Lily softly ran her hands through Harry's hair, running her fingers through his wild locks filled her with a sense of peace and love that would forever fill her with happiness and satisfaction, despite what both of them were.
Harry was currently softly kissing and nuzzling into her neck, while Lily sat in her sons lap, her legs wrapped around his torso, her arms around his neck, hands in his hair. Harry was sniffing her blood, the sound of the blood rushing through her veins an appetizing meal for him. He had both of his hands solidly squeezing her arse through her jeans, pulling her body closer to his as she grinded down on his hardness.
This had been going on for some time now, when Harry was younger, their feeding sessions were unattached and inevitable, but with time they both grew to accept their vampire ways, with feeding becoming more and more a loving embrace with a person they loved rather than a satisfying of a bloodlust.
Lily was so thankful for her son, despite the turning of that fateful night when Voldemort had his Vampire minion, Orpheus, turn Lily, to torture her into living in an eternity where her children were killed in front of her.
When Voldemort's killing curse rebounded off of Harry's forehead, Orpheus pounced on an unconscious Harry, the 18 month old child barely surviving the turning. It took all of Lily's healing capabilities and the drive of a mother saving her child to keep her Harry alive, but when Harry opened his eyes, his green eyes met her matching one, filled with love and confusion, Lily cried, hugging her son to her chest.
With James dead, Harry a young vampire, and Rose's new born cries, while dealing with her own turning, it took a while for Lily to fully come to terms with how her life had so drastically changed, but now, feeling so absolutely close to her son, both physically, emotionally and psychologically, she could not find herself to regret it.
That was something that surprised Lily about being a vampire, sharing blood with another gave you an immediate connection to the person, reading the books written by experts on the connection, it was the shared blood in each other's bodies that brought them closer, and it created a feeling of dependency on said person, due to them saying the natural craving every vampire desired.
Since Harry and Lily have been keeping their vampiric ways secret, they have only been feeding from each other.
It was a surprise to Lily that she kept her magic after she turned, and through her teachings she knew that Harry had also kept his magic, and made for a powerful wizard.
The rumours that Vampires lost their magic entirely was strange, as Lily still performed magic everyday, she guessed that most Vampires were born Squibs, or that they were born without magic and then were turned by a vampire.
Either way, with her keeping her vampire state a secret, she did not have the resources to deeply research the notion, she would have to wait until she came out publicly, to try and prove the rumours wrong.
As weird as it was, Lily felt a duty to the vampires now, as she was one herself, and with Harry growing as one, she wished to change the stigma around vampires, that not all were evil, bloodthirsty savages. She wished to establish herself as a good person, a good mother and a good example for her children before she came out as a vampire, to prove to society that they were better than everyone expected.
Pulling her from her thoughts, Harry placed a few more soft kisses on her neck, before extending his fangs and rubbing them along the skin of her neck. This was his version of teasing her and Lily gently pushed his head into her neck, wishing he would just give her the pleasure of his bite.
"Harry, if you do not want to drink, we can do this another time?"
Harry's eyes widened drastically, before he mumbled against her skin, "Sorry Mama,"
His breath tickling her skin has Lily feel the arousal shoot through her stomach and to her sex, she thrust her hips, sliding her covered sex along her sons hardness.
Harry moaned erotically, before giving in and piercing Lily's vein with his fangs.
Pleasure spiked through her whole body, the feeling of the fangs splitting her skin gave her a pleasurable hurt, before it would be gently soothed with Harry's sucking.
Lust shot straight through her, and Harry's hands tightened on her backside as he continued to drink from her. Lily felt like her skin was on fire, every time they did this it seemed to get better and better.
Harry pulled a few deep gulps of her blood, eagerly drinking the fluid, before Lily composed herself and let her fangs loose. Gently brushing them against Harry's neck, he tilted his head to the side slightly, knowing she would be drinking from him in a few moments.
Lily did not tease as Harry did, simply guiding her fangs into her boys neck, feeling his blood rush onto her fangs and into her mouth. To describe the taste would be meaningless as there was no way to describe the emotions that drinking from her son provoked.
This time, Harry's hips thrusted and he guided Lily's arse to continue to grind onto each other. He pulled his fangs from her, gently licking and kissing the two small holes to heal them, before he rested his head on Lily's shoulder, kindly waiting for her to finish.
Lily's cunt was wet, her arousal flaming through her, her sons manhood was thick and hard between her legs, while his blood flooded her mouth. The sensation creating shivers through her body as she poured her love and affection into the intimate act, which Harry reciprocated, pushing his aura out to her as their magic intertwined with one another even further than it already was.
After having her own fill, Lily pulled her fangs from Harry's neck, doing the same he did, licking and kissing the bite to soothe the hurt, and healing the broken skin.
Pulling back to make eye contact, Harry's eyes shined with love and affection, and without the gentle thirst that had been prevalent that morning.
Lily leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to her son's lip, this was her favourite part of these moments, where they each had each other's blood on their lips, and they would kiss gently for a few moments, nothing too serious, just some playful pecks that allowed the other to taste the blood on the others lips.
The kisses and the sexual vibes only started two or three years ago, when Harry was younger, the act of drinking only came mechanically to each of them, but with Harry hitting puberty and his recognition of women, his sexual orientation became prevalent, and despite being his Mother, Lily could not exactly put a stop to it, with the feelings they two had felt from drinking from one another.
Harry was 15 now, and was leaving to start at his first year of Hogwarts, The day that he would be leaving was coming quickly, and Lily had yet to decide on how to proceed with Harry's bloodlust.
The two of them had drank each other's blood bi-weekly for years now, it was routine, and often something that Lily looked forward to, but now that Harry was going to Hogwarts, he would need to find someone new to drink from, while Lily needed to find someone as well.
With Rose being a year behind Harry, it is not as if Lily could leave her to go to Hogwarts two times a month to drink from Harry, that just would not be attainable. Lily had put some thought into it, and she figured that if she told someone about it at Hogwarts, someone she trusted, that they would help Harry find a solution to his problem.
The problem was finding the person she trusted. If she told Severus, he would look at her son differently, she would never look at him the same after he called her a 'mudblood'.
Dumbledore was certainly off the list, he was the least trustworthy person in Lily's life, convincing her and James to go into hiding got him killed, along with Peter's betrayal, she would never seek comfort or wisdom from the 'Great' Albus Dumbledore.
Lastly was Sirius, but as the professor of Defence against the Dark Arts, he seemed to be a good pick, but Sirius was Sirius and barely took anything seriously. He was more than likely to accidentally spill the secret than any other person she knew.
Lastly, Minerva came to mind, and with that came Lily's only logical choice. A professor she trusted with her son, a good woman and a smart woman, who had helped during the war and was powerful enough to defend Harry from people with a certain mindset towards Vampires. Minerva was also capable of keeping secrets, the only thing Lily would have to gamble on is her loyalty to Dumbledore, that Minerva's moral compass in doing the right thing for her son was greater than her loyalty to the headmaster.
Peeling away from their soft kiss, Harry's eyes shone with happiness and adoration, causing Lily to smile softly at her boy. Removing her legs from around his waist, and giving him a gentle peck on the forehead, right where his scar sat, Lily stood on shaky legs.
Noticing her slight imbalance Harry questioned, "you alright mum? I didn't drink too much did I?"
Lily smiled, the concern in his voice was touching, "no lovey, my legs are shaky for a different reason."
Harry stared blankly for a second before his eyes reacted, understanding what Lily was hinting at he blushed slightly, a coy smile on his face. "If i were standing, my legs would be shaky too mama."
Lily laughed at his words, her own blush painted her cheeks, reaching down to run a hand through Harry's hair, "I love you Harry, and I'm going to miss you so much when you go to school."
Harry stood, his manhood was still very hard, not bothering to hide it from her view, he stepped towards her, bringing her into an embrace that soothed both of their anxieties about separating, "you will have Rose here with you mama, and I'll be meeting plenty of new friends, I'm going to miss you too, but I'm older than you when you started at Hogwarts."
Lily nodded into Harry's shoulder, he was nearly six inches taller than her short frame of 5 foot 4, and at only 14 he still had some growing to do, it seemed like he was going to be as tall as his Father, and with the Vampiric sharpness edging his features, made him devastatingly handsome.
Harry's smile will woo half of the girls at Hogwarts, Lily trusted him to be discrete about his capabilities, and his status as a Vampire, but when he trusted a lady enough to finally indulge her in his secret, Lily had no doubt that the girl would gladly share her blood with him.
Lily knew she let Sirius' influence get too far when Harry reached down to grab at her arse, he smirked at Lily's angry look, "plus, if you ever need to feed, Hogwarts is only an apparition away."
Lily rolled her eyes, "you better treat the girls you meet with respect, I do not want any sexual harassment cases linked with your name." Her voice came out heatedly, with a motherly tone, making sure her words were remembered.
Harry sighed, removing his hand from her arse, he sadly looked down at his feet, "of course Mother."
Lily's heartstrings pulled, setting a finger beneath his chin so their eyes met again, she smiled, "but I do want you to have fun," at Harry's eyebrows shooting to his hairline, Lily continued in a slight panic, "responsibly! I want you to responsibly have fun."
Harry's laugh was music to her ears, he wrapped his arms around her again, placing a kiss to her temple, "of course Mother, I will not disappoint you."
Lily nodded, "good," pushing him away, "now off to bed, we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow for your supplies."
Harry smiled at her, "good night mama," he said sweetly before turning the other direction.
Sighing to herself, Lily made her way to her desk, her arousal was still slightly high from the feeding, but she kept control of her lust, dipping her quill into the ink, she penned her letter to Minerva.
Waking up after having a lovely sleep, Harry smiled, he always did sleep better with a belly full of his Mother's blood.
What was different about today was that Harry felt a soft warmth from beside him, an arm and leg thrown over his body, and a dark red head of hair was currently messily pushed across his chest.
Shifting slightly, so that Rose would not feel his morning hardness, his arm pushed into her soft skin, he smiled as Rose tightened her grip on him, but luckily her wandering hands did not go anywhere near his hard cock.
Harry relaxed into her embrace, just casually waiting for his little sister to wake so she can explain why she was in his bed.
Closing his eyes again, Harry willed his erection to soften, he reached a hand around Rose to pull her closer to him, snuggling into the soft hair on her head.
His movements were not too smooth, and Harry recognized the shifting of her breathing, meaning she was waking.
"G'morning Sis," he said softly, placing a soft kiss to her hair.
Rose groaned, she rubbed her hand across Harry's stomach to wipe at her eyes. "Morning." She said grumpily. Harry smiled, Rose has never been a morning person.
"want to explain to me why you're in my bed?" Harry said, gently urging an explanation from Rose.
Rose eyes raised to meet Harry's, her hazel eyes meeting his green, but instead of answering she ducked down under the covers, obviously embarrassed of the reasoning behind seeking comfort in her brothers bed. Harry chuckled at her childishness, he pushed the covers down, and Rose fought him, struggling to keep them above her head.
It became a battle of strength, and Harry being the elder, easily overpowered his little sister. Rose tried to hide herself with her arms, folding them over her face while rolling away from Harry.
All that did was give Harry a better view of her body, she was dressed in a light tank top and sleep shorts, as she rolled away from him, Harry got a decent view of her chest, before she rolled on top of it, but then it displayed that lovely arse of hers, the sleep shorts barely covering the bottom of her perky cheeks.
Smiling, Harry stood, quickly pulling on a pair of pajama pants before walking into his shower, "if you don't want to tell me that's fine, I slept well, even with your loud pig like snoring."
Closing the door to the bathroom, he heard a pillow hit the other side of the door, a loud band sounding followed by an angry "Harry!"
Harry strode through the Leaky Cauldron with his Mother and sister, this was a regular occurrence, but it still shocked him to see people looking at him with awe and clear recognition because of his actions when he was a child. I mean, he never actually did anything to kill Voldemort? All he did was take a killing curse to the forehead.
Either way it made him and his family very famous, and with fame came nosy people, hence the obvious staring whenever they went places.
Harry nodded at Tom the bartender, his Mother giving a slight wave while Rose smiled at the large man. Heading through the brickwork to Diagon Alley, the three Potters walked into the shops, picking up the Hogwarts necessities for Harry, a chest, robes, dress robes, and the orderly items for his education, books, textbooks, quills and ink and such.
Harry hated shopping, but spending some time with his Mother and Sister before he was to be departing was welcome time spent. The odd looks and weird fan interactions were worth it, especially since Mama limited the amount of time outside the house to limit the people who could find out they were Vampires. Harry laughed at that notion internally, there was literally nothing different about him compared to any other boy his age, at least physically. Mentally he was leagues ahead, one of the benefits to being a vampire was the natural maturity it brought, along with the memory he now possessed. Vampires were immortal, but they grew quicker than humans, meaning that Harry at 14, was more like 16. It was something that was normally overlooked, as Vampires lived forever, but it was something he noticed and had shared with his Mother.
Walking through Diagon Alley was also a bit of an enigma for vampires, as the sunlight shining through the clouds was warm on his skin. It was a myth that all vampires were affected by sunlight, as Harry and his Mother felt fine in the face of the sun. They had no idea why or how, but they were immune to it. Harry knew that his Mother was planning on researching their similarities and differences
nevertheless, Harry and Lily were immune to the sun, and needed no type of covering on their skin for the UV rays.
Walking into Ollivander's, Harry was surprised to see that the shop was slightly crowded, it was the last weekend before the train to Hogwarts, so this was only going to be a natural occurrence.
Harry followed Lily and Rose to a quiet corner, waiting their turn for the attention of Ollivander, the wand maker. He saw them walk in and gave a gentle wave and smile of recognition to Lily, which she shyly returned.
"This might take a while, wands are tricky to find the perfect match." Lily said, informing her children.
Harry nodded, but tuned out his Mother and Sister as they started to speak about shopping, and what other stores they still needed to visit.
Looking around the shop, Harry watched as there were some other peers his age waiting too. An older, stern looking woman with red hair had her hands gently set on a younger girls shoulders. Their hair was matching and were clearly family with their comfort in one another.
Another boy and his Dad were sitting in the shop, the Father had darker hair, but was balding, while the son had bright red hair and a rat in his hand.
The last family was a mother and son, they each had a slightly darker skin tone, the son had dark black shortly cropped hair, while the Mother was a stunning woman, with long silky hair down her lovely curves. Harry had trouble looking away from her.
He felt a slap on his shoulder from his Mother, she whispered quietly, "it is rude to stare."
Harry smirked, "not staring, admiring."
Lily rolled her eyes fondly, while Rose snorted.
Nodding towards the red head and his Father, Lily spoke, "that is Arthur and Ron Weasley, a light family that has a history of being Gryffindors. You should go speak to him and make friends."
Harry turned his eyes towards his Mother, turning his eyes dryly he spoke, "I think You're pushing me towards the wrong red head."
Lily slapped his shoulder, "that's Amelia Bones, the head of the Auror corps. You really want to flirt with her niece in front of her?"
Rose laughed, then chimed in, "you're an idiot Harry."
Harry stuck his tongue out at Rose who smiled fondly.
Giving him a stern look, Lily ordered him, "Go!"
Sighing, Harry rose from his seat, walking towards the Weasley, the Father noticed him first and gave him a welcoming look. "Good morning lad, you getting your first wand as well?" Arthur spoke kindly.
Smiling charmingly, Harry put his hand out for the Dad to shake. "Yep, going to Hogwarts for my first year, I'm Harry."
As soon as Harry spoke his name, the red head's eyes widened, "Harry? As in Harry Potter? The boy who lived?"
His Dad quickly chastised the boy for being impolite but introduced himself. "I'm Arthur and this is Ron, Ron here is the same age as you,"
Harry put his hand out for the boy to shake, which he quickly did. His palms were sweaty, which felt terrible on Harry's skin, his heightened vampire sense of touch hating the feeling.
"That's the scar? Why does everyone think it's so awful? It looks cool to me." Ron said loudly, scaring his rat into hiding in its pocket.
Harry looked at Arthur, who looked entirely embarrassed by his sons words.
"Yeah, the scar I got when my Father died is really cool." Harry said dryly.
Ron's eyes widened in shock, before he mumbled slowly, "sorry."
Arthur shook his head at his son. "James was a good man, and a good friend towards the end, it is good to see parts of him in you."
Smiling, Harry nodded at Arthur before he heard his name called behind him. Turning to see his Mother waving him over with a smile, beside her was a small family of blondes, a mother and two daughters.
Saying a quick goodbye to Arthur and Ron, Harry walked over to his family.
"Harry," his Mother came over and wrapped an arm around his waist. "This is Elizabeth Greengrass, an old friend of mine from Hogwarts."
Harry smiled at her sweetly. She was beautiful, her face angular, yet kind. An old sophisticated beauty that intrigued him. Taking her hand and placing a kiss to her knuckles. Harry spoke "lovely to meet you Lady Greengrass." She smelt of a lovely perfume, mixed with happy pheromones. His vampire senses were able to pickup on minuscule actions by a human. He could hear their heartbeats, smell their pheromones, their blood, and his touch was more sensitive to skin. The kiss to her knuckles was pleasant compared to the sweaty hand of the younger Weasley.
Elizabeth ran a hand along his cheek, speaking passed Harry to Lily, "Goodness, he looks like James. Can even see a little bit of the black genes in him."
Lily smiled, tightening her arm around his waist. "Yep, that's my Harry."
Stepping to the side, Lily spoke again, "and these are her daughters, Daphne and Astoria."
Astoria was speaking with Rose, the two seeming to become quick friends with how quick the two of them were speaking. Daphne was facing him though, and she looked exactly like her Mother, just with darker brown hair and without the age lines on her face.
Harry was momentarily stunned by the brightness of her blue eyes, they were like two jewels shining in the sun that reflected emotion. They were incredible.
Her heartbeat sped up slightly, and her pheromones quickly released the smell of arousal into the air. Harry felt his Mother's hand tighten slightly, urging him to behave.
Taking her hand, Harry placed another soft kiss to her knuckles, "lovely to meet you as well Daphne."
Her smile was sharp. "Not as lovely as it is to meet the 'famous' boy who lived." Harry knew that she was nervous and anxious due to her quickening heartbeat, so it was nice to see her being so cool and composed despite of it.
Harry smiled bright, the sarcasm in her voice was obvious, and it made him feel good that she was looking past his famous persona.
Harry stage whispered, "don't tell anyone, but I actually don't like that name."
Daphne snorted cutely, before winking, "your secret is safe with me, Lord Potter."
Harry cringed, "shit, don't call me that either."
Harry felt a light slap to his shoulder, "language, Harry."
He turned to look at his Mother, he forgot she was actually there, so entranced by his conversation with Daphne.
Harry felt a blush rise to his cheeks, "yes Mother." He said lamely.
Elizabeth smiled at the two of them, "Daphne here is going into her first year of Hogwarts as well."
Harry was surprised by that, Daphne looked older than 14, similar to the way Harry looked older.
Elizabeth continued, "I still do not understand why they pushed the ages to 14," rolling her eyes.
Lily chimed in, "Minerva told me it was so the children would be more independent, and to be able to better take care of themselves while living by themselves."
She shrugged, then continued, "also helps that they will not be so easily moulded to fit their houses ways."
Elizabeth smiled, "you were a Gryffindor and I a Slytherin when we were 11 and that did not get in our way of making friends."
Lily returned the soft smile, "we were different though."
Harry smiled, placing a kiss to his Mother's head, silently telling her that he was proud of her, and that he loved her.
Lily moved towards Elizabeth while Harry moved towards Daphne, taking a seat in the little corner they were in, Harry was pressed to Daphne's side as Rose and Astoria kept chatting. Sitting this close to her, Harry could smell her light arousal, and feel the heat of her skin. Trying to keep his mind away from devious thoughts he pushed himself.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" Harry asked, starting the conversation.
"Either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, I've always been clever, and when I want something I figure out a way to get it. What about you? The saviour of the Wizarding world should be a Gryffindor, no?"
Harry nodded, "yeah for appearances sake probably, but I'd rather be wherever you are."
A slight blush came upon Daphne's cheek and neck, she pushed her shoulder into Harry's "and why is that?"
Harry smiled charmingly, "beauty intrigues me."
Daphne's eyes met his quickly, then she shook her head side to side fondly, "you're going to be trouble."
Harry smiled, "trouble for you? Or Hogwarts as a whole?"
"Both," setting a hand on Harry's thigh, and gripping "but you will be more trouble for Hogwarts then for me." She said boldly.
Harry was surprised, that was quite forward, and the grip on his thigh felt possessive.
Their eyes met, a heated look being shared between the two teens.
It was Ollivander's call of "Lily Potter!" That had Harry looking away from Daphne, the odd looking wand maker waved them over, and Harry stood.
Turning to Daphne, who looked dejected that their meeting was ending, Harry took her hand and kissed it again. "I'll find you on the train."
Daphne smiled bright. "I'd like that."
"See you soon."
Harry was using his wand for the first time, he was excited as soon as he felt the heat of his wand hit his hand. He felt his magic flowing through it, and combined with the feeling of the wand, Harry finally felt as if he could perform magic to his fullest capabilities.
His Mother has taught him some wandless magic to help in everyday life. She said that this was difficult magic, and that not using a wand was going to put him miles ahead of his peers at Hogwarts but she didn't care.
She knew he would be powerful, and allowed him to thrive with his magic instead of seeing it as something taboo, as his Vampiric ways were.
Right now, Harry had his wand in hand, practicing his movements with Rose watching from the side, while Lily instructed him.
"Good honey, now all you need to do is..." before she could finish speaking, her wand had flown from her hand and Harry caught it out of the air.
Lily's jaw dropped, while Rose clapped lightly a big smile on her face. "How did you do that?" His Mother spoke heatedly.
Harry shrugged, "you taught me how to wandlessly do the accio spell, I just combined expelliarmus with it."
"Harry, that is incredible for someone so young!" Lily strode forward wrapping Harry in a hug. Harry gently returned it, "I'm so proud of you." He heard his Mother whisper.
Harry smiled, "you'll have to teach me something else."
She pulled away, "how much do you know about potions? Or transfiguration? Don't get overconfident love."
Harry nodded, "you're right, of course, there are multiple different branches of magic."
Lily smiled, "I also did have to teach you how to deal with your vampire powers."
That was very true, and Harry appreciated his Mother more and more the more he thought about her teachings. She was learning about this life herself, and she had to learn, teach and raise a young vampire, even allowing him to feed from her.
Rose chimed in from behind, "Mum, when are you going to teach me all this stuff?"
Lily looked over to her daughter, "this year, while Harry is off at Hogwarts, it'll be just me and you here."
Rose smiled, but made her way over to Harry, she quickly snatched his wand out of his hand.
She shot a low powered stunner at Harry, which felt like a slap on the ribs. "Ouch! What are you doing Rose?"
She shrugged sheepishly, "I want to see what your wand felt like."
Harry raised an eyebrow at her, catching the double entendre in her words.
Rose rolled her eyes exasperatedly and lobbed another stunner at him which Harry dodged while laughing.
"Stop it you two." Lily chastised.
The train to Hogwarts was larger than he was expecting. Standing on platform 9 3/4, carrying his shrunken trunk around a necklace, his wand in his robes and his broom in his hand. Harry looked around the platform to the other families saying goodbye to their first year students.
Harry turned to his Mother and Sister, Lily looked slightly sad, but beyond proud. She had her hand intertwined with Rose's, while Rose looked indifferent. She seemed more excited that she was going to be spending more time with Lily than Harry's departure.
That was fine, Rose deserved some time with Lily, he knew she would miss him and he would miss her, they were just not so dependent on the other as Lily and Harry were, due to their feeding connection.
Lily came forward, "I'll miss you love, remember Minerva knows and will help you." She wrapped her hands around Harry, and he returned the embrace. Her hands ran up and down his back while he held her head to his.
Harry pulled away, "you make sure you take care of yourself Mama," he moved close to whisper, "don't let your thirst get to be too much, I'm only an apparition away."
Lily nodded,
"love you mama," Harry spoke only for Lily to reply immediately "love you too Harry."
then pecked Harry on the cheek.
Rose moved forward. "Have a good time brother, I'll miss you... sorta." She said teasingly.
Harry smiled, "I'll miss you too sis," he leaned close, "take care of Mum please?" He asked, his words laced with meaning which Rose would understand.
She nodded seriously, before gently tapping his neck, right where Mum usually bites then gently did the same to her own neck, silently telling him she would let Mum feed if it came to be that bad.
Placing a soft kiss to her forehead, Harry headed on to the train, looking for a certain dark haired blue eyed first year. After failing to find Daphne yet, he took a seat in an empty compartment.
He was alone for a few minutes, until he felt the train start to move. Waving goodbye to his Mum and Sis, then watching them go out of view.
Hearing the train door open behind him, Harry's hopes immediately skyrocketed hoping it was the beauty from the wand store.
Surprisingly it was someone from the wand store, and the dark haired, dark skinned boy waved a hand. "Hey, the other compartments are full, mind if I sit here?"
Harry waved him in before sticking a hand out, "Harry Potter."
The boy's eyes widened slightly but he composed himself easily. "Blaise Zabini."
"I recognize you from the wand store, you were there with your Mum right?" Harry asked.
Blaise nodded, "yeah, I saw you too, your Mum and sister?"
Harry nodded so Blaise continued, "Ollivander's an odd fellow."
Harry rolled his eyes, "I'll fuckin' say, guy nearly creamed himself when he found my wand match."
Blaise laughed lightly, "mine took a few minutes, how long did yours take?"
"Couple hours." Harry pulled his wand out, showing Blaise the wood and cores. "Dragon scale and Phoenix feather core, with the wood being some ultra rare type from Transylvania. Don't ask man."
Blaise snorted, "mines Unicorn and Phoenix with Spruce wood."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "mind if i try it?"
Blaise shrugged, passing it over, they did a switch where Harry handed Blaise his as well.
Immediately he felt the difference, there wasn't the regular warmth when he gripped his wand. Harry casted a simple Lumos spell and it worked, it just felt like his magic was being limited.
Blaise did the same thing, and he had the same face Harry did, just that the wands didn't fit.
Harry shook his head, "feels weird man."
Blaise nodded "agreed."
As they were passing the wands back to each other the door opened again, Daphne and a friend were standing outside the door.
Daphne smiled at him, "comparing wands are we?" She said with a salacious smile.
Harry rolled his eyes while Blaise looked stunned. Daphne's friend laughed too, but gave her friend a slap on the shoulder.
"Hello love, you look wonderful today." Harry said confidently.
Daphne stepped in, taking Harry's outstretched hand in which he kissed her knuckles. Pulling her to sit down next to him.
Again he smelt her blood, and her pheromones which were giving him a calm, relaxed vibe.
"This is my friend, Tracey Davis." Daphne introduced. Tracey has blonde hair and brown eyes, she was a more plain type of attractive but still attractive nonetheless.
Harry kissed her hand as she sat down a little ways away from Blaise. "Blaise, this is Daphne Greengrass, Daphne, meet my new friend Blaise."
Blaise smiled at them both, "you guys seem close?" He nodded to Harry and Daphne.
Daphne giggles while Harry shook his head. "Our mothers were friends, we've only met once before." Daphne obliged Blaise's curiosity.
Tracey decides to chime in, "Daphne was excited to see you again, she couldn't wait for you to find us, we had to go find you."
Daphne barked out a "Tracey!" At her friends embarrassing words. Harry and Blaise smiled.
Harry set a hand on Daphne's, "I would have gone and found you, I did promise didn't I?"
At Daphne's nod and blush he continued, "Blaise and I were just chatting first, I did not mean to let you down."
Tracey spoke up again, "relax, will you? I'm just teasing."
Harry felt Daphne's heartbeat spike, but then settle after he told her he was always intending to seek her out. "I know," he spoke to Tracey, "but being the gentleman that I am, I wanted to reassure Daphne that I did in fact want to seek her out."
Tracey's eyes pinched while Daphne's hand squeezed his lightly before letting go. He took the small squeeze as a gesture of gratefulness.
Daphne then spoke, "Blaise as in Zabini?" At Blaise's nod, she continued, "Valentina is a pure blood icon. Seven husbands taking all of their wealth? Every pureblooded floozy's dream."
Harry was surprised to hear that, He didn't know about Blaise's mother, but seeing her beauty there was no doubting her capabilities now.
Harry winked at Blaise, "she looking for an eighth?"
Daphne slapped his shoulder but Blaise laughed, "fuck you Potter," he said in jest.
Blaise then shrugged, "it is what is, Mum is an ambitious women, she does what she must to remain powerful in society."
Tracey spoke quickly, "you don't mind all the husbands? Step Fathers?"
Blaise side eyed her devilishly, "they are a means to an end for her. Four was the only one that tried for a relationship with me." He shrugged, "guy was an idiot though."
Harry snorted, "not to be rude, but I think after her 1st and 2nd husbands died mysteriously, all the rest must've been stupid too."
Blaise smiled, while Daphne and Tracey smirked. "You're right, no one said that Mother picked good husbands."
That had the four of them laughing, as their laughter died down, the door opened again.
"Have any of you seen a toad?" A bushy haired girl with buck teeth spoke easily.
Her question was met with silence, not recognizing the confusion she continued, "Neville lost his, it's his pet familiar and needs it back in it's cage."
Blaise spoke quickly, "Neville as in Neville Longbottom?"
The girl nodded, Blaise simply looked thoughtful, before looking over to Harry.
Harry pinched his eyebrows, but spoke, "and you are?" To the girl.
The girl looked at how close he and Daphne were sitting before replying easily. "Hermione Granger. First year at Hogwarts, and first generation Wizard."
Harry smiled kindly, "nice to meet you, I'm Harry Potter." Not wasting time reaching over Daphne, Harry stayed where he was. "This is Tracey Davis, Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini."
Hermione smiled shyly, nodding to each of them. "I've actually heard of each of your families. I studied the families to get a clue on the Wizarding society."
Tracey nodded, "that was smart, it'll help you with whose who when we arrive."
Hermione smiled, a slight blush on her cheeks. She then spotted Harry's broom, the Nimbus 2000.
"I thought first years weren't allowed brooms?"
Daphne nodded along with her, "I was wondering that too, to be honest."
Harry shrugged, he used his wand and enlarged his trunk from his necklace, and put the broom inside one of the magically enhanced compartments. Resealing the blood locks, then shrinking it he shrugged, then put it back on his necklace. "Fuck are they gonna do? Break into my chest?"
Looking up from his actions, he had four sets of eyes looking at him in awe.
Hermione spoke the quickest, "how did you do that? So easily? And silently?"
Harry felt slightly uncomfortable with the attention, he didn't think what he did that big of a deal, Mum taught him that when he was 6 or 7. "My Mum taught me when I was younger." He thought that his answer would sate the questions in their eyes but it didn't. "Wait, you guys can't do that?"
Blaise shook his head, "No, Harry, What you just did was NEWT material, and that's 6th or 7th year teachings."
Harry's eyes widened, he didn't know that. Why was Lily pushing him to do these things so early? He would have to ask her when he got to Hogwarts. He was sure Hedwig wouldn't mind flying home after flying to Hogwarts.
"Uhm," he stuttered, "I had no idea, honestly. My Mum barely told me these things, she made it seem routine."
Daphne shook her head, "you are..." she trailed off but Tracey picked up her sentence, "not what anyone expected."
Harry shrugged, "those stories about me are all false. I can't believe people actually believe them."
Tracey nodded slowly, "yeah, I totally didn't believe that you had befriended a dragon when I was younger. Nope, that never happened."
Her sarcastic words brought laughter to the cabin, the five of them smiling at the blonde's joke. Hermione spoke up again, "I told Neville I'd help him find his toad, but it was nice to meet all of you." She said politely.
"Come back and hangout with us later if you wish. If not we'll see each other in school." Harry said, giving the girl a smile as she shyly nodded, then closed the compartment door.
Tracey turned to Blaise to ask him a question so Daphne leaned closer to Harry, she whispered quietly, "want to teach me how to do that?"
Harry could feel the warmth of her body pressing into his. Her blood smelled so nice, but her pheromones smelled sweet as well, when she came close to him it was hypnotizing.
"I..." Harry hesitated, uncertain how to answer. "I'll try. It's become so automatic to me that I barely even think when I do it."
Daphne seemed satisfied by his answer, but did not move from her position leaning against him. It felt nice, the physical contact was just her leaning against him, but even with his lack of a heartbeat, the warmth of her felt lovely.
Striding towards the great hall alongside Blaise, Daphne, Tracey and Hermione, they came across a blonde boy with two blockheaded bodyguards.
They were waiting for McGonagall to come back and guide them into the side doors of the hall. All the first years were lined up, Harry spotted the red headed Weasley and the niece of the Head of the Auror corps who he learnt was named Susan.
The blonde boy had an air of superiority about him, Harry's vampire's instincts told him this boy was a bad apple, but he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
The blonde boy spoke easily. "Zabini, Greengrass, Davis. Didn't see you on the train."
Blaise responded easily, a slight annoyance in his voice. "Malfoy, we were seated towards the back."
They spoke quietly and Harry whispered in Daphne's ear. "Malfoy? As in Lucius the death eater?"
Daphne nodded, turning towards him slightly, "yeah, his son Draco. You should be careful about what you say, calling someone a death eater is bad news."
Shrugging, Harry spoke in jest "if I see a cat, I'm not going to call it a pussy."
Daphne snorted lightly, giving him a fond look before returning to the conversation.
"And who are you?" Malfoy said, in the direction of Harry and Hermione.
"Hermione Granger," she said quickly, she stuck a hand out to introduce herself but Malfoy looked at it in disgust.
"Never heard of you. Must be a muggle." He said arrogantly.
Harry didn't like his tone. "I'm Harry Potter,"
Draco's eyes widened, he held a hand out for Harry to shake, and putting a little bit of his vampire strength, gripped Draco's hand. A loud crack sounded from between them, and Draco yelped. Harry sarcastically spoke, "I would say sorry mate, but you've got little hands."
Draco sneered as Blaise snorted loudly, Tracey and Daphne hid their laughs behind calm facial expressions, turning away from the blonde boy. Hermione sided up to Harry, as if hiding behind him.
"Watch your mouth Potter, you should know who my Father is."
Harry rolled his eyes, "everyone knows who Lucius Malfoy is, but not everyone knows Narcissa Black, your mother, the women who will be under my command once I take up the heirship of House Black."
Draco paled, he pointed an angry finger at Harry, "is that a threat?"
Harry really would not be able to put up with the idiocy of this boy. "no, it is a fact. The same way that you unnecessarily stated Hermione is first generation, do you understand?"
Draco's eyes tightened before he turned his nose up, walking away from the five of them. Hermione spoke first, "thank you Harry."
Turning towards his new friend, Harry replied, "don't listen to him Hermione, I'm sure his ideals are different than ours."
She held a small smile, nodding shyly, before looking down at her feet. Tracey stepped forward, "you're really the heir to House Black?"
Harry nodded, "Sirius made me his heir, we don't know if he'll have children but it is mine until then."
Blaise spoke up, "you're a powerful man Potter."
Harry shrugged, "comes with the territory, I guess. I didn't ask for any of this."
Blaise's eyes showed intelligence, "I feel the same way, I didn't ask for my Mother to be who she is, but it's what she is, and I can't change that."
Harry smiled at his friend, wrapping an arm around Blaise's shoulders in companionship, feeling more comfortable with him now that the two of them have some shared life experiences.
McGonagall opened the doors with a bang behind them. "1st years!" she shouted getting all of their attention, "come, come!" gesturing them into the Great Hall.
As he walked in Harry looked across the room to the other students, the four tables that represented each house, and then the professors table, where all of the professors sat. It was hard to pick out any specific faces with all of the people, but Harry did a quick intake of all the different people watching him and his fellow first years.
The roof was enchanted to look like a beautiful night sky, and Hermione's jaw dropped upon walking in, it made Harry smile as her muggle ways prevented her from seeing a transfiguration like this one.
Harry watched as McGonagall walked towards a stool with an old dusty hat placed on top of it. Surprised by the condition of the hat, and that McGonagall actually picked it up, Harry watched as she called out the first name of the 1st years in attendance.
Hannah Abbott stepped forward, and Minerva placed the hat on her head, Hannah looked confused until the hat yelled out "Hufflepuff!" and the Hufflepuff table cheered. Hannah smiled and moved forward to her new home.
Harry snorted, so that was how the students were sorted. Watching the continued sorting, Harry smelt the nerves coming off his friends, Tracey, Hermione and Daphne were exuding nervousness, while Blaise was more of a calm anxiety. He spoke quietly, so they all could hear him. "I hope that you all get into the house you hope for, but I will not let us being in a different house prevent us from being friends."
The four of them all smiled at Harry, murmuring confirmative to his statement. Tracey was called first, and the hat placed her in Slytherin after a few moments, Harry was slightly surprised by that, as she had not seemed to be a Slytherin in the small amount of time they had spent together. Hermione was next, and the hat took no time at all to place her in Ravenclaw, that, Harry guessed would happen as she had studied the families in the wizarding world before she had even been a part of the wizarding world herself. That habit proved she was a bookworm, and loved to study.
Next was Daphne, she visibly steeled herself before she went up to the stool, Minerva placed the hat on her head, and within a couple of moments, Daphne was placed in Slytherin. She seemed mightily relieved to be placed there, and when she smiled bright looking towards Tracey he realized why, they wished to be sorted into the same house.
Next Harry was called, his name brought some murmuring by the general populace, all of them recognizing his name. Harry proceeded forward, keeping his back straight and his face neutral, portraying strength and confidence when in reality he was anxious on the inside. Minerva gave him a small pinched lips smile as he sat, and then the hat was placed on his head and a voice made itself known.
"Ouch! Occulumency shields?" the hat said.
Harry was confused, "no? what's that?"
The hat took a second to reply, "never mind, you are a vampire, your mind has natural defences to mind magic."
"I didn't know that."
"it certainly is not in your memories, now that I look."
"can you not tell anyone that I am a vampire? My Mother and I are trying to keep it secret."
The hat calmly replied. "do not worry, Rowena charmed me to keep secrets. I will not share any private information with anyone."
Harry internally smiled, that was great. Rowena Ravenclaw had charmed this hat, Hogwarts was a cool place.
"you would do well in Slytherin, your vampire heritage would thrive if you became ruthless." The hat pondered aloud.
It continued, "certainly not Hufflepuff, nor Ravenclaw, you are studious but do not take it seriously enough, and you are kind but have a stern streak to you."
Harry nodded, that sounded like himself. The hat continued, "you are brave and clever, up front yet deceitful, humble but proud, I have never seen such a mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin traits."
"It would make me proud to be a Gryffindor, both my parents were of that house." Harry took a quick peek over to the Gryffindor table, nervous yet hopeful faces peered back at him.
"so mote it be." The hat replied, "Gryffindor!" it called out, causing the Lions to cheer loudly, claiming the boy who lived as their own. Harry smiled, heading towards his new housemates, when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking over to see Minerva had stopped him, "we will speak after the Headmaster's speech, once you finish your meal, watch for my signal, okay?"
Harry nodded, then went over to join his excited looking housemates. Receiving pats on the back, and congratulations from each Harry sat down at the table, settling in easily between his new classmates. The next first year was called up to be sorted and they quieted down again.
Feeling some eyes on him, Harry looked up to see Hermione peeking over at him from the Ravenclaw table, she gave him a small wave before one of her housemates got her attention. Harry smiled at her, before her attention was taken, he was happy to have made a studious friend.
Looking around his table, Harry spotted the 1st years around him, all of them were taking in the sorting, Harry looked up to see Blaise be sorted into Slytherin. He gave his friend a small applause, as he walked across the hall.
Harry continued to look up and down the Gryffindor, taking in his other housemates, spotting a few red headed boys, a couple good looking girls as well as some lads closer to his own age.
As he was taking in his new family, Dumbledore's speech was finishing, he spoke of some forbidden forest and how the 3rd floor was off limits, not that Harry cared, he was confident in his abilities as a vampire, his strength and speed made him a difficult target.
Food popped up in the middle of the table to Harry's surprise. The Hogwarts house elves were quick, it was fairly impressive that they had all of this food prepared for all the students.
Harry wasn't exactly hungry, as a vampire he didn't need to eat as much as a normal human being, but as he was in the midst of others he mildly filled his plate. He ate slowly as to make it seem like he had eaten as much as the others but he thought he was being too paranoid. Better to be paranoid than found out though.
He felt eyes on him again, and Harry looked up to the head table. Minerva was looking at him, and she waved him forward, taking him to the side.
Following McGonagall to his new room, Harry was surprised with how accepting and kind the stern professor was being. Even gifting a room to himself while all of the other Gryffindor's were squeezed four into a room.
As they walked, Harry could not help but ask, "thank you for helping me professor, but I was just wondering why you are doing this? My Mother and I are not exactly accepted by Wizarding society."
Minerva turned to him with a scowl, she put a finger up in front of her lips urging him to be quiet. Surprised by her gesture, Harry obliged.
She continued to walk at a quick pace, they came upon a Statue, it looked like a regular statue, but Minerva spoke quietly, "Butterbeer" and the statue swung forward, an entryway behind it.
The door closed behind them, and only then did Minerva speak. "Be careful where you speak of such things Harry, someone may overhear you." She admonished gently.
Harry nodded, he really should know better.
Minerva continued, "to answer your question, James and Lily were some of my favourites, while James was troublesome he was a good man. While Lily was just a fantastic person, and a great student. I would bet my life that she would raise a son to be polite and honourable, despite your... heritage."
Harry smiled softly, "you can call me a Vampire, it is not like I will be offended by it."
Minerva returned his soft smile. "Either way, I believe you will be an asset to Hogwarts, which is why I am keeping your secret. Just know, that I will be harder on you than other students, I know of your capabilities and I want you to push yourself and learn here. Not coast on your Vampire powers."
Harry nodded seriously, he appreciated her words, even if they insisted that he would be doing more work. "I cannot thank you enough professor. The opportunity for a vampire to attend Hogwarts is unheard of. I am forever indebted to you."
Minerva smiled bright, she set a light hand on Harry's shoulder, "I see your Mother raised you right."
She stepped back and then continued. "Now, you are getting this room because you are nocturnal, and that you wish to hide your heritage, I expect that you will not be braggadocious about this or I will revoke this privilege."
She turned away, gesturing him further into the room.
"Here is where you will be staying, we are on the 2nd floor, next to the charms classroom, the statue of Merlin is opened by the password 'butterbeer,' this room is a privilege Harry, I expect that you clean it, maintain it, and use it properly." Her words came out stern, forcing Harry to pay attention. It was hard to keep with her as she strode around, but that was because it was hard to take everything in around him.
Harry was surprised to see that it was not just a bedroom and a bathroom, the room had a small living area with a table that sat 6, a small kitchen, and a set of couches. They were all very up to date with the newest equipment, as if the room had recently been renovated for him.
Minerva opened one of the two doors leading from the great room which led into an office type space, it had a desk that sat in the middle of the room with a large comfortable chair behind it. There were a couple of empty bookshelves as well as a coffee table and two chairs opposite the desk. It looked like a grown mans official office, not for a student of Hogwarts.
"This entire room was meant for visitors Harry, that is why it is well kept and not suited especially for students." She answered the clear question on his face.
Harry nodded, feeling wholly spoiled at the moment, and lucky, oh so lucky to have this place to himself.
They moved out of the office towards the last door, it opened into a bedroom, the bed was rather simple, a double bed on a bed frame, a medium sized dresser, a small closet and then a door that clearly led to a bathroom.
It was perfect for Harry, and well more than what he expected when he first learnt from his Mother that he would be getting his own room.
Minerva opened the door to the bathroom, showing him the contents, before she spoke. "There are to be some ground rules of this room Harry. Firstly, I do not want you to have over 5 people in here at a time. No parties. I know you will want you friends to see, and to have privacy to study, that is fine. No more than 5 others."
Harry nodded, that was a rule he was expecting.
"Next," she continued, "I would say no magic, but i know that is unreasonable, so I will say that I want you to not do any extreme magic. No duelling, no spells that could possibly break anything, nothing that you would not do without supervision."
Harry nodded again. That made sense, there was nothing he had any qualms with there.
"This room is a big responsibility Harry, and it provides you with a lot of freedom. You are a Gryffindor, so that means I want you to see at all of the house meetings, just because you have this room does not mean you do not need to attend. Part of being at Hogwarts is making friendships with other wizards and witches."
Harry smiled, and nodded, she was urging him to not allow himself to isolate himself. She wanted him to make friends.
"Thank you professor. I promise that all of your words are heard and that I will not break your trust in me."
Harry's words had Minerva smiling. Her voice was uncharacteristically sweet as she spoke, "I loved your parents as if they were my own Harry, I hope that we can grow to have a relationship like that in the future."
Harry smiled, "me too."
AN:
Trying out something new, after posting ASoIaF stories for so long, this change is definitely nice, hope you guys enjoy. Cross posted with AO3. More Life,