time! Lol Plus it takes me a while to read through everything and try to catch my mistakes! ; I know I'm horrible! Please R&R it'll motivate me to go faster! Lol Until next time my beautiful, adorable, FORGIVING, readers! Ja Ne
P.S. look up Vanessa Mae's Storm if you wnt a idea of the song Harry played.