A/N: Quick response to a review i was sent.
Thelvyn - you made may points so here are answers.
Point One- Many people have pointed this out to about the dagger. The dagger was blessed, the blessing was passed into June's blood system, this poisioned her. I needed a quick death as i wanted it to be quick and fast, it's just the way i invisioned it.
Point Two- I was going to explain this later but i suppose i could do it now. The Head Preachers are more than what they seem. Harry only managed to get the upper hand against this one as he had the element of surprise and freaked out big time.
Point Three- As i said i wanted this Characters death to just come and go quick as i wanted to focus more on the effect it has on Harry. Harry has limits, i read stories where Harry is so powerful, i dont want him powerful enough that he can just appear anywhere. no one should have the power of a god...unless you include the author.
Point Four- the reason for this chapter being out of touch is because i desperatly needed for three things to happen by the beginning of 4th year. 1-June's death, 2-Harry becomeing Harry-Beast and controlling it and 3- Harry and Fleur to meet.
Give me a chapter or two and the story will be back to it's usual standard...i hope.
now on with the story
The room was immense, like the coliseums of Rome there was a clearing in the centre and raised seats around the arena for spectators to gather, but this was no sporting even, or a play, this was the Vampire's court of Judgement. Vampire leaders from all around the world gathered here to bare witness to the judging of one of the most important vampires that had recently come into existence.
The Judge, who was one Gilles de Rais nodded, he was representing head of the Council since the one they were passing judgement on was the one who was supposed to be sitting in the chair. Next to him sat others Rasputin for one, though young by vampire age the vampire had earned respect by becoming nearly un-killable. On his other side was the Count of St. Germain. The smiled as they sat in the box that served as a podium. In the front row stood the family of Dracula and among them the first three humans and first werewolf to stand in the sacred place of the vampires.
Finally Gilles spoke. "We are here today to pass judgement on one of our own. Bring him in."
A heavy wooden door opposite where he stood opened and two guards walked in dragging a heavy wrought iron cage, inside was a feral Harry Potter. His eyes were blood red; he was frothing at the mouth and snarling at his guards. Several vampires gasped the Draculas and their non-human companions gasped and Sirius Black started sobbing.
"Before us we see Count Harry James Vladimir Dracula Potter, names successor to the Dracula family head by the Count himself, wielder of magic so powerful he could make the foundations of this very court shake. As everyone can see he has allowed his bloodlust to over take him, but not without reason, I call our first witness Count Marcus Vladimir."
Marcus stood and cleared his throat. "My family and I were taken by the Templars of purification, the one's we have called the Hunters. We were tortured as they still follow the misconception that we had demons residing in our bodies and they wished to expel these demons. Very soon they gave up and took us to the execution chamber under Paris. As the Head Preacher was reading us our last rites Harry came."
"What is your relationship with Mr Potter?" Rasputin asked.
Marcus smiled. "I knew him when he was human, and he was a worthy human. Unprejudiced, he saw us for who we were and not what we were. He saved my daughter, June's life and in doing so formed a bond between them. The two became friends, in the last couple of years that friendship became deeper and I believe they were truly and deeply in love with each other. Then this pass Christmas we passed judgment and he underwent a bond turning with June. Though able to resist the bloodlust on his own we provided him with a control bracelet. He was also initiated as heir to both the Vladimir family head and Dracula family head."
"Very well, continue your story." Gilles said, scribbling something down on a piece of parchment that had appeared in his hand.
"Harry arrived and a blood thirsty battle ensued. Harry was always a worthy fighter, while human he helped my family and I fend our home against the Hunters. The guards and preachers within the camber died within minutes, and then he set about freeing us. Being his bonded Harry had to save June first. Then as he went about freeing us June was examining the carnage. That was when he came back with back up." Marcus told.
"Who?"
"The Head Preacher." Marcus explained. "he-" his throat clogged. "I'm sorry, he- . He murdered my baby. He killed my June." Marcus wiped his eyes. "He slit her throat with a ceremonial dagger. That was when Harry lost control."
"How could he lose control? He was wearing a bracelet." Rasputin asked.
"We think his magic, coupled with the vampire enhancements and the rage inside him built and over powered them. He killed the Head Preacher, draining him, thus activating his blood lust. He fought it long enough to give us June's body and tell us to get out.
"And?" Rasputin urged Marcus to continue.
"We stayed at the entrance, for hours we heard the roars of the beast that is inside all of us and the screams of its victims. Then he came out, Harry was gone, only the beast you see now remained. It took us as a family to subdue him and alert the council."
Gilles nodded. "Very well, a loss of control brought on by grief is not unheard of, though hard to back from, especially now he's broken his control bracelet." he pondered. "The Vampire nation as a whole cannot have a rouge Vampire, especially one with as much power as Count Dracula here running amok. There are two options, the first one, which is the easiest, would be to kill him." there were gasps from the Vladimirs and Draculas, as well as a muffled yell of denial from Sirius. "Though as it seems one of the most influential families within our community feel deeply for the boy there is another, more dangerous, much more difficult option."
"Which is?" Helsing Tament.
"Simply put, find someone who can help him control the urges. Yes?" He turned to look at Kara Vladimir. "You are not a vampire."
"No, Sir. I am a Veela, Marcus's mate and the late June's mother," a tear ran down her face. "I know of someone who would be up to the task of helping him." the vampire's quirked eyebrow gave her the inclination to continue. "My cousin, also Veela, teaches young Veela's to control their powers of sexuality and tempers. I think she would be able to apply this to Vampire's as well. He would be around many Veela who would be strong enough to subdue him should he get out of hand."
Gilles looked slightly impressed at the suggestion. "You know this will work?"
Kara shook her head. "It is just a theory, but as Veelas are just a more stable and less lethal breed of vampire I don't see why it would not work. I can ask her I believe it would take up to a year to complete the training, but as they use a timeless house to train in I don't see why this would not work."
Gilles nodded. "We will hold a conference and debate the best course of action." the council stood up and walked into the shadows behind their chairs.
* * * *
Harry was trapped, his mind a prisoner within itself. He was horrified as he watched himself slaughter those men, even if they were trying to kill him, killing them without mercy and chasing down those who ran was just horrible in his eyes. He compared the feeling to the Imperio curse, though there was no bliss, just pure unadulterated fury that wasn't his.
And through it all he could not find the strength to fight it. What was a world without June? His soul mate. His soul was slowly being destroyed from the inside out. He was at his trial; he could see the pain and anguish on the faces of his family and friends.
"You know, I always feared you would die before me." Harry turned around in his mind prison searching for the voice. "Looks like my fears were unfounded. Though the way you're going you're probably going to become a soulless husk anyway."
"Whose there?" Harry gaped around still not finding the person speaking. "Wait? That voice? June?"
"Give the Vamp a medal. Y'know Harry the only bad thing about death is you're not with Me." the voice sounded happy. "Though I can watch you and sometimes communicate with you when you're deep in your mind like this."
"If that's the only way I can talk to you, I don't want to leave." Harry argued. "You're my life, June. With out you I'm nothing."
Heh, heh. You really are a goof sometimes. You think this soul bond applies just in life. You idiot. We're connected in death as well, I'm everywhere and anywhere you are Harry." slowly in front of his June faded into existence. She was dressed in pure white clothes. "Like now, right now, we're in your mind, and I know what you're thinking, and no you can't stay here. You have loads more to do before you leave."
"Like what?" Harry questioned. "What is there out there without you?"
"Yikes, Harry emo much?" June rolled her eyes, and Harry suppressed a chuckled. "I thought you would have tried to get over me by drinking and smoking, not becoming all emotional, you start writing bad poetry and I'll kick your fully corporeal ass. Harry you have so much to do, so much to give this world. For starters you have to kick the snake faced assholes arse and send him straight to hell, so we up in the nice place can shoot spit balls at him."
Harry smiled. "Wait you got into heaven?" he smirked. "Damn, they'll let anyone in."
"Pillock." June replied.
"Love you too." Harry smirked at her irritated scowl. "Even when one of us is dead I can still annoy you."
"Technically we're both dead, I'm just deader." June told him.
"That's right turn, everything into a competition. So apart from giving you a spit ball target what else is there for me down here?" Harry asked.
"Harry, it's killing me - no pun intended - to say this, but you need to find someone. I can't be you anchor anymore. You can only see me when you're either in a coma or dying, or like now so trapped in your mind you need help getting out." she sighed. "I love you Harry, and I know you'll never stop loving me. But find someone, someone who makes you happy."
Harry looked down. "I don't know if I can."
Harry felt something brush his face and a ghostly hand tilted his face up so their eyes met. "You have to, Harry. You're living for two of us now. Find that someone, have children, see them have grandchildren, live hard and party."
Harry shook his head. "I can't believe you're telling me to do this."
"I know baby, but I am. I know you won't get over me for a while, up hear we can see what's going to happen, though I can't tell you. You'll drink, you'll try to kill yourself by doing so much crazy shit you'll make Sirius look sane. But trust me; it'll all work out in the end."
"I don't want to leave yet." Harry told her, his hand brushing her arm.
June smiled at him, her lips moving and gently brushing his. "You don't have to, the beast is too strong, they will be helping you outside to tame the beats once that it done you will be able to fight your way to the surface, it will take time. Meanwhile, I have several weeks to say good bye."
"Perfect."
* * * *
The Timeless House used by Veelas was made up from a complex magic channelling architecture, with rune stones built into the foundation. It was a place for Veelas to go when at the stage of puberty their powers of sexual attraction and hormones were at their peek. They came here to learn how to control them, the ages of the girls ranged from anywhere between fourteen and seventeen. They knew about the new arrival and the fact it was the first male to come into the house since it was built.
They watched with trepidation as a covered box was unloaded by Julia and Kara. The parted as the two made their way through the crowd to the room which had been prepared for Harry. It was a room with a mattress on the floor, as they expected he could tear a bed apart. It had a cleaning spell on it as well as a drop in hole in the ceiling for vampire baby food to be dropped in. on one wall was mounted chains and manacles.
The headmistress of house-mistress Cantrelle Pomme watched as the crate was carried in, 'her' girl parting. "Ho long has he been out?" she asked Kara, who she had taught.
"He should be coming around in a few minutes. He spent the last few days under sedation and he seems to be developing immunity to the potion." Kara then turned to Cantrelle. "This was the boy who meant the most to my daughter, they loved each other and it was her dying that caused this, please I am begging you Madame Pomme, save him, for June."
The woman nodded. "I swear Kara; I will do everything in my power to save this boy."
Kara nodded, watching and Julie dragged the unconscious vampire beast into the room and pulled him up, clamping his wrists in the chains then stepping back, turning her head as Kara, Madame Pomme and a girl roughly sixteen or seventeen stepped in.
"This is Fleur Delacour, she is the present Head girl and will be aiding me in helping Mr Potter, and she is extremely capable of taking care of herself." Madame Pomme told the two women.
The vampire and older Veela greeted the girl, who smiled. "I am looking forward to this opportunity to study the more animalistic side of a vampire and to help the boy trapped inside." she said pompously.
Julie glared at her. "Listen you French bimbo. Harry Potter is not a boy, he is a man. He is a hero in everyway and deserves to be treated as such." she was advancing on Fleur who seemed slightly concerned. "He is one of the strongest people I have ever met and if anyone can beat this thing I would say Harry could."
"Julie, behave. Miss Delacour I would suggest treating Harry with the respect he deserves both in this form and in his human form." Kara told the young Veela. "I have left note on his life, you can try to reason with him once he is more human, to bring his emotions to the surface. Look he is waking."
All heads turned towards Harry. The vampire was now in rags. His jeans were shredded, his feet distorted with bony protrusions jutting out of white nearly gray skin. All he had covering his top half was a tattered robe with its sleeves torn off. His forearms and hands had bony spikes on as well. And when he raised his head to look at them the two who had not seen him before backed away.
Never before had then seen animalistic rage in such a pure form. His eyes were yellow and red, his face distorted into that reminiscent of a bat. Hit teeth were sharp and jagged and every now and again his tongue darted out as if tasting the air like a snake.
Madame Pomme glanced at him and nodded. "I think I can see several ways to help this young man." she smiled at the hopeful looks sent to her by Julie and Kara. "It will dilute his vampire blood, this will have two effects, the vamperic side you see now will weaken, maybe giving him a chance of fighting back and as it is through that blood he shares a bond with your late daughter it will lessen his need for her."
"What will that do to him? Power wise and emotionally wise?" Kara questioned.
"The vampire soul bond is complex and if one dies the other will eventually, it could take an hour, a week, a month, could even be a year, but eventually he will die from lack of contact with his bonded." Madame Pomme explained. "Hopefully diluting the vampire blood will lessen the bond enough for him to survive."
"What will you dilute his blood with?" Julie asked.
"It can't be with human as that will only activating his blood lust again, what are the animals he shares a close bond with? Anything he has accepted spiritually he will accept physically." Madame Pomme asked.
"He has two familiars." Julie told the woman. "One is a timber wolf the other is a- crap what did June say it was again? I think it was Ardinia -Adarno -"
"An Adarna?" Madame Pomme questioned. "You can't be serious? This boy is paired with an Adarna bird?
"That's it. Some sort of Phoenix I think." Julie said.
"My dear, Adarna's are more than just Phoenix's they are one of the rarest breeds there is, even when they weren't supposed to be extinct." Madame Pomme told the assembled group. "Did June or Mr Potter ever say what its name was? Those types of magical birds can only be called by name."
"It has a Greek name, Greek" Julie closed her eyes trying to remember. "Sing, Aoide. The birds name was Aoide."
"Beautiful name. Okay, stand back." the four stepped backwards to the wall. Madame Pomme took a breath then called. "Aoide, Harry needs you!"
There was a bang, a flash of flame and a bird stood in the centre of the room. Its plumage was like molten metal mixed with oil, red, yellow and gold, but mixed with spots of pure white and blue. It seemed to be moving within the bird. The four women watched it, Harry stiffened watching the bird with curiosity and unless Julie imagined it a pleading look deep within its eyes.
The bird looked around as if confused, then its eyes turned to Harry and a look of understanding and pity crossed its face.
"Aoide? That is your name isn't it?" Madame Pomme questioned. The bird looked at her and nodded. "Okay, Aoide, as you can see Harry is in dire need of help. He has recently become a vampire." the bird gave her an insulted look, as if telling her that it already knew it's bonded was no longer human. "His vampire has lost control at the death of his mate, June. To help him regain control I need to dilute his blood with liquids compatible with him, we were hoping for a transfusion of blood from you, but as your tears hold properties of a Phoenix I was hoping for some tears."
The bird looked at Harry, looked at the women and back at Harry. A look of tenderness and care glimmered across its face. Then nodded. Madame Pomme nodded. "Fleur, fetch a large container, make sure it's sterile."
Fleur set off at a run, coming back seconds later with a two pint bottle. She handed it to Madame Pomme, who placed it in front of Aoide. "Please, fill this with as many tears as you can?"
The Adarna bent its head and began to cry, its tears falling directly into the bottle. The group watched in silence as the bottle filled with pearly tears, which looked purer that mountain water. Finally it was full and the Housemistress picked the bottle up, and then smiled at Aoide.
"I will see Harry let's you know when he is okay, he will need some emotional help afterwards as well due to the weakening of his bond with June and help with her death." Madame Pomme told the intelligent bird. "I thank you."
The bird nodded, looked over at Harry sadly and vanished the same way it had come.
* * * *
The Harry-Beast as the girls at the house called him had begun his treatment. Every morning it would be fed a pack of the vampire baby food laced with a Muggle Tranquillizer that could drop and elephant then for two hours they would rain his body of its blood until he was in danger of death and then pump it full with a artificial blood made up from Wolf blood, Adarna tears and Veela blood.
Fleur, it seemed had taken Julie warning to heart and was anxious to see the 'man' who had such respect from the oldest vampire family, even when he was still human. Any who watched could tell she had more than a professional interest in nursing him back to sanity, though she would not admit it herself.
She had read through the files, the stories of his exploits. They read more like a fantasy, action or horror story than somebody's real achievements, and though, sub-consciously she hoped that someday she would find someone to love her like this man had loved June Vladimir.
Madame Pomme had watched from afar as Fleur had sat with him throughout his daily treatment his head nestled in her lap, watching her talk and question him about his life, though never expecting an answer.
It was after Harry's treatment that Fleur retreated, watching as the man she was holding and secretly falling for turned from the heavily sedated object of her not only curiosity, but also desire to a blood raged beast who would spend hour upon hour slamming his shoulder into the reinforced door and walls in vain attempts to win his freedom.
After two weeks of the treatment, at which Madame Pomme estimated roughly half the vamperic blood in his system should be purged the Housemistress decided to take her young charge aside.
"Fleur, you are falling for young Mr Potter are you not?" The woman asked, staring down at her student. Fleur did not reply, the answer was clear in her eyes. "He will not return them."
Fleur's head shot up, fear and worry evident on her face.
"You must understand, Fleur," the elder Veela began. "He will still be a vampire and vampire's bond for what is supposed to be eternity. He is supposed to be dead, or dying of a broken heart. While we had prevented that he will need more than the usual amount of time to mourn for June, his soul mate." she smiled at Fleur's disappointed face. "I am not saying he will not eventually love you, but you must know you will never replace June in his heart and you must be patient with him. Wait until he is ready. Be his friend by all means, tell him how you feel, just don't expect him to feel the same immediately."
She smiled down at the now hope filled eyes. "You think he will want me as a friend?"
"Fleur, he will need someone like you, strong willed and un judgemental about him to keep him sane for the first few months. He will have a very short temper and will probably revert to the Harry-Beast occasional on a lesser scale." Madame Pomme informed her. "And who better to teach him self control that you, a Veela who has had to be in control of herself for most of her life?"
Madame Pomme looked down at Fleur who had tears of happiness and sadness in her eyes. She kissed the girl on the forehead and turned to walk away. Slowly Fleur turned and looked through the window in the door of the cell. The Harry-Beast was curled up asleep, she smiled as his led twitched, reminding her of a dog dreaming while asleep.
* * * *
"Looks like you already have someone who loves you, Harry." June told him. "It proves what I was saying; you will always have people who love you. It's a natural talent you have, along with being to effin' noble for your own good."
Harry smiled up at the scene through his eyes, watching as the blonde haired girl stroked his hair and murmured to him, asking him questions about Hogwarts, how he had grown up and his training.
"She doesn't love me, June, she doesn't even know me. All she knows is a bunch of stories about me which depict me out to be a brave knight in shining armour. It's a school girl crush on a hero." Harry told the spirit of his wife. "I couldn't love her anyway; you are and always will be the only one I could love."
June shook her head despairingly. "Don't say that you numpty. You always will have the capacity to love, this experience with me will just teach you to appreciate it more-"
"And to take down anyone who is a threat to the people I love." Harry smirked.
"Promise me you won't do anything stupid." June pleaded.
Harry shot her a roguish smirk. "June up a teenager, I'm Harry friggin' Potter, I'm supposed to do something stupid. Fighting a record breaking length snake? Playing fetch with a three headed guard dog? Ringing any bells?"
"Prat. But seriously give this Fleur girl a chance; she could do you some good." June told him. "And you're now a vampire with Veela blood in you, you're going to be a right horny bugger, well hornier than you were anyway."
"I wasn't that bad." Harry defended himself. "I just craved physical contact with someone I cared for; I don't know how to explain it."
"No, you craved contact with some one who you loved and loved you in return, now you're Veela that cravings going to be ten times as bad." June explained. "you'll need contact until you learnt full control, and maybe this Fleur girl is who you need to have that, it's obvious she is crushing on you, but once she meets you, it will turn to love trust me. Let her in Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Since when were you the voice of reason?"
"Since I became your guardian angel. And fuck me if I don't have my job cut out for me." June complained good naturedly.
"Are angels allowed to curse?"
"Dummy. Anyway, it's almost time for you to go." June smiled. "I love you, Harry, and whenever you need to feel loved just look into your heart and soul and a little bit of me will always be there." she leaned forwards and kissed him tenderly, their tongues battling for control. "You ready to fight your way out."
Harry looked up, his face a picture of determination, and then he looked at her, his face softening to a look of love and tenderness. "See you on the other side; it's time for a new Harry Potter to come into the world!"
And with that the spirit and mind of Harry Potter, combined with the strength of a Veela and fully grown wolf as well as the magical power of an Adarna bird clashed with the brutal side of the Vamperic nature. The souls of four magical forces slammed into one of pure animalistic rage and instinct. Forcing it back deep down into the prison of Harry's mind where it belonged.
* * * *
Fleur backed away as the body of Harry bucked and writhed; she opened the door and screamed for Madame Pomme. The Housemistress ran down and the two watched in fear and confusion as the body writhed in agony, it features distorting. There was a howl of rage. And claw marks appeared raking along the bare torso. Fleur shrieked in panic. Making to run forwards but Madame Pomme stopped her.
Looking into her teachers eyes Fleur saw a smile and confidence brimming to the surface. Turning back to Harry she watched as he turned his face t the heavens and howled, the howl becoming more human, like his features. The fangs were shrinking, the face changing into a more human face and the eyes melding into an emerald green.
There was a very human scream of pain and Harry fell to the floor, curled into a ball, then there was silence. Madame Pomme and Fleur waited with baited breath. Finally there was groan.
Harry using the wall as support got to his feet and looked down at his tattered robes. "Blimey that that was a bitch." he smiled grimly at the two. "You wouldn't happen to have any clothes that would fit me do you?"
A/N: Okay, so first chapter without June, I'm begging all those who have now sworn of my story to give it a chance. In my defence I really needed someone close to Harry to die. Unfortunately most of the others either aren't close enough or have roles to play later on. Tell me what you think. Oh yeah I suck at writing in French accents so just use you imagination with Fleur and Madame Pomme.