Meet Drac
Off the shore of Sicily
1st May, 1991
Harry Potter was sipping an orange juice on his own cruise ship. There were 750 homeless children going about here and there enjoying the sunshine and the winds of the Mediterranean.
It had not been an easy journey. Both Jon and Harry had to do quite a lot of hard work to get to own it.
It had all started, surprisingly, at midnight on December 31st, 1990, as these things sometimes did with a kiss.
Times Square, NYC
5 months ago
"13..."
"12..."
"11..."
It was some kind of tradition here that each new year should begin with a kiss. So, Harry and Jon were to decide who got to kiss Alexa in the middle of Times Square at the opportune moment.
It should've been Alexa's decision but she had just said "Jon, you were hot and mysterious when we met at six and Harry was born cute. Besides, you two are both my friends. It shouldn't matter who I kiss."
Jon was blushing at the praise. Harry?
"Born cute huh?"
Alexa narrowed her eyes, put her hands in Jon's hair, pulled him down and kissed him on his lips as the countdown continued. Harry could see it was a very good kiss.
Better luck next year? Sometimes Harry wanted to kick himself and his Big Mouth. Alexa was looking so pretty too.
He looked around for the nearest available teenage girl. He saw one about ten feet away, with a man definitely not her boyfriend. There was even some clear space around them where no one was present.
Normally, Harry would've thought that suspicious in a packed Times Square but there was a count down to consider.
"3..."
"2..."
"1..."
Harry rushed over, tapped her on the shoulder as they rushed away, and as she turned, rose up on his toes and kissed her on the lips.
Only he couldn't kiss them both. There was a cloth wrapped around the girl's mouth parting them and the man was holding a wand in his one hand and he must be using Muggle Repelling Charms and...
...and now the wand pointed straight at him and Harry was Fucked.
The Mist hid them in plain sight. Harry's own wand was holstered and he dare not take out his sword in such a crowd.
So when the jet of red light came out of the wand, Harry simply ducked. He couldn't go running to Jon and Alexa and his own wand was pretty much useless as he'd promised Alexa not to learn any new spells before her.
And it was quite a naughty wand too. Harry wasn't sure it would listen to him.
Hedwig had a New Year Bird Bash of her own to go to, and so was not with Harry. She'd left only on the promise that he wouldn't search for trouble. Well trouble had found him.
Which meant unarmed sucker at hand-to-hand combat Harry Potter Vs Big bad guy with wand, hostage and one of biggest crowds of the world surrounding him.
'Just an ordinary day in my life.'
The man was consistently shooting jets of light at him and Harry was hiding behind people, dodging, and jumping about but soon there would be come a shot he couldn't dodge.
The man was wearing a grey suit, looked quite fit to Harry and strong too. His skin slightly pale too. His eyes however had a glazed look in them.
The girl wasn't struggling at all.
[13-14 year old. French. Very Pretty. Shining magical /dyed light pink hair. Tourist on a trip with her family. Drugged. Glassy eyed look.]
This wasn't Harry's style of combat. So he took the only way out. He jumped back into the crowd and hid.
The man looked around for him and not immediately finding Harry, held the girl's shoulder and began apparition. And Harry, idiot that he was, jumped upon him at the last moment, shaking off the girl's grip.
And the two apparated away.
5 minutes later
"Did you find him Jon?"
You must shout to be heard over the loud music. Harry had vanished and unless he'd found some hookup (yeah that happened nowadays), Alexa needed to ask if she'd hurt his feelings. Harry seldom ran from a confrontation though.
"No Alexa. It's a girl in need of rescue."
"Why's she sleeping here."
"Drugged. Fuck! Veela. Full blooded. She was being kidnapped. Charmed unnoticeable!"
"How much dya bet that idiot saved her?"
Seldom running from confrontation alright.
"Potter had better be alive Lexi, or I'll kill him myself!"
Ignoring the logical fallacy, Alexa immediately nodded. Way to kick off this year. Oh well.
5 minutes ago
Normal people like the kidnapper landed on their feet after apparition. Harry Potters of the world appeared in the air. 15 feet up above the height of the roofs.
And then try to fall to their deaths. Luckily, the man had chosen or been distracted into landing near the edge of whatever fucking rooftop he'd chosen, so as Harry was falling, he grabbed hold of a window ledge, almost pulling his arms off in the process.
Harry thought he heard a scream of pain from the man above. Splinching.
When James had given Harry the Potter Heir ring just after they returned from the holidays in Greenland (Jon really loved the cold places. They had nicknamed him Jon Snow for that.) Then he'd said that once worn, it couldn't ever be taken off his fingers and would only evolve upon Lordship.
As his fingers almost broke when Harry tried to pull himself up, he thought his father wrong. Somehow Harry pulled up and opened the window to climb inside whatever apartment it was. His fingers were on the verge of breaking so Blackflame or any weapon using triggers was out until he found some water to heal himself.
The room was small and untidy, with a single unkempt bed, clothes strewn about. [ Servants' quarters. Servants in New York? The boss is rich. Pale skin, that lack of common sence in aiming. He was a thrall. Which meant...]
The door to the room blasted open and in came a quite hot woman with pale skin, straight black hair and deep red eyes. She was frowning a bit and her eyes filled with anticipation on seeing him, licking her lips. The bad kind of anticipation.
She was about 5'7'', had just slightly long canines, white teeth and was barefoot, though that was justified.
"Vampires," returned Harry's mind, the words whispered into the air. "Um... some water, if you'll be so kind milady?"
"I'm afraid not. You're going to die now, kid. Drink the water in your after life," Harry thought she did look slightly amused though. The 'you're cute but I'll still have to kill you.'
"Bloody Hell, before I die, just lemme say you're very sexy."
Her anger vanished in a moment of Gratitude. "Awww... Thanks kid."
Then she lunged at him with her inch long nails, just as Harry dove out of the way, drawing out Blackflame in rod form in the same motion.
The vampire smiled and drew out two silver daggers. Just looking at her stance, Harry knew she was a natural, even without her enhanced reflexes, distracting beauty and resilient skin.
"Well fuck!"
He had only one chance. As she ran towards him, Harry threw the rod into the air, and it expanded into a sword midway to strike her in the chest...
...and fell down, useless like a frigging stick. Fuck. What now?
"Is it polite to ask what kills you, Mademoiselle?"
Another vampire had entered the room and now watched the duel interestedly. The woman said, "Staves through the heart. I'm head of operations here, kid. Tell me where the Veela is?"
"Somewhere safe no doubt. But what's your age, Lizzy, may I call you Lizzy, Lizzy?"
"Ivy. My name's Ivy. 378 years, 368 more than you'll ever live. And where's the Veela kid?"
"Must be with Jon, that lucky bastard. Not that you don't look good yourself, of course. So what did you sacrifice for your powers, Ivy?"
Ivy lunged lightning fast at Harry, who barely shifted out of the way and stumbled right into the path of the man, who he somehow kicked in the nuts. The man grimaced slightly but then didn't bother doing anything.
"Do you have any balls or not?"
"I don't. Converted vampires only have cocks."
"Well get some then. And what world offers unlimited sex, strength and speed and immortality for free. This is so unfair."
The man drew a sword out of his back and slashed down at him and Harry dove under his legs and out of the room, slightly unbalancing the male vampire along the way.
"Come back here, you pest!"
Yeah. He was angry.
In the living room, Harry saw a thrall, submissive Half-vampires created when weak willed humans are attacked, wearing a butler's uniform. He took the tray of food in his hand and flung it at Harry, who dived towords the couch, saving himself from killer trays.
"Intruder please appear for execution."
"Are you kidding me? That was worse than Jon at his worst."
"Tim, go away. This one's ours."
Harry glanced up and saw the vampires walking leisurely towards him as Tim went away.
He saw a jug of water on the coffee table and he let it fall on his hands right away.
As his healing work, Harry thought of a plan.
5 seconds later, Harry jumped over the couch, 3 feet into the air and landed directly on the male vampire. Then, in his classical technique, he drove 10 inches of Blackflame right down the male's eyes as the vamp screamed in pain, falling down and taking Harry with him.
"AAAAHHH," screamed Ivy in pain and rage as she threw one of her knives at him. And Harry promptly raised the convulsing body of the male vampire and the blade of silver went right through his throat.
The body stopped convulsing. The male was dead.
Ivy jumped towards the body as Harry jumped out of her way and began running towards the front door.
"No you DON'T you murderer!"
How bad does your life suck when a vampire is righteously angry at you? Pretty bad.
Harry saw her give the man's dead body a last kiss, (the kiss of death?) as his body turned to dust.
Harry dimly thought that the antique carpet was forever spoiled. Anyway, then she ran towards the running Harry and ran better for in seconds Harry Potter would find himself pinned against the wall beside front door, held tight by his neck as the girl began a monologue, her voice seething with rage.
"There are three bites we give, kid. The neck bite, where inject our venom into your veins to make thralls, the kiss of undeath, the true bite, where we inject our blood too to make the ordinary vampires. And the Kiss of Life, given only to those you both love and hate a lot, those mortally injured, to make the Demons of our world, born after a month of transition without any moral compunctions, and the sacrifice of a vampire's life. The pain will drive you mad. And you kid surely qualified for the third."
"So you half love me!"
"No, of course not. But I am very attracted to power, Harry Potter. I'm powerful myself you see. My father is the King of Vampires so that's a given."
A small part of his brain dimly noted that he fucking hated being an international celebrity. Everyone recognised him.
"Um... can we negotiate this whole kiss of life thing over tea... Tomorrow?"
"You killed my mate. I'll destroy you."
"Come on. You killed your mate. I just injured him."
She snarled and stabbed the silver knife through his heart.
When Harry talked of a kiss, he didn't mean Jon and Alexa's perfect New Year kiss, his half kiss with the Veela or even the kiss of death Ivy gave the vampire.
He meant the moment a girl kisses you very passionately as you are dying through a stab wound in the heart. Needless to say, it was a unique experience.
Meanwhile...
Alexa was crying. She was crying very hard. "He's dead! He's not coming back! Just because I kissed you! Harry! Come back Harry!"
"Alexa, he's Harry Potter. There's no way he'll die this easily."
Jon personally believed there may be a chance Harry was injured, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he died. Poor Lexi thought his death was her fault.
They were sitting on either side of a hospital bed, where they'd taken the drugged girl. Alexa had been crying for more than an hour.
The girl with pink hair in front of them had been drugged heavily. Jon would've asked a responsible citizen to call the authorities but she was a fucking Veela, so discretion was a must.
Jon thought she was beautiful. Light blue eyes, light pink shimmering hair, those angelic features looking so peaceful in her hospital clothes, cute nose, soft lips.
Harry would've detected his crush and teased him relentlessly about it. But there was no Harry.
And there was no fucking thing for Jon to do unless a lead popped into the air.
"How're the girls?"
"Fine."
Then Jon's brain registered that there really had been a pop and that this room was supposed to be empty.
So Jon glanced back and saw that there was indeed a wizard with his wand pointed at him.
And Jon smiled. A smile which would've sent shivers down any of his enemies' spines. Now here was something he could do. Fight and... interrogate.
Within a second, Jon's sword was in his right hand while his left upturned the bed, effectively creating a barrier between the girls and the man. The man's eyes widened in panic but the three spells he fired were all batted away by Jon's sword.
In this moment, Jon felt he could take down armies without a scratch.
The first slash of his sword cleaved through the man's wand's tip, the second through its handle, the third through his fingertips.
The man screamed in horror as blood squirted out through his fingers. Jon, uncaring for once, had already held him by his throat and pushed him into the floor after sweeping his legs off his feet in a single kick.
Then twisting his uninjured hand, Jon said, authority coating his voice.
"So, Mr Who-the-fuck-are-you-anyway?, this wound can kill you in minutes if left open. Still I've got Dittany, so you may live yet. So where's Harry Potter?"
"Damn that was hot." Jon glanced back. The Veela had woken up.
Is it pathetic, that he found this kiss the best kiss of his life? Here he was, dying of a stab wound as the woman who'd stabbed him was kissing him.
But she's doing to so well. Harry noted his blood was not rushing out of his heart, maybe his water elemental powers holding it back? It hurt a lot but Harry didn't care. He couldn't feel his senses dimming and the extreme pain of dying calmed him down.
Besides, the woman had about 350 years of experience, a very hot body and the passion was unmistakable. He'd known he looked good and his wand only increased the attraction.
So one hand in his unruly hair, the other round his neck, the girl's lips were wet with venom as she bit his lower lip again and again with her canines, injecting venom and into his bloodstream in copious amounts.
Harry would later read in the Lord Black's Library that it required the victim to be mortally wounded so that as his blood rushed out, the mutated venom could completely replace it.
Slowly and slowly, it would completely wipe out his own blood and with that, change his brain so much that it effectively became the host, while Harry Potter died.
The creation of true Demons.
But Harry's blood refused to part from his body. The venom entered his heart and clotted the cuts there, but his blood refused to bond with it as it should've naturally, as in water, Harry's genes ruled and blood had lots of water.
But Harry knew none of that. He only thought of how good the kiss was and that he'd love to do it again albeit without the stabbing bit. The wet biting part made it especially fun.
There was a smell of pheromones, and sweat and Harry knew they must've been kissing for minutes.
However, his smart side had thought of a solution to his predicament. Between kisses, he noted how he wasn't dying yet. So Harry began kissing back, lashing out with his tongue which then entered Ivy's mouth and his teeth now intermittently attacked her lips. They were taking breaths of air and diving right back in Harry having the time of his life.
Then he remembered this was supposed to be a mortal peril situation. So he thought on how to kill her, while kissing with vigor.
Harry summoned his sword to him at the same instant as he first tried to free himself.
The sword attacked her back, which caused no harm to her other than the tiny gasp of surprise and the slight loosening of her hold on him, which was all Harry needed to free both his hands, one landing on her ass while the other dug into his sling bag pulling out his wand.
Harry could cast no magic with it but he could do one thing. He took the wand and with all imaginable force, stabbed her in the heart with it, through the T-shirt.
And she let out a gasp, as Harry went on kissing her, dimly feeling his canines grow longer and lengthen slightly, his tongue increasing in size and thinning, his skin paling slightly, his cheekbones rising higher and his blood went on flowing in his body, now half silver mirror coloured, half red.
Ivy's eyes widened in surprise, perhaps because of the extreme pain she must be under. Harry knew it hurt a lot. Since it did pass through her skin, he breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed her ass and held her tight and rotated her so that it was now her against the wall, now softly kissing her puffy lips as her body continued to lose strength.
Harry's wand was meanwhile siphoning the venom out of her body which went weaker and weaker.
When they paused to take a breath, Harry asked, staring into her eyes, "How many other vampires are here?" Harry had deduced about 6-7 people stayed here. And he was sure there were only 2 vampires.
Her voice was breathy, and rushing as if to answer as fast as possible. "Just us two, with three thralls, three trafficked magicals for dad, the fourth pending capture when you came."
"Good girl. Now what did you try to do to me, my dear?"
"I tried to-to curse you into a demon. Extremely powerful vampires with no morality, created after a month long incubation period, loyal to their creators. I-It would be a fitting punishment for killing my lover."
The wand was glowing silvery purple when he pulled it out of her chest, quite surprised when the chest wound just closed up and the force field around Harry had increased in strength quite a lot.
Harry looked at the girl, looking to be about 18 now, "Is that so? Then something thankfully happened that saved me. Say, can I go to the roof Ivy?"
When they reached the neighborhood, Alexa was the one to spot the bonfire. "Harry Potter. No one else would be mad enough to set up a fire on the roof and the top floor just to send a signal."
Hedwig was unavailable as she'd gone to a bird orgy that Harry thought was a fest. Poor boy. She had tear tracts down her cheeks as the three walked towards the burning building and was tired from all the walking from. the subway.
Harry was waiting 100 feet away the base, a teen girl sleeping beside him on a chair as a fire engine worked on the apartment. Alexa ran to him and hugged him hard. He let her do so and then Harry held her at an arm's length and scrutinized her. Alexa thought he looked taller and sharper? His skin, generally tanned in the sun looked naturally pale now, his eyes glowing green. He looked even better then he did before, his hair unruly as ever.
After he seemed satisfied that she was uninjured, he smiled that knowing smile to himself and pointed at the girl.
"This is Ivy. She was a vampire princess, daughter to that Dracula guy, 378, tried to kill me by kissing me but I stabbed her with my wand."
He held out his Holly wand.
"Now, however, she's quite repentant about what she did. I've found and killed her 3 thralls and one boyfriend, blown up her house and taken all her money, which I gave up to the three hostages she'd kept. So should we kill her too or is this enough?"
"Wait! She tried to kill you by kissing you?" That bitch. How dare her try to harm Harry in such an insidious way.
"Yup. Very well too. French with lip biting."
"Fucking Kill that cunt but wait for some time and hide the body well. I get the killing part. I mean everyone wants to kill you Harry, but why did she kiss you? And I've heard this Count Dracula is serious business. And about the Veela you'll surely want, Jon's told her you're Gay. So don't mention how much you liked the kiss."
"Oh boy. I'll tell you all about that. Trust me it was something."
Harry looked behind her and whistled at the girl with Jon, both standing 25 feet away, quietly talking, letting them have their moment. Alexa suddenly had the impulse to make that Veela crash into the nearby Lorry. How dare she... be so...so... attractive.
Then as she saw the sudden mischief on Harry's face, she knew Jon was going to regret it. And maybe she was too.
"So he's Gay?"
"Definitely." There was no way in hell he'd let Harry sink his claws into poor, innocent and if he was honest, extremely sexy Annika. Ignoring the pun, this bird was his.
"Isn't he a bit young to be... you know?"
"Thinking of such things? Oh no. He ran from a prison where his best friend was a deranged schizophrenic sociopath with etiquette issues. Trust me, she taught him a lot of bad things." Hedwig was quite a lot of those things and phoenixes could be vicious.
"Jon. You're his best friend. And you've been quite prim and proper with me. And bad things. Well maybe he could teach me some bad things. I'm willing to learn."
'Fuck I didn't see that.' "When he was six, she helped him crash a limo."
"Ok Jon. That's definitely Perry Hatter's story. Your friend may be cool but no one's that cool. And he's now whistling at me. And he doesn't look Gay at all. In fact, I may just thank him a bit by kissing the daylights out of him. So cute too."
Jon wondered why nobody thought Harry Potter could Perry Hatter. He gave up.
Jon glanced at Harry. What the Fuck was he doing that made the girls act like this anyway? Harry had been trained by the prostitutes of London for years but this was getting ridiculous. 'He's so hot, he's so cool.' Everyone was saying that.
Then Harry woke up the girl on the chair by a single tap on the head, raised her up by his hand and kissed her. And how he kissed her. There was lip biting, dueling of tongues, and squeezing of behinds and the girl, almost as hot as Annika, was a very willing participant.
Alexa looked as if she couldn't decide whether to incenerate the girl to ashes with her eyes or grab Harry and join in. Jon glanced at Annika and saw her literally drooling at the sight.
Then she looked around and saw Jon, and sending him an apologetic look for a second, took a step towards him and as soon as he was in her arm's reach, cupping his face, connected her lips to his neck... and bit.
Jon knew to would form a mark, maybe even scar, knew he was perhaps only Harry's replacement, knew he'd never stood a chance with her, but as the sexiest girl he'd ever seen eagerly snogged him, her lips tasting of strawberries, he found he didn't care.
When came back for breath, god knew how long after, Annika looked at him apologetically, "Alexa told me you were Gay Jon. I can certainly see your attraction towards Harry. So thanks a lot for withstanding my assault. But I must be a bearer of bad news too, Jon. There's no way on Earth Harry Potter is interested in you after what I just saw there."
Then she patted his cheek, kissed him on the lips and walked away.
Jon vowed Allesandra would die a long and torturous death.
In the distance, the sun rose into the sky for the first time in 1991.
Though it took some time, they finally reached their Hotel rooms, Harry leaving Ivy behind to stay in her flat. They'd had a good time trying to kill each other, a better time trying to kiss each other but there was no way either could trust or even respect the other.
They had parted on friendly terms with a last minute kiss thrown in.
Jon wanted to talk to Alexa about something. So Annika was alone in a room with Harry. She appeared quite pleased with it too.
Harry didn't believe in anything above comfort. He almost always wore v necks, with an accompanying leather jacket now and then according to the temperature.
Currently, he was sweating due to the tension in the room.
So, he relieved it by observing listing the observations had made on Annika.
"13 years old, trained in wanded magic, new to New York, estranged from your parents, an Artist of the fine arts of sculpture, a fine dancer, you come from a rich family, yet had been kidnapped for a long time, possibly a month. You don't really like your home country, are even ashamed of it, perhaps. You like American fast food but are reluctant to admit it."
"Impresssive, 'arry."
"The accent won't work on me and neither will the temptations of a kiss. You're too young to really attempt reverse suduction dear Annika."
"Zat is zo sad. I zought we 'ad a chance, 'arry." Now the accent was working on him. She then ran the fingers of her right hand across the skin of his left.
Her hair began shimmering and suddenly Harry's brain was hit with the full force of her veela aura. And it was very strong. His logical side reported that if a Veela was willing to use her aura and a fake sexy accent for him, he was a fool to reject it. She really really liked him.
But Jon was his best friend too.
Annika took hold of his arm with both her hands and rested her head on his right shoulder. Her breath came in small whispers, the only movement in her body orher than the tiny motions her fingertips made on his skin.
Harry knew it was Forbidden. And wrong. And Betrayal of his friend's trust. And he knew she liked him much more than Jon. Had he met Jon within an year, it would've been no contest, even without the allure constantly attacking at the ocean that was his mind.
But now?
Harry freed her hold on him, took out his wand and took hold of both her hands placing the wand between them. She just watched on curiously. His voice was soft when he said, "What's the colour of my wand, Annika?"
"Dark Brown. But why do you ask?"
He looked up into her eyes, which he knew must be the colour of the Killing Curse to her and answered, though hesitant slightly,
"Nothing, just confuse the shades sometimes. I have a final deduction to make Annika. I have observed y-you h-have feelings for Jon and you were trying to make him feel jealous by teasing him with me. I-i don't think you need to do this anymore. H-he likes y-ou too."
Something passed through her eyes and when she replied Annika's face appeared slightly melancholic, "Its fine Harry. You're like a genius, finding these things so quickly."
Harry nodded and leant forward, hugged her lightly as if afraid of breaking her and then released her.
Before she could speak another word, he had opened the door and ran towards Jon's room. He opened it without knocking, opening it to find them stopping mid laugh, talking to each other.
"I have to go. I forgot something at the Vampire base."
"Let me come with you then," Jon immediately offered.
"No. This one thing I must do on my own."
They both nodded in acceptance and then Harry lightly shut the door and ran away like the coward he was.
He paused at a mirror on the corridor, and looked at himself, the 10 year old in a v-neck blue T-shirt and black jeans, the stick in his hand continuously giving off a deathly purple glow, the exact same colour as his eyes.
He closed his eyes and then looked ahead. He needed answers.
15 Seconds Later
The door to the room opened without a knock. In came Jon and Alexa, rushed in just as Annika was going to sleep.
Alexa was speaking before the door had completed its motion, faster than she'd ever heard her. "Harry has gone to do something. We're following him. Call for our American elf Apples if you need anything. The Hotel is booked for months. Take care."
An Elf appeared in the middle of the room as soon as she spoke 'Apples.' He was dressed in a Mexican costume, complete with shirt, trousers and straps, an apple where he should holster his gun.
Alexa nodded at her and she was gone, running in seconds. Jon had an intense look on his face as he unshethed his sword and nodded at her once. Then he was off too.
Annika thought she really liked that look on his face. Sleep would be hard to come today, she thought, shutting the door. She had always thought Jon was good looking, almost like a noble warrior prince with acquired charm, a nice calm contrast to Harry's Enthusiastic genius heroism.
But since Harry had told her she liked him, deep in her mind she suddenly knew it was true, that she liked noble warriors like Jon, not Harry's exited heroism and caring genius.
As her right hand went down under, her left touching her nipples, she moaned into the pillow and started the rotations of her fingers, her thoughts on her knight.
Following Harry had been difficult today. He was moving quicker than the rampaging bull, taking buses, going through subways at a very agitated pace, but so naturally as if born in New York.
As soon as he'd left, Jon knew something was up. Harry could easily read his face and knew when he was lying. But he hadn't even paused at the reluctance of Jon's acceptance of his going alone. This was serious.
Their hotel room was in downtown Manhattan. The appartment was in Queens.
The sun was setting by the time they reached their destination.
The appartment looked the same as the one they'd left as Jon noted as the three ran up the stairs but quieter. The firefighters must have evacuated the residents to stop the any incidental spread of the fire.
As he reached the top, Jon saw Harry cut open the door with Blackflame without missing a beat, kicked open the door and rushed into the room, all the while shouting, "What the fuck did you do to me, Ivy?"
Jon noticed a 16 year old boy in a white shirt was sitting on the couch, his arms thrown over the couch casually as he spoke something to Ivy, sitting on a wooden chair, her back facing the door. His eyes glanced at Harry, charging in with his sword drawn and he raised a single hand.
And at once 20 or so Vampires filled the room all with their blades and wands drawn.
Harry looked at the threat, sighed and threw away his sword. Jon, not wanting Harry to die threw off his cloak exposing Alexa and himself and charged at the neare—
Harry took a look at Jon's unconscious body, at Alexa lying unconscious beside him and understood just how far gone he had been to not even think of them following him, nor noticing the signs of an invisible follower. He closed his eyes, ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath.
Then he observed the room for 10 seconds, thought over his situation and came with a plan. He adressed a boy, bowing down almost imperceptibly.
"Do I have the pleasure of addressing Count Vlad Dracula, King of Vampires and other fucking bloodsuckers?"
The boy spoke in a whisper that was still well audible throughout the room as if the wind was carrying the sound to everyone's ears, "You do."
"Drac... may I call you Drac, Drac?" The gaurds tensed and readied to attack him but the boy shook his head. The boy thought over this and shrugged after a moment's contemplation. Harry meanwhile put his hand in his sling bag and ignoring the gaurds, pulled out his armchair, the one he preferred since he'd first sat on it years ago in the Black Tent(TM), made of vinatage dragon leather which would incidentally protect him from most spells or blades.
He sat down on it, facing Drac. Harry knew he'd just made himself more than equal to King Dracula. He hid a smile.
"So Drac, I've been having a very Fucking bad day today and Hedwig Abort 08!" Hedwig, that loyal loyal bird flames in and took hold of Jon and Alexa. Then, she carried them away to somewhere safe in the about 15 mile radius. Harry would have to retrieve them later. It would take Hedwig an hour to be ready to flame Harry. He just had to survive until then.
Looking at the face of the 20 deadly Vampire gaurds, it was looking highly unlikely now.
Drac's eyes widened in surprise and he rose up from his couch, his features contorting in rage, ready to yell at Harry and cause a teenage tantrum, his hands spread into the air, like the evil teen king he was.
"I am Vlad Dracula the Impaler himself. I allowed you your monologue, the best chair in the room, permission to call me Drac! Who the Fuck calls me Drac? You've made my daughter a mortal, stolen my Veela.How DARE you steal my Hostages, you Motherfucker! I hadn't even made my Supervillainous proclamation! Lets just Kill this Bastard!"
As soon as he began his 'scary monologue', Harry knew it was time to leave. He put the armchair back in his sling bag, took out his T-shirt and moved towards where Ivy was sitting and kissed her, biting her lower lip and reveling in the tangy taste.
"I'll get you out of here," his voice reassuring as he summoned the hiking rope he carried with him out of the pouch. Then he stood up just as Drac gave the kill order, summoned his sword from where it was thrown behind the King of Vampires, who shouted as he fell. Then he ran across the room, straight towards the window, his hands tying the rope round the grip of his sword, just as spells started flying towards him.
As he ducked past another spell he saw something shiny! He immediately picked it up and thrust it in his pocket.
Throwing open the panes, he jumped out, grabbing a window ledge the second time in as many days, this time with only one hand.
He swung down, the other hand thrusting the sword into the sword deep into the brick structure. He heard a scream of rage from above as he saw the first Vampire gaurd appear above him and holding the rope tightly with his T shirt wrapped hands, he jumped down.
The gaurd pointed his wand at the falling Harry, the rope cutting through the T-shirt and he saw a single flash of light purple rush towards him, a moment before he felt the cut open up on his shoulders.
He had fallen to the first floor by now, only the rope saving his life at this speed. Unless he received lots of water immediately, Harry Potter was dead meat.
Then he saw a Taxi cab speeding through, down there on the street, its shades down. And blessing his luck, he grabbed the rope and calculated the trajectory and jumped.
Mark Richards, 25, was driving at maximum permissible speed down the Queens street, humming a merry tune. The windows were open and the wind was rushing through his hair. That was when the most incredible 10 minutes of his life began.
When he'd opened the passenger side windows, it was to get more air, not so a fucking barechested but quite muscular ten year old could swing in through the window of a moving car, all the while screaming, "WhooHoo..."
His hair looked quite well ruffled, as if he'd run a marathon, there was a huge cut on his right shoulder and as he thrust out his uninjured arm out of the cab and something golden impacted against it, something quite larger than the small rod he brought in.
"Don't stare you fucking idiot. You'll crash your cab."
Mark saw that he was indeed veering off the road and corrected the course.
"Ok. Sure you don't want to go to the hospital? Seatbelt."
"No. And I'll kill my shoulder if I you the seatbelt, you fucking moron. I'm Spiderman, by the way. No, make that Spider-Boy. Nice to meet you. Now get me to the nearest seashore, beach, river or whatever water body you people have as fast as humanly possible and I'll give you this."
Mark looked at the 100 dollar note practically screaming Easy money and pressed down on the throttle. Off they went speeding through the city streets.
Then suddenly the boy glanced back at the 25 something female passenger in the backseat. He observed her shocked countenance for a few seconds. Mark observed the conversation out of the corner of his eyes.
"Sorry for... hijacking the cab Mademoiselle. It was an emergency. I however recommend that you dump the boy you're dating for he certainly doesn't deserve your company if he hurts you so much. And be strong. You're an independent lady. Remember your mother, Mademoiselle and how her sacrifices made your life worth living."
The woman was now openly gaping, considering the advice and blushing at the boy, all at the same time. "How did you... "
"I know many things Mademoiselle. I certainly know the pleasure of your company cannot be bought by money. Conversation, however, breaks the ice very well."
Then he glanced behind her at the two Aston Martins following him. "Mark, frankly speaking, I'm being followed by gangsters. You might want to increase the speed a bit."
Mark valued his life. He sped up. Then the boy took out a grenade?! and hurled it at the following cars. Instead of an explosion, there was just a lot of smoke. There was a sound of crashing vehicles as the boy whooped with his uninjured hand, "You take that Bloodsuckers!"
They were approaching the shore now. The boy dabbed at the wound, which he noted was very deep.
"Mark, if you want to date her, just ask. She won't refuse... Well probably won't," he whispered to him. Then he extended his uninjured arm back towards the lady, who somehow understood and extended a right hand, palms down.
And he kissed her hand as if it were a treasure, worshipping it and licking it a bit with tip of his tongue and leaving the lady blushing furiously, after which, on seeing his destination, he opened the door of the moving cab and shouted at Mark, "Do something about your Hair! It sucks."
Then he jumped out the cab, which was taking a turn, using the centrifugal force to
dive directly into the Hudson.
The cab sped on, the speed accidentally shutting the door, as the woman asked, "Did that really just happen?"
Mark was feeling self-conscious, "Is my hair really that bad?"
"Truly speaking, that style just doesn't suit you. Otherwise, you look quite fetching actually."
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
The Hudson, like all other rivers, didn't disappoint Harry. He was currently fully healed and standing over the bodies of his two unconscious friends, brought here by Hedwig after swimming underwater for 40 minutes.
A note of information had been written and now Harry stood over Jon's body, ready wake him up. "Enneverate."
The Enneveration spell and the Finite both simply overpower the magical energy of a Spell. A vampire's stupefy was powerful enough to use the whole of Harry's core but as he succumbed to exhaustion, he was happy to see that atleast Jon had woken up.
He knew Jon would complete the task Harry had started. He had complete faith in him. Maybe. Aleast Jon coouuullll...
Then world faded to Black.
Jon,
Stab him with my wand and save Ivy.
Harry.
P.S.1 Save Annika too.
P.S.2 I have complete faith in you, Jon. Ok maybe not complete but I almost definitely havea partial faith... maybe. Good Luck!
Jon stared at the note in his hand and at the magically exhausted Harry and picked up his wand.
Or atleast tried to, before it almost burned his hand. Harry, that son of a bitch, had given him one tip. And that tip had just rejected him. However, he had to save the two girls.
Hedwig was currently sleeping tired from the Orgy Jon knew she'd gone to. Harry was sleeping of exhaustion. Alexa was stunned. So he had to do everything himself now.
"Oh well!"
