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Thousands Of Reasons To Smile
Chapter Twenty-Six
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did,
in his sleep,
not screaming, like the passengers in his car
Boniface followed after Thomas Riddle in his muggle house and was walking down a long corridor lined with fire lit lamps, at the end of which was a black door. Thomas Riddle extended his hand and twisted the knob.
The door opened with perfect ease, as if very recently greased and as the crack of open space widened, Boniface's hand shot to protect his eyes from the sudden change of dark to instant light. He followed after Riddle and stepped through the door, absentmindedly closing the door behind, gazing in a state of bizarre curiosity to what lie before him. Boniface's mouth fell open in sheer shock.
There were nameless dead bodies on the floor, but one in particular Boniface recognize, this body was faced up with a blade through his heart. Thomas Riddle's dead body in fact. That couldn't be possible because if that was Thomas Riddle dead on the marbled wooden floor than whom was this man before him?
Said man looked up at the clock that was on top of the fireplace. "Ah, just in time for the fun."
Boniface pulled out his wand, but the man had already seen it coming and had him thrown against the wall, across the room, making he, Boniface lose grip of his wand.
"Now that wasn't nice." The man said transforming back to his true self.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Boniface yelled wincing in pain at his throbbing skull.
"Crucio! How dare you speak to me like that!" The man said deranged.
Boniface held in his scream as the Unforgivable was short seeing as the wizard seemed to be more interested in something else. He was trying to show that he was superior.
"Well now if you had just played nicely, then none of this had to happen Mr. Potter, I only wanted the boy." The man grinned evilly at Boniface with his yellow teeth, quite a few of them missing, "now I'm going to have to kill you to, such an inconvenience."
Boniface stood up and tried to regain focus. He looked at the man whom was a massive amount lot shorter then the man he was posing to be, with thick dark brown hair matted with dirt, and small dark eyes that stared in the opposite directions. Yes Boniface new this man, he was very familiar with the vile monster as was his wife Valerie. Boniface had forgotten that Morfin Gaunt had been released from Azkaban prison.
"I tortured and killed the other muggles, Riddle's 'parent's'," Morifin spat angrily, "but I wanted to make Thomas Riddle's death more... personal."
"Why would you stupidly do reckless killing when you just got out of prison?" Boniface asked disgusted at the man before him.
Morfin Gaunt just smirked at him. "Since my loving family are all dead and gone, I need someone to help out, someone to obey me and do the same things that my dear sister did for me and my father-"
"My son is no house elf you demented bastard!" Boniface shouted.
"Crucio!"
Day Two...
His head hurt, bad. No scratch that, everything hurt, bad. He tried opening heavy eyes but bright light pierced his skull; he closed them shut against the agonizing pain, groaning. Boniface tried to control his breathing, tried to figure out what woke him up in the first place and how he got hurt. Boniface panted now, suddenly becoming more aware of the pain everywhere in his body. Just nothing but pain. His head, his eyes, his legs, his stomach, his back, his arms, everything hurt.
"Potter can you hear me!"
"Potter!"
"Boniface!"
Boniface heard the voices from upstairs from his dark dinky cellar and he tried to speak, yell, but his voice would not allow it, it was rasp from all the yelling he was sure that he had done before.
Boniface's eyes slid shut once again into the darkness.
"... unconscious. Woke up for... yes, make sure you contact his wife."
"Where am I?" Boniface managed to whisper out.
"Mr. Potter? Could you open your eyes for me, please?"
St Mungos. He recognized the smell and feel of it, and groaned softly at the realization.
"Mr. Potter, can you hear me?"
Boniface cracked his eyes open to a too-bright room, and a familiar face hovering over him.
"Potter, it's good to see you awake. Do you know where you are?"
"How rude, they sent a vampire to heal me. No offense Bellamy." Bonfiace whispered as the man smiled down at him.
"You're never going to give me credit on my work here are you, Mr. Potter?" The man's Eden green eyes sparkled in amusement.
"You'll have to forgive me that I find a vampire working in a hospital quite ludicrous."
"You won't have to worry," Mr. Bellamy said handing Boniface a headache remover potion, "I don't particular like working in a hospital, this is just a side job for me, I'll be going back to teaching next week."
"You are a Professor?" Boniface asked shocked.
"Why so shock? I teach yes. In America though, vampires are considered beings here, but vampires here are considered to be neither a wizard, nor truly human so we don't get much of a chance here. Surprisingly we still have more privilege then of werewolves, but America actually treats us sixty percent more better which is not saying much."
Before Boniface could respond his wife Valerie came barging through the door.
"Boniface, my poor darling." Valerie went and hugged him fiercely.
"Valerie, dear, I'm alright." Boniface tried to tell her reassuringly.
"I'll just leave you then. The other healers will be the ones to check up on you now, I have to get going."
"Thank you, Julius." Boniface said to him awkwardly.
Julius Bellamy smirked at that. "Anytime, Boniface."
"Wait, before you go, will there be any lasting damage?" Valerie asked.
"No, he should be perfectly healthy from now on, he just needs to stay for more check ups and should be fine to go home."
"Thank you so much, for everything" Valerie said.
"It was my pleasure."
The Healer left them to it. Valerie pulled up another chair and sat beside Boniface, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly in his own. The last few days and hours had been the worse of her entire life, she wouldn't have wished it on her worst enemy. Boniface was going to be okay and she did love Boniface so much.
"Are you okay?" Valerie asked as she turned to look at her husband then went up to kiss him. Boniface was smiling afterward.
"I'm… fine, but the boys, how are they fairing?"
Valerie looked down and sighed. "I believe Tom is the worst, and then Charlus coming second. Harrison... Harrison seemed to have known it from the start that you'd be alright. He has been trying to keep Charlus and Tom's spirit up, but Tom had closed himself off from everybody. Is that weird for somebody Harrison's age to be so... calm?" Valerie asked looking up at Boniface.
Boniface shook his head no. "Unfortunately I'm sure it comes with experience for him with his family before us."
Valerie nodded in understanding. "This war, Boniface, it's going to take a lot out of us isn't it?"
"We will just have to keep trying and to do our best to protect our children. That is what is the most importance."
"I better write to the boys to let them know how you are doing. Actually I think while we are away we should get them started on finding their godfathers, you agree?" Valerie asked getting up.
"Yes, I believe that would be best."
"They tell me that the man was Morphin Gaunt." Valerie whispered out hesitantly.
"Yes." Boniface said looking down at his hands.
"I... I'm afraid to ask-"
"He wanted Tom, to use him as a common houself. He used his father trying to get to him. Valerie, they are all dead, his father, every member of the Riddle family."Boniface said as his wife covered her mouth upset.
"When the ministry was looking for you, they found the Riddle families bodies... they tried to trace left over magic to find you."
"We can not tell Tom that it was one of his family members. Especially how they treated his mother before she died. I don't know how he'll respond to it, but it would send any kind-bighearted man into revenge and killing."
The next few weeks went by fast for the five of them, with the boys busy with school homework and Valerie busy with work while her husband Boniface rested for the week. Boniface actually was setting up a meeting date for Albus Dumbledore to meet them, to Tom's dismay. Sammy Rider came back now and then to visit and to see how things were going, though he mostly spent his time with Charlus. He had been teaching Charlus how to do basic things without magic since Charlus kept on complaining that he couldn't do magic in his own home.
"Having lunch with Albus doesn't seem as bad as you are making it out to be. Besides he's your godfather, it's official." Harry said to Tom as he walked into their room with Hermes following after Harry. Harry sat on the front of his bed watching Tom finishing up his homework.
Tom looked back at Harry where he was sitting with a look of pure annoyance, which caused Harry to laugh out loud and Tom to scowl at him. "Albus Dumbledore is like the ultimate form of good."
"And that's a bad thing because?" Harry asked laying down on his bed as Hermes jumped on top of his stomach and laid there.
"Seriously? Dumbledore would drive any saint insane! He's so..."
"Loving? Cares way too much about people? Benevolent? Eccentric? An archetypal good wizard in the style of Merlin?"
"Weird." Tom said standing up.
"Ah, yeah that to." Harry said smirking up at Tom as he scratched behind Hermes ears.
"And lucky you, you get a soulless vampire." Tom said going through his closet to put on a pair of nice shoes.
"Dad said his name is Julius Bellamy and that he works as a healer part time, but hes a Professor in America. Dad doesn't particularly like him though, which is weird because Dad can get along with mostly anybody despite there nature."
"Yes, well, I'm sure Dad has his reasons." Tom said not really bothered by what Harry said about their father.
"Are you actually getting all dressed up for Dumbledore?" Harry asked as the smirk returned to his face.
"Well I don't know what to wear!" Tom said frowning as he sat on the floor in front of their open closet.
"Put on some sneakers, wear what you've been all week. Actually what you are wearing now is fine." Harry said sitting back up. Tom was wearing a white shirt underneath his gray short sleeve sweater and workwear Denim jeans. Tom did as Harry suggested and put on a pair of his plain white sneakers.
"Knock, Knock." Charlus said panting a little as he came in with a smile on his face.
"Hey Charlus. You look out of breath." Harry replied.
"No, I have more." Charlus said not understanding that Harry was joking. Tom just shook his head negatively.
"Are you ready Tom? Dumbledore just came, he's in the dinning room talking with Dad and Mum."
Tom stood up just as Hermes jumped out of Harry's hand and left out the room.
"He must have smelt the food I just left out for him." Charlus said to Harry smiling as Harry did the same in return.
"I hope you're not intimidated Tom, it'll be just like we're at school only better for you because Dumbledore will spoil you, hey! He might even let you get away with stuff at school!" Charlus said as he walked with his brothers to their destination.
"Not bloody likely." Tom muttered as he miserably walked down the flight of stairs.
"Tom it's not the end of the world, cheer up for Merlin sake!" Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Yeah fun times." Tom said sarcastically to Harry.
"I like Dumbledore, he's funny." Charlus said to them.
"In that obscene annoying way yes I suppose so. Merlin I'm going to make such a fool out of myself." Tom commented back.
Both Charlus and Harry shared a look.
"Ah so here you boys are." Albus Dumbledore said standing with his parents.
(A/N totally random, but I like Richard Harris as Albus Dumbledore, so imagine him from Harry Potter 1&2 for this story)
Albus Dumbledore was dressed in a gray Victorian Era suit. His blue eyes were twinkling when he caught sight of Tom. "You'll have to excuse me for being overly dressed, I just came back from a magnificent ball of a very good friend of mine."
Harry discretely nudged Tom for him to say something. "I'm glad you could make it, sir."
"Tom, this formality is not necessary, you are my godson after all, Albus will do nicely." Tom just nodded and looked like he wanted to be elsewhere. Albus gave Tom a sidelong glance.
"Would it be any trouble if Tom and I could have a moment privately?" Albus asked Boniface and Valerie.
"Of course, how about the living room?" Valerie suggested.
"I'm sure that will do just fine." Albus said smiling.
Tom frowned, but led the way to the living room with Albus Dumbledore following after him.
"Tom, I can not help but feel this miserable uneasiness from you of me. What can I do to replace it?" Ablus asked watching as Tom leaned up against the brick wall of the fireplace.
"It has nothing to do with you." Tom said looking down at his shoes.
"You'll have to forgive me, if I believe otherwise." Albus said mimicking Tom as he leaned up against the brick fireplace as well on the other side of Tom.
"Maybe it's just because I know that you being my godfather that I'll have to let you into my life. That's not easy for me, to let more people in when I've so carefully lived a life keeping a comfortable distance away from people, especially those whom have hurt or used me. I was perfectly fine and content with …. with loneliness of my pathetic life."
"Tell me Tom, do you think that I can not see what kind person you are?"
Tom swallowed nervously as he looked at Albus Dumbledore whom was not looking at Tom directly. "Man's loneliness is but his fear of life. Loneliness the clearest of crystal insight into your own soul, its the fear of one's own self that haunts the lonely that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for-"
"Let me know when you are done speaking in riddles." Tom said interrupting Albus.
Ablus gave a small laugh, not offended by Tom's words. "Ah young youth. It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it."
"You see, if you keep doing that, then we are not going to get along." Tom said straightening himself up and looking up at Albus as he smiled down at him.
"You'll have to forgive me, age comes with wisdom."
"What are you, like fifty-eight right? You have many years to come for you to be perceived as an old man. Come with a better excuse than that for your bizarre personality."
Albus shook his head negatively and smiled down at Tom once more. "You are quite a petulant young fellow aren't you?"
"You'll have to forgive me, it comes with age." Tom said mockingly.
Albus gave another small laughter at Tom's words. "Yes I see."
"Can we leave now?" Tom asked finished with the conversation.
"Thomas, you've got nothing to lose, but only everything to gain. You may dislike me, you may believe that I'm insane and unworthy to be your godfather, but despite this, you'll understand that no matter what your opinion of me is, I'm always going to be here for you and love you like you are my own, even if you do not want me to."
Tom looked up at Albus and frowned. "I bet you got bullied a lot when you were in school."
Albus laughed merrily at Tom's words. "No, actually I was quite well liked. Except for this Ravenclaw, Theodore Smith I believe, same year as me, he distasted me. He used to say people would follow me anywhere, but only out of morbid curiosity. "
Tom smiled slightly at this. "So a truce?" Albus asked Tom with his hand out for Tom to shake.
"Okay." Tom said after a few moments and shook Albus Dumbledore's hand. He felt a sort of electric spark between them that was not unpleasant, but more of a warm feeling inside his heart.
"I'm ready to head back whenever you are, Tom." Albus said to him.
Tom nodded and headed back to the dining room with Albus Dumbledore behind him.
"So was it as bad as you thought it would be? Did big bad Dumbledore want to let you know that he's out to get you?" Harry whispered to Tom as soon as he sat next to Harry at the dining table.
"This is an excellent time for you to become a missing person." Tom whispered back at him glaring as he did so. Both Harry and Charlus smirked in amusement.
"So Harrison, I hear that your godparent is a vampire, how do you feel about that?" Albus asked just as the food appeared at the table.
"I'm starving!" Charlus said grabbing hand full of sandwiches onto his plate.
"I'm okay with it, I mean they obviously have rights and are not considered a true threat to the wizarding community. Even if half the other viewed opinions of vampires does not appear to be universally held."
"Do you know a lot about vampires, Harrison?" Albus asked Harry curiously looking intently at Harry whom immediately looked down at his empty plate knowing that Albus could tell if he was lying or not through Legilimency. Harry had yet to fully learn Occlumency to counter Legilimency and had been given up practicing the art to even be known as an Occlumens.
"No, not much, Professor. I never had a reason up till now to really care."
"Unfortunately I don't think Harry is going to learn much, well besides from reading what books say about them. Mr. Julius Bellamy has refused to claim Harry as his godson." Boniface sighed pouring himself some onion soup.
"Why?" Charlus asked offended on Harry's behalf.
"That is most curious if I may say so myself." Albus said giving Boniface a look of uncertainty.
"He feels that it would be too dangerous." Boniface exclaimed shaking his head negatively looking away from Ablus.
"Why would he think that?" Charlus demanded to know.
"What is this, twenty-one questions? It doesn't matter Charlus. It's just probably not meant to be." Harry said sighing, sliding down his chair. Besides, to Harry, no godfather was going to ever beat or replace Sirius Black.
"It's still not right. Who's going to protect you when something bad and unexpected happens? If Dad and Mum couldn't get to you or if Merlin forbid that they were gone, then it's a godparents responsibility to look after you. It's a birth right." Charlus said with all seriousness in his expression and voice.
"Couldn't we just find somebody else?" Tom asked.
"Anybody can be a godparent, Tom, but a magical bonded one, it's just that it's more of a unconditional family protection connection than of any other type." Charlus explained.
Harry frowned at Charlus choice of words. "My godfather, before he was killed, was not my magically bonded godparent, but he was as much as a father to me as I was everything to a son to him..." Harry shook his head negatively, not wanting to remember the sadness, "The only people you need in your life are the ones that need you in theirs and if Mr. Bellamy doesn't want me in his then I'm not going to be. I'm not going to force him to be my godfather." Harry looked down at his empty plate once again, not feeling up to eating anymore.
"Your family were against Grindelwald and his followers were after them?" Albus asked Harry looking at Harry sympathetically.
"Yes." Harry replied.
"Your godfather loved you very much didn't he, Harry? How did he die?" Charlus whispered to him.
'Why is Charlus so inquisitive?' Harry thought to himself sighing in his thoughts.
"My family was attacked by dark wizards and he ended up getting killed in the process while he was trying to protect me." Harry was trying really hard not to let tears slip out of his eyes, he had been let Sirius go, but all the memories were rushing right back to him.
"Harry, if anybody needs a godparent, it's you. We can not let anything else happen to you. You have already lost so much." Valerie said to Harry, tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I must apologize." Boniface said looking at Harry.
"For what?" Harry asked confused.
Boniface looked down as he spoke. "When I invited Mr. Bellamy over two days ago, he knew right away what was going on. He felt you, Harry, you see vampires have more of a intuitive sense and power-"
"So once he felt the connection that he and Harry shared he didn't want to be apart of it and he left?" Tom asked frowning.
"No, not at all Tom," Boniface ran his fingers through his hair and sighed with frustration, "I... I threaten him-"
"You what?" Valerie asked shocked.
"I didn't want a vampire to be my sons' godfather!" Boniface said exasperated.
"Boniface you didn't?" Valerie asked covering her face with both her hands.
"Dad! All this stuff you and Mum teach us about tolerance and treating others the same we we want to be treated!" Charlus said shocked.
"I never said you had to be tolerant with everybody." Was Boniface excuse.
'Now where have a I heard that before?' Tom said in parseltongue to Harry.
"Boniface!" Valerie said smacking him upside his head. "You bring Julius Bellamy back here this instance and you apologize for your bigotry! In fact I'll write a letter now." Valerie said standing up and storming away out of the dinning room.
"Somebody is sleeping on the couch tonight." Charlus whispered to his brothers.
"So what was the real conversation you two had with each other?" Harry asked Boniface whom looked quite embarrassed with himself.
"It was very short. Threats were made, insults were thrown and that was the end of it."
"Yeah but does Mr. Bellamy actually want Harry for a godson?" Charlus asked.
"Mr. Bellamy will see Harry as more than just a godson, excuse me. Don't let me ruin your lunch." Boniface said taking his leave.
"Professor?" Charlus asked Dumbledore whom had been quite during the whole ordeal.
"Albus is fine, Charlus."
"Are you sure you want to be part of this family?"
Albus just laughed merrily. "How are you faring, Charlus?"
"I hope next year will be better, I might even have a girlfriend." Charlus said biting into his sandwich. "I wan to tri wout cor quidwitch oo!" Charlus added, with his mouth full.
"That's Charlus for you, stuffing his mouth than attempting to eat it." Tom replied with a roll of his eyes as he made himself some onion soup.
Charlus scowled once he finished swallowing his food. "I said I want to try out for quidditch to. You will to wont you Harry?"
"We will be competing against each other if we did make the team." Harry said still not eating, lost in his thoughts.
"If you're afraid to lose against me..." Charlus smirked at Harry whom smirked back.
"As if. You wouldn't stand a chance."
"Harry, eat." Albus said to him as Charlus place a sandwich on his plate.
"What if I had wanted soup?" Harry asked Charlus.
"You can't have both?" Charlus asked him with an eyebrow raised. Harry just smiled.
Now that the excitement of yesterday was over, Harry was feeling very nerved wreck that today was the day that he was going to meet Julius Bellamy, aka the vampire. Charlus was trying to give Harry some breathing space for at least a little while till they met Julius.
"Mr. Bellamy will be at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley in half in a hour. You will be going there on your own without your father's influence." Valerie said to Harry whom had been trying to teach Hermes to roll over by rolling around on the carpet floor himself. Tom was sitting on his bed pretending to read his book as he was observing Harry's progress with a smirk of amusement on his face. Tom's snake was curled around his neck.
"By himself?" Tom asked placing his book down on his lap. Valerie went and sat on the edge of Harry's bed.
"Harry will Floo there right in the shop. He will be fine." Valerie said reassuringly to her son as Tom looked back with uncertainty.
"Vampires don't eat ice cream do they?" Harry asked standing up.
Valerie just smiled getting up off of Harry's bed. "Depends on the vampire."
"You've been awful quiet Tom." Harry said to the boy that was still sitting on his bed. Harry was putting his sneakers on with ten minutes left till he had to leave.
Tom shrugged avoiding Harry's gaze. "I just have nothing to say at the moment."
Harry sighed and started butting up his dark blue plaid shirt. "If something goes astray then you can have Hermes."
Tom scowled looking up at Harry. "And that is supposed to make me feel better?"
"So you are worried." Harry said as Tom frowned and fold his arms to his chest saying nothing.
"I'm tougher than you think, I'll be fine." Harry went up and hugged Tom and was surprised when Tom hugged him back.
"Harry you have five minutes!" Charlus yelled from down the stairs. Harry smiled and waved Tom off as he ran out the door. Hermes stayed in the room with Tom.
"Have fun Harry." Charlus said as soon as he spotted him. Charlus had the fireplace ready. Valerie handed him his brown vintage jacket.
"Be safe." Valerie said hugging him.
"Where's Dad?" Harry asked as Charlus grabbed the powder.
Valerie just rolled her eyes. "He's doing paper work in his office, but he bids you farewell as well." Harry nodded in understanding as Charlus put some of the powder in Harry's hand.
"Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor."
When Harry popped out of the fireplace clumsily he was greeted by many wizards and witches sitting at tables eating their ice creams, some even outside enjoying the sun. Harry found the place quitter than any other shop he normally would be in. All the people seemed quite and subdued, anxious about being in the shop in the first place or even out side it seemed, as though fearing they'd be struck down by a curse at any moment. The people barely looked his way as Harry made his way to find a table to sit at.
Harry had barely been walking before he stopped in his tracks and smelt the familiar aroma of rose hazel tart. Harry looked around the room, Julius Bellamy had to be in the room. Harry did not know what the man looked like, but he could definitely smell him as odd as that sound. He had taken only a few more steps before the strong sensation had suddenly changed into a kind of needy feeling, much more persistent. Harry barely had a second to figure out what was going on before he was grabbed forcibly around his wait and was went felt like somebody carrying him and after that, everything went by like a blur. Then, just like that, what felt like five minutes had passed, he was dumped hard down on the cold forest ground.
Harry looked up at his kidnapper and glared at the tall man. He was about six foot and muscular with pale green eyes. The typical tall dark and handsome bit Harry thought to himself as he stood up ready to tell the man off. Of course he didn't have the chance because as soon as he stood up, he was forcibly shoved against a tree with the man hovering over him.
"What the bloody hell is your problem?" Harry snapped at him, but the man just growled at him baring his sharp pointy teeth, but then just as suddenly he smirked at Harry and backed away from him two paces.
"Run."
"What?" Harry asked shocked.
"Run before I kill you." The vampire snarled.
"You're supposed to be my-" Harry didn't have time to finish his sentence as the man tried to bite his neck, but Harry had ducked in time. Harry ran.
Harry's heart hammered in his chest as he scrambled through the forest, thorny branches snatching at his clothes. The forest made it look dark and eerily creepy. Harry didn't understand what was going on, he knew that Bellamy could catch up with him any time he wanted, what was the man playing at? Was this some kind of sick game to the vampire? Had Boniface been right all along? Just then Bellamy popped out of nowhere in front of Harry and Harry startled punched Bellamy square in his face out of instinct.
Now the saying is in the wizarding world that vampires bodies are hard of stone, but what Harry felt and witness shocked him. Bellamy was clutching his nose bleeding in pain and Harry barely felt the pain in his hand when he punched the vampire. Harry was about to make another run for it, but was stopped when Bellamy grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him down to the forest ground once more, his other hand still clutching his bleeding nose. Harry tried to get back up, but Bellamy put one hand up, his left one, and said, "stay," as what felt like an invisible force went over Harry's body and made him rooted to the spot, he couldn't move even if he wanted to.
Harry watched as the vampire paced back and forth snarling to himself, the bleeding from his nose had stopped and he had wiped the blood off with the sleeve of his dark green business shirt. Bellamy stopped pacing and faced Harry, with a offhanded move of his hand, Harry was free to move.
"You pose a threat to me."
"Excuse me?" Harry said looking at the man as if he had lost his mind.
Bellamy pulled Harry back up on his feet with the front of his plaid shirt with no effort. "You have so much control over me, it's not natural and you don't even know it." Bellamy laughed bitterly.
"Why are you trying to hurt me?" Harry asked frowning at the vampire.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you, I was trying to kill you, there is a difference between the two you see."
Harry glared at the man once more. "Than please till me why you are trying to kill your godson you sick bastard." Bellamy snarled at Harry and shoved him down the ground again and was on top of Harry in half a second.
"Mind your tongue, Harold James Potter, it will do you no good to be rude to me." Bellamy smirked in triumph at the shock and terrified look on Harry's face. "You were not expecting that were you? You are a time-traveler and you are not supposed to be here."
"You don't know anything-"
"I know that you were forced upon me, that if you had not came here that I would not have to look after you."
"GET OFF ME!" Harry shouted actually managing to kick Bellamy off of him quite a few paces away. Bellamy hissed at Harry as they both got up off the ground.
"You are lucky that I can not physically harm you." Bellamy hissed out at him.
"You're a freakin' vampire! Even if I hadn't come here, you would still be alive from my future and I'm sure the outcome would still had came out the same way."
Bellamy just snarled at Harry and Harry glared back. Harry was tired of this, he wanted out.
"Take me back."
"No."
"Why? You obviously don't want me-"
"I did not say I did not want you."
"Yes you did!" Harry said annoyed and frustrated.
"When?" Bellamy asked with his eyebrows raised.
"How about when you tried to kill me? Or the threats about killing me? Or even your words 'If you had not came here I would not have to look after you'." Harry tried to mimic Bellamy's words.
"You are mine regardless of the circumstances. My threats were meaningless, once a vampire is tide down to a person, they can not inflict any physical pain whatsoever on the person. If I had killed you, I would have died as well." Bellamy said turning to walk away.
"You are the worst godfather in history." Harry said to the vampire.
"Probably," Bellamy said far ahead of Harry, "hurry up, it's getting dark out."
"Are you going to take me home?" Harry asked running to catch up with the vampire.
"No, I'm taking you to mine, in America."
Author's Note: How was that? I had all these kind of ideas for this chapter when I made the last one, but then just like that it left me and I was like wow really brain? You're just going to do that to me? Well this is gonna be the last time in awhile till I update, probably not till sometime in January, Christmas holidays and stuff, but I hope everybody has a happy holiday!