Sator Arepe Tenet Opera Rotas. Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas. I repeated
the phrase over and over. It popped into my mind like a bad memory, to
keep magic away to keep evil away. It had been said against my kind and
now I said it like a prayer. And I hadn't prayed in a long time. I chanted
no because I was afraid. Afraid for the first time in a long time. The
man, if he could be called that, who stood before me was pure evil and I
should know having been mistaken for it myself. His body was twisted, dead
looking and his eyes seemed to stare right through me as if looking the
soul I wasn't sure I had. This man or whatever he was should never become
a vampire. Those who held me shoved me towards him and he smiled at me
sending a shiver through my body.
There was no fear of me escaping, not with so many of this things minions around. My vampire eyes glowed hiding my fear behind anger. I held my head up and demanded to know who he was, though I already knew. Voldermort, Dark Lord, He-Who-Must Not –Be –Named, but like the devil with so many to be feared. I asked why I was here. I had sought him out was his reply and now that I was here I would give to him what no other vampire had the strength to, the honor of sacrifice. He would take my ancient blood and become vampire. I forced out a laugh, I had never heard of a wizard vampire, what if my blood took away the strength in magic you cling to.
That's why he would test it first. He nodded to his death eaters, men who hid their faces from the world. Harry. They had Harry, tied up and weak, looking half dead. Voldermort had the great Harry Potter and instead of killing him he was going to make me turn him into a vampire and then as the first thirst ravaged through his body, cut off his head. But first make sure his magic existed. How had they gotten Harry, he was with the Weasley's and the borrow is protected. The Weasley's. Ron. What had happened?
My answer came as I was grabbed again and pulled through the forest to a clearing. They could not make me drink Harry's blood. But then there they were. Ron, his mother, father and sister.
"Ron." I breathed his name like air. I through off my guards and went to him. They were alive, unharmed for the moment. "Let them go." My voice was very demanding.
"No. No. It seems my spy's were right about your little…affection for Ronald Weasley so I had them brought here along with Harry. It was surprisingly easy once they were out of the borrow. A shopping trip to muggle London, Harry's idea one I'm sure he'll regret for his very short life."
"What do you want?"
"I think I already made that perfectly clear."
I looked at Harry, then at Ron his eyes wide with fear his parents confused, frightened and his sister silently sobbing. I couldn't turn Harry into a vampire. He meant too much to the wizard community. But I couldn't let Ron and his family die. He meant too much to me.
"How do I know you won't kill them and me any way?"
"You don't." His smile made me sick.
Harry's eyes bore into me. Deep green and trusting me, though I had lied about whom, what I was. I was the only one he could trust at the moment.
"I could make you do this the hard way." Voldermort raised his wand at me. I had no idea what kind of spells he knew, ones that were keeping Harry in place, which allowed no movement or noise from the Weasley's. I believed he could make me do what he asked.
"No, Let them go and I'll do it." Harry's eyes widened. "It won't hurt Harry."
The Dark Lord laughed. And let the Weasleys go with a flick of his wand. They fell to the ground as if they were forced to stand for hours that they might as well have. I heard Ginny crying now, heard Ron say my name in a pleading voice for me to stop. I had Harry in my arms; the boy was still under the spell of dark magic. All he could do is look at me but in his eyes I saw everything, every pain, joy and curiosity of the young mans life as if it was flashing before him and I was allowed a glimpse.
I tilted my head down and again I whispered "No pain." It was the only promise I could make him. I used my nail to cut him not wanting to make this any more ugly then it already was. I drank his blood. It tasted so different from Ron's. I drank more then I ever had from Ron but not enough to turn him, not enough to fill him with my own. I stopped and looked up at the Great Lord. I felt something inside me change. I felt Harry's magic.
"Finish it. Or they all die." He pointed his wand to the family, Mr. Weasley trying to hold Ron still.
Suddenly I knew the word to make his wand come to me, suddenly it was in my hand, I felt an uncontrollable force making me say words I had never heard of before. My vampire body moving fast to surprise Voldermort as the magic within me controlled some of my actions. I felt Harry's eye's on me the whole time, like he was the one willing me to do these thing and my body was just agreeing. Not totally controlled but not totally in control. It was like the first time I was brought across.
His death eaters attacked and I cursed them with their own master's wand. The vampires ran away from my power, my blood, and Harry's blood. It was something the Dark Lord did not count on and in all my years I never thought would happen.
Voldermort escaped that day. Without his wand, without his followers, without my blood and without Harry. Harry was weak we had to get him to a doctor right away. I had taken much of his blood and if he didn't get more, he would die, but I would not bring him across. We got Harry to Hogwarts and Madam Pomfrey said he would be touch and go for a while but he's been through worse. He would survive. He always does.
Ron hugged me and wouldn't let go for some time. I held his hand as he introduced me to his family. Ron wouldn't leave Harry's side so in consequence neither would I. The entire soon knew what I was and letters from parents mostly bad came pouring in. It was what I expected. The cold winter was not more then half over and I needed to leave. Then Harry woke up.
Ron needed sleep, I needed less. Harry's blood could still be felt in my body even though it had been almost two weeks. But it happened that I was the one by his bed when he woke up.
"I'll get Ron." I made a move to leave but he grabbed my arm.
"What did? What happ?" He was groggy still, confused.
"I'll get Ron to explain." I ran as fast as I could into the Gryffindor common room, giving the password Ron had given me a week ago. He was asleep on the couch.
"Ron." I shook him lightly ignoring the fact the other students were looking at me with fear, loathing or something in between. "Ron, he's awake." Hermione was also near and stood up quickly and was out of the room faster then Ron could sit up. Rona ns I went back to the hospital wing and Harry was sitting up asking Hermione a thousand questions she couldn't answer. Dumbledore was also there. Like I said there wasn't much that went on in the school he didn't know about.
Ron answered Harry's questions the best he could, watching his face turn white with the realization that he could be waking up a vampire. I would have never let that happen. The power inside Harry was too great. I left as the friends talked. Dumbledore followed me into the hall.
"Will you be leaving?"
"I don't think I have a say, the parents and students do not want me here. Besides the vampires who served Voldermort are still out there and they are going to be dangerous."
"And Ron?"
I sighed. "I do not want to leave him either but it would not be good for him if I stayed. We are bonded, unlike Harry and I Ron and I have shared more then blood and that links me to him."
"Will you say goodbye?"
"It will be hard but yes, I could not leave him without saying goodbye."
Later that evening with Ron in my room I explain to him what I explained to Dumbledore.
"No, you can't go."
"I must Ron."
"But my family will see Viols please I lo.."
"Don't Ron, don't make leaving you harder."
"Then take me with you, bring me across."
"It is not what you want Ron."
"How do you know?"
"I know your soul. You do not want to live your life as I do, in the shadows, you were meant for greater things."
"Like living in Harry's shadow." He regretted the words as soon as they passed his lips.
"You are more then his shadow, I drank his blood Ron I saw inside him, you are his strength the reason he can live through summers, you are his best friend and together your magic will someday free the word of the evil that plagues it."
"But you said evil will only take another form."
"Yes and you must be strong to fight it."
"Why won't you make me like you?" He mumbled already knowing the answer. He didn't want it, he was only frightened tomorrow in the light he would see.
"I have to go."
"Now?"
"If not now, I wouldn't know when." He kissed me for the last time. I loved him. I left him.
There was no fear of me escaping, not with so many of this things minions around. My vampire eyes glowed hiding my fear behind anger. I held my head up and demanded to know who he was, though I already knew. Voldermort, Dark Lord, He-Who-Must Not –Be –Named, but like the devil with so many to be feared. I asked why I was here. I had sought him out was his reply and now that I was here I would give to him what no other vampire had the strength to, the honor of sacrifice. He would take my ancient blood and become vampire. I forced out a laugh, I had never heard of a wizard vampire, what if my blood took away the strength in magic you cling to.
That's why he would test it first. He nodded to his death eaters, men who hid their faces from the world. Harry. They had Harry, tied up and weak, looking half dead. Voldermort had the great Harry Potter and instead of killing him he was going to make me turn him into a vampire and then as the first thirst ravaged through his body, cut off his head. But first make sure his magic existed. How had they gotten Harry, he was with the Weasley's and the borrow is protected. The Weasley's. Ron. What had happened?
My answer came as I was grabbed again and pulled through the forest to a clearing. They could not make me drink Harry's blood. But then there they were. Ron, his mother, father and sister.
"Ron." I breathed his name like air. I through off my guards and went to him. They were alive, unharmed for the moment. "Let them go." My voice was very demanding.
"No. No. It seems my spy's were right about your little…affection for Ronald Weasley so I had them brought here along with Harry. It was surprisingly easy once they were out of the borrow. A shopping trip to muggle London, Harry's idea one I'm sure he'll regret for his very short life."
"What do you want?"
"I think I already made that perfectly clear."
I looked at Harry, then at Ron his eyes wide with fear his parents confused, frightened and his sister silently sobbing. I couldn't turn Harry into a vampire. He meant too much to the wizard community. But I couldn't let Ron and his family die. He meant too much to me.
"How do I know you won't kill them and me any way?"
"You don't." His smile made me sick.
Harry's eyes bore into me. Deep green and trusting me, though I had lied about whom, what I was. I was the only one he could trust at the moment.
"I could make you do this the hard way." Voldermort raised his wand at me. I had no idea what kind of spells he knew, ones that were keeping Harry in place, which allowed no movement or noise from the Weasley's. I believed he could make me do what he asked.
"No, Let them go and I'll do it." Harry's eyes widened. "It won't hurt Harry."
The Dark Lord laughed. And let the Weasleys go with a flick of his wand. They fell to the ground as if they were forced to stand for hours that they might as well have. I heard Ginny crying now, heard Ron say my name in a pleading voice for me to stop. I had Harry in my arms; the boy was still under the spell of dark magic. All he could do is look at me but in his eyes I saw everything, every pain, joy and curiosity of the young mans life as if it was flashing before him and I was allowed a glimpse.
I tilted my head down and again I whispered "No pain." It was the only promise I could make him. I used my nail to cut him not wanting to make this any more ugly then it already was. I drank his blood. It tasted so different from Ron's. I drank more then I ever had from Ron but not enough to turn him, not enough to fill him with my own. I stopped and looked up at the Great Lord. I felt something inside me change. I felt Harry's magic.
"Finish it. Or they all die." He pointed his wand to the family, Mr. Weasley trying to hold Ron still.
Suddenly I knew the word to make his wand come to me, suddenly it was in my hand, I felt an uncontrollable force making me say words I had never heard of before. My vampire body moving fast to surprise Voldermort as the magic within me controlled some of my actions. I felt Harry's eye's on me the whole time, like he was the one willing me to do these thing and my body was just agreeing. Not totally controlled but not totally in control. It was like the first time I was brought across.
His death eaters attacked and I cursed them with their own master's wand. The vampires ran away from my power, my blood, and Harry's blood. It was something the Dark Lord did not count on and in all my years I never thought would happen.
Voldermort escaped that day. Without his wand, without his followers, without my blood and without Harry. Harry was weak we had to get him to a doctor right away. I had taken much of his blood and if he didn't get more, he would die, but I would not bring him across. We got Harry to Hogwarts and Madam Pomfrey said he would be touch and go for a while but he's been through worse. He would survive. He always does.
Ron hugged me and wouldn't let go for some time. I held his hand as he introduced me to his family. Ron wouldn't leave Harry's side so in consequence neither would I. The entire soon knew what I was and letters from parents mostly bad came pouring in. It was what I expected. The cold winter was not more then half over and I needed to leave. Then Harry woke up.
Ron needed sleep, I needed less. Harry's blood could still be felt in my body even though it had been almost two weeks. But it happened that I was the one by his bed when he woke up.
"I'll get Ron." I made a move to leave but he grabbed my arm.
"What did? What happ?" He was groggy still, confused.
"I'll get Ron to explain." I ran as fast as I could into the Gryffindor common room, giving the password Ron had given me a week ago. He was asleep on the couch.
"Ron." I shook him lightly ignoring the fact the other students were looking at me with fear, loathing or something in between. "Ron, he's awake." Hermione was also near and stood up quickly and was out of the room faster then Ron could sit up. Rona ns I went back to the hospital wing and Harry was sitting up asking Hermione a thousand questions she couldn't answer. Dumbledore was also there. Like I said there wasn't much that went on in the school he didn't know about.
Ron answered Harry's questions the best he could, watching his face turn white with the realization that he could be waking up a vampire. I would have never let that happen. The power inside Harry was too great. I left as the friends talked. Dumbledore followed me into the hall.
"Will you be leaving?"
"I don't think I have a say, the parents and students do not want me here. Besides the vampires who served Voldermort are still out there and they are going to be dangerous."
"And Ron?"
I sighed. "I do not want to leave him either but it would not be good for him if I stayed. We are bonded, unlike Harry and I Ron and I have shared more then blood and that links me to him."
"Will you say goodbye?"
"It will be hard but yes, I could not leave him without saying goodbye."
Later that evening with Ron in my room I explain to him what I explained to Dumbledore.
"No, you can't go."
"I must Ron."
"But my family will see Viols please I lo.."
"Don't Ron, don't make leaving you harder."
"Then take me with you, bring me across."
"It is not what you want Ron."
"How do you know?"
"I know your soul. You do not want to live your life as I do, in the shadows, you were meant for greater things."
"Like living in Harry's shadow." He regretted the words as soon as they passed his lips.
"You are more then his shadow, I drank his blood Ron I saw inside him, you are his strength the reason he can live through summers, you are his best friend and together your magic will someday free the word of the evil that plagues it."
"But you said evil will only take another form."
"Yes and you must be strong to fight it."
"Why won't you make me like you?" He mumbled already knowing the answer. He didn't want it, he was only frightened tomorrow in the light he would see.
"I have to go."
"Now?"
"If not now, I wouldn't know when." He kissed me for the last time. I loved him. I left him.