The Blood Moon

by Sorvik Corsair

The Blood Curse, a botched ritual lost to time that created the first werewolf and vampire. Thousands of years later and driven by prophecy, a blood war is about to start. One boy and one girl, opposite sides of the Blood Curse, are both invited to Hogwarts. How will this change destiny's plans?

AN: Welcome to The Blood Moon. This is a complete rewrite fic. I won't spoil beyond the summary, so enjoy.

WARNING: Prologue has blood, guts, and gore. It has an EVIL man doing EVIL things. Yes, a pet is harmed in this chapter. No I do not condone this, and revenge will eventually come to the evil man. Enjoy!

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Prologue: Blood Curse

31 July, 1985 - Little Whinging

Little Whinging in Surrey was a quiet little town. Nothing strange ever happened there, well almost nothing. That Potter boy over on Privet Dr. was a troublemaker Just two months ago someone loosened the bolts on the playground equipment. Although there was no proof, everyone knew it was the Potter boy. Vernon Dursley was a saint to put up with the boy. The sun was setting on this day when a dark clothed man appeared out of thin air beneath some trees near a play park. "Bloody order me around? Who does he think he is?" He kicked a rock as far as he could. He watched it fly through the air then crash into someone's car. "Good, hope that bloke has a bad day too!" He found a darker shaded spot and waited for the sun to finish setting. He had long white hair which was braided down to the middle of his back. His eyes were silver with a crooked nose that had been broken during a pub fight when he was sixteen.

A group of children ran through the woods, missing him by just a few feet. Five boys chasing a sixth. He continued to reflect on his… well life. After he graduated from Hogwarts in 1970 he decided to travel the world. Many young wizards do that so his parents, Alfred and Aeldra Carrow, gave him his stipend and let him travel. He saw so much of the world that wizards ignored. His parents would have been terrified to learn of what he knew. He travelled to France first, and learned about the rich history. He also met the French branch of the Malfoy family. He sent an international owl that night with so many juicy tidbits on Lord Malfoy that he was sure his father would be proud.

From there he travelled to Spain where he learned that the muggle government was fully aware of the wizarding world! He had to pay to get permission to be there as a foriegn wizard! He was a pureblood, but he also knew that he had to follow their laws. He spent seven months there learning about magical history not taught at Hogwarts. He had considered it to be his favourite subject, but here he was in heaven as he learned about magical cultures older than Hogwarts!

Near the end of '72 he travelled to Mexico with a woman, Mariposa Alvarado. The question of blood status wasn't brought up, and he learned that it didn't matter outside of Britain and some parts of northern Europe. She had family in Mexico so they stayed with them. He continued to learn there, finding out that some of the magical cultures had been around for three thousand years! Two years later in the spring of '75 they were wed, his parents never responded to him. It wasn't until six years later that he learned they had been killed by some madman dark lord.

He and Mariposa continued to travel after they were wed. They travelled north to the United States, again finding the muggle and magical governments were intertwined but still separate. They purchased a six month magical travel visa and made their way to the state of Arizona. There they stayed in the magical town of Takala at the edge of Lake Powell. It was completely hidden from non-magical eyes and named after a Hopi shaman who protected the villagers from being slaughtered with his magic.

They left and travelled to Hawaii for the Yule holiday, the magical community there wasn't very friendly to foreigners. From there they travelled to Japan and although Mariposa had learned much of the world in her school, he hadn't. The magical community of Japan was amazing. No traditional wands were used. Instead their magicals used rods, and anyone who cast spells just held the rods in front of them. No hand movements for most spells. They did witness a bonding ceremony while they were there and the bonder used larger hand motions for the bonding.

In 1979, while they were in western Asia, they found that Mariposa was pregnant! They made plans to return to Spain, until on the 8th of August when they were attacked while walking out at night. It was a full moon and they didn't think anything of it. A large grey werewolf with yellow eyes appeared out of nowhere. It scratched him across the chest, he yelled for Mariposa to aparate away, but it was too late. His vision was blackening as he saw his beautiful Mariposa fall to the ground. Her pained cry as she landed made him feel like he was on fire. The werewolf howled in victory, then he saw its powerful jaw clamped down on her chest, ripping open her rib cage where it pulled her beating heart out of her chest and ate it above her.

The light left her eyes for the last time. He would soon join her. His vision was going dark when a golden light flew overhead and crashed into the werewolf sending it to the ground. It growled then took off out of town. People were talking over him. He wasn't bitten, but he was losing lots of blood. A man knelt down, a wand in his hand. He was talking but the rush of blood past his ears drowned the man's voice out. "Save me," he coughed out. If he could live, he would hunt that werewolf down and destroy it!

The men argued as one of them was feeding blood red potions to try and heal him. The same man came back into his view, as he could see a bit better. "We can heal you better than any potion, but it is a lifetime commitment. You won't be able to back down. We have rules that you will have to follow. That werewolf is dangerous, he is known worldwide as Fenrir Greyback." The man knelt down. "I can help you, the price might be more than you're willing to pay though." Now that he was closer, Arcterus Carrow could see his eyes, blood red with two long fangs. Could he do it, live as a vampire and hunt Greyback down?

He nodded, the man with messy black hair knelt down and bit him on the neck. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the werewolf claw. "I am Eideard Potter, welcome to the family."

Arcterus opened his eyes from his day dreaming down memory lane. Since that day in '79 he had been hunting Fenrir. The monster was elusive. He almost had him over in Denmark in '82, but the wolf had an escape plan, he also sacrificed four other wolves to get away. Now his Sire had ordered him to stop hunting for Fenrir to help find his many times great grandson who survived a killing curse from that dark lord that was running around Britain. He wasn't a bloody errand boy!

So he was here, hunting for a boy to rescue. Fenrir was seen north of London last week, he should be up there right now. Sure Eid was right, he hadn't learned to clear his mind and stay on task. He hated werewolves, all of them. If he had to hunt every single one down he would.

The sun was almost set completely. He stood and stretched. Fingering his wand he was happy that he had kept his magic. Not all vampires who were magical kept their magic after the turning. Many took their own lives after finding that out. Usually they turned muggles instead of magicals, it was simpler. A cry to his left focused his attention. Silently he moved towards the sound he noticed four boys just inside the woods close to the park. They were kicking something on the ground. He jumped to the closest branch and made his way over until he was above them. The larger of the boys, he must be eight or nine due to his size, stood to the side egging the four others on. A smaller boy, maybe four or five years old was on the ground between the other four boys in a foetal position while they kicked him and threw insults.

It wasn't his problem. He was about to leave when he felt it, a pulse of magic. His eyes widened as he looked at the boy. His ankle which had been broken was fixed along with the gash on his head. Accidental magic, and strong magic at that. It would be to no avail though, the bigger boys were intent on killing him it seemed. Constantly shouting 'freak' and 'worthless' told Arcterus that this was a regularly occurring thing.

He should leave, walk away. But something compelled him to stay, he didn't know what, but he had learned to follow his gut long ago.

_O_ BLOOD MOON _O_

Eideard Potter had his own mission tonight. If any of his coven had found his descendant, they would need Dumbledore out of the castle and to be distracted. His spy within the castle let him know of the monitoring devices in the headmaster's office, hence why he sent the old wizard a letter to meet up in Hogsmeade.

Eideard aparated to the edge of the old village. It had gone downhill since his days as a child here. The village was only about half its size from when he was in school. It had been what, two in a half centuries now? What was that muggle saying, how the time flies? He was dressed in his old familial black cloak. The goblins didn't care that he was a vampire, he was still alive to hold an account with them. Most of his family had forgotten about him by the turn of this last century, which was almost over. He charmed the hood to be a shroud, much like a dementor's hood, hiding him from onlookers.

The sun set late here at this time of year. He requested to meet up with the wizard at 8 pm. That meant there was around 3 hours of daylight. It was dangerous, and could go easily wrong if Dumbledore decided to just open the roof and let the light in. He guessed he would have a split second to aparate away, it was a gamble. He did have two portkeys on him, one that was sewn into his skin right above his heart. If he was stunned or immobilised, he would cause his heart to beat into the portkey and activate it. That took decades to learn how to do, but everyone in his coven learned to complete that task.

Timing was important, if young Harry was anywhere near London, the sun would have set by now. Eideard didn't want Dumbledore anywhere close to London right now. He walked up the street, the witches and wizards of the town didn't give him a second glance. His mind went over his visit to London three years ago.

It was the 4th of December, a Saturday, and the halls were quiet. Some people were arriving and leaving, but not nearly as many as during the week. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please submit your wand for inspection and state your purpose of business," the bored man sitting behind the welcome desk droned, not paying attention.

He handed over the wand that had been his for two centuries. "I have a meeting with the Department of Mysteries. My name isn't important."

The man sighed, scanned the wand, stopped and his eyes bulged. He looked up right into Eideard's black eyes, courteous of a charm. Eideard smiled as he used his abilities to enthral the man before he could speak or raise the alarm of a vampire being there. He nodded, "Thank you for visiting the Ministry Mr. Smith. Here is your pass and wand."

Eideard nodded and thanked the man before moving towards the stairs. He hated cramped spaces with no escape. Using his speed he went down all nine flights of stairs to level 9. His spy had told him of a prophecy concerning the boy that should be his ward. He was still registered as being alive with Gringotts so should have been contacted for custody.

He entered the atrium of the Department of Mysteries to be confronted with a single individual in a grey nondescript robe. "Welcome to the Department of Mysteries. You didn't kill the Welcome Wizard did you?"

He smiled, a real non threatening smile, "No, the man is still very much alive. I ate before coming to London."

They stared at each other for over a minute, it was a game that they played. Eideard wouldn't blink though, no matter how many illusions the man created this time. Finally the Unspeakable cracked and smiled. "I'll get you to blink one day, but not today professor."

The vampire hugged his old apprentice. "It is good to see you, wish it were under better circumstances. I'm told James's will was sealed?"

He growled as he led the vampire through seemingly random doors. "Yes, Albus felt that Harry should be old enough to hear it when it is opened."

"Yet he sealed that information away from me as well."

Croaker nodded and stopped to look at him. "Yes, the only thing I can find out is that he is living in the muggle world somewhere. Lily had a sister and some cousins that moved abroad, but I don't have the means to locate someone who's name I don't know."

"I'll look into it," the man smirked. Croaker knew this, hence why he told his old friend. They walked in silence through the rooms. He was very tempted to nab one of the time turners as they walked through the Time Vault, but refrained, for now. They reached the Hall of Prophecy, high vaulted ceilings that even he could barely make out with his enhanced vision. Rows of shelves as far as the eye could see were covered in small, dusty, glass orbs. Soft light came from candle brackets at set intervals along the shelves. The flames of the candles burned with blue flames, giving a blue hew to the room.

They walked along the shelves, Croaker knowing where they were going, until they reached the prophecy concerning his many times great grandson. He looked to Croaker, "You have Potter blood in your veins still, there should be no repercussions. You just can't take it out of here." He nodded and picked the small sphere off the shelf. Nothing happened so he held it to his ear to hear the whispered prophecy.

Once it was completed he set the glass orb back on the shelf. "My heirs died for that piece of mumbo jumbo?"

Croaker, who did not know the contents, shrugged, "Most of the time they never come true, unless someone orchestrates a way for them to come true."

"By someone you mean an old goat fucker with his hand into too many government positions to do anything effectively?"

Croaker burst out laughing, making Eideard smile. They had a running joke about Albus-too-many-names-Dumbledore. Croaker stopped laughing and took a few good breaths. "I won't ask what it said, better if I don't know. Can you do anything to help the boy?"

"When I find him, yes. Until then, the search continues."

He had left shortly after the visit, no one else in the ministry would remember his coming and going. Now he stared at a mangy run-down old pub. The younger brother owned it, and the name changed since he was a kid. Still the same old building though. The Hog's Head, well it was better than The Frog's Breath. In his days an angry old squib owned The Frog's Breath, he built the building in the 1740s just before he started coming to the village while in school. Ol' man Gaunt, a right old bastard, but was always good for getting alcohol to students.

He stalled long enough, the headmaster should arrive within minutes. He walked inside, with the air of someone who owned the town. Looking around the pub, it was still dingy, but seemed more, uninviting now. Dumbledore's brother was at the bar, they didn't get along to this day but the man never gave him any problems.

He walked up to him, "Don't see many of your kind here." Eideard raised a black haired eyebrow in question. Granted he didn't attempt to hide what he was, but few could actually guess. The bartender continued, "Don't carry any of that fancy blood ale here, you aren't the first to come here and ask."

He nodded with the explanation, "No, I'm here to unfortunately meet with your brother. He's stolen something of mine and I hope to retrieve it."

Aberforth grunted, "Good luck there mate. That man only cares about his plots these days. You can have the downstairs private room. I'll keep an eye out for lurkers by the door."

Eideard slowly made his way to the room. He kept his wand hidden up his sleeve and made small gestures to cast detection spells as he went. He wouldn't put it past the man to put up some sort of ward that would incapacitate him. Seeing the way clear he entered the room. It wasn't at the outer walls of the building, but instead one of the centre rooms. He could smell the lingering stench of past vampires that came to this room.

Deciding to put up some protection runes just in case he spent the time waiting for Albus to show up. When there was finally a knock at the door he moved to the wall opposite of the door, "Come in Albus."

The man had a long grey beard, it had grown since the last time he saw him. What was it now, almost forty years? He was wearing dark purple robes with yellow shooting stars that moved across the fabric. He had a twinkle in his eyes and if Eideard was positive, he felt a small thread of legitimacy. The vampire raised a single eyebrow as Albus fell hard into the pool of blood that was Eideard's mindscape.

Then suddenly the twinkle was gone from his eyes as he blinked rapidly. "Unless social niceties have changed in the last fifty odd years, isn't it customary to greet and shake hands before trying to invade one's mind?"

"Yes, I'm afraid in my old age I tend to forget things," the old wizard paused at the vampire's smirk. "Well, perhaps I'm not that old just yet. It has been a very long time Professor Potter, you haven't aged a day it seems."

"You remember me, that is good. As for my age, you know very well that my kind don't age." Dumbledore sat at the table in the room. Eideard waited to see if the warning rune he placed on the table lit up. It didn't, so that meant he didn't pull his wand out under the table. He moved to the chair and sat down. "Instead of spending time finding which of us could outwit the other, how about we talk plainly?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Very well. Why did you ask me here?"

Eideard sighed, there was no straight to the point with this man. "You know why I am here. I want my grandson."

"What grandson is that?

"Harry James Potter, my six times great grandson Albus," he replied calmly. "He is in pain. I must find him."

Albus actually looked confused by that. "He is a child, they get hurt. How would you know he's in pain?"

"What do you know about vampire familial senses?" Albus gave him a blank stare. "Any person who I turn into a vampire is my child. This is because they take a small part of my blood into them to finish the transformation. For those who already have my blood, I do not need to turn them into vampires to know their general health."

"Are you saying that you have known the health of every Potter for the last two hundred years?"

"Not every Potter, just those born of my loins. I knew the moment James was killed. I know at this moment that young Harry's magic is desperately trying to heal him, and it is failing. Take me to my grandson."

Albus studied the vampire carefully. "He is safe from the magical world. He is with his living family members. You need not worry about him any longer."

It was a dangerous game the man was playing with him. "Let him come with me Albus. I will teach him about his family and his place in the world. When he turns eleven he will go to school."

"As what though? How long before someone from your coven turns him?"

"No one will touch him, even if he were to ask for it."

"I cannot trust your word on this. He is important—"

"Because of the prophecy?" The old vampire asked.

"What do you know about it?" The rune under Eideard's hand lit for a brief moment, just enough to warn him. Albus had pulled his wand under the table. He calmed himself and stopped breathing. It wasn't widely known that a vampire didn't need to breathe, they would keep up the illusion of breathing when around others. Luckily under the robes that were favoured in Britain, one couldn't tell either way. He had an emergency portkey surgically implanted so that he could activate it by taking a deep breath, it was a secret last resort.

"I know of its existence and that it concerns my grandson. Would you care to tell me its contents?"

"What makes you think that I know its contents?"

Eideard slammed his hand on the table. In almost slow motion he felt the magic as he was bound to the chair in chains and garlic. He glared at the headmaster. "I have made no aggressive movements towards you. Release me."

"I don't think so. You are a threat to Harry. I almost hope that you attempt to find him. The wards I have around him will give you eternal peace." He held his wand loosely in his hand, the arrogant tosser.

"I am no threat to him, but he is in danger. His magic is healing him as fast as it can, I can feel it. It won't be enough though, if someone doesn't step in he will die. Not to mention the other dangers out there tonight."

"What other dangers, and I am still not convinced that he is hurt the way you say he is."

"Greyback."

Albus lost a little bit of his arrogance, good. "What about him?"

"He is back in Britain, hunting magical children. My coven is out there right now trying to find him, tonight is a blood moon."

"The aurors—"

"Will be worthless. The prophecy states it will happen tonight."

Dumbledore lost all of his arrogance, and replaced it with confusion. "The prophecy doesn't mention a blood moon?"

"Not Harry's prophecy. The vampire and werewolf prophecy. It was given by a seer over forty-five hundred years ago, just after the birth of the first Vampire and Werewolf. However, If something happens to Harry while I tell you this, I will kill you."

Albus looked away, the temptation was so strong. He had an addiction to information and knowledge. This was something he had never heard before. Harry was safe, his tracking charm said so just before he left. He nodded, "Tell your story."

The elder Potter sighed and spoke with his professor tone to the younger man. "It is a common misconception that vampires and werewolves come from Eastern Europe or Russia. We were in fact born first in Egypt during the 3rd Dynasty under the pharaoh Djoser. It was a peaceful time for the most part, yet the wizards in those days, many of them acting as the gods, were always experimenting with magic.

"The wizards during the third Dynasty might have had peace within the lands of Egypt, there however was a magical war between them and the wizards of Greece to the north. Both groups experimented with magic to create beasts to battle the others. Greece created the chimaera, Egypt turned around and created dementors. It was a bloody mess.

"The Egyptian wizards were determined to create a type of shock troop to attack Greece with. They used pregnant women and used magic to try and enhance the children. Every ritual failed, except two. The first child was born as a snake. It was years later that they realised the girl was the first successful animagus. All previous attempts had failed, hence why many of them had animal heads or body parts.

"The second successful ritual was a blood based ritual. A pregnant woman had been chosen. She was much larger than other pregnant women. She was also the daughter of the pharaoh. The father of her children was sacrificed to power the ritual. What they didn't count on was who this man was. He was the grandson of Set, a wizard who attempted the animagus transformation and failed. He was stuck as a half dog, half man. The ritual was tainted before it even began.

"We now know that a pregnant woman's magic as well as the babies will prevent almost all permanent injuries through magic. Even go so far as to protect the baby's life from most anything. They didn't know that back then, the ritual called for a pure sacrifice. Before they could place the infant selected for the sacrifice into the circle, magic tried to take it from another source.

"The woman was carrying twins. Magic attempted to kill one child while enhancing the other. The baby's magic fought back. The woman died during the ritual and both babies were born during the full moon. One baby was part wolf, the other pale with red eyes. The first werewolf and vampire were given life.

"Miles away in Delphi, the Oracle gave the prophecy that many covens and packs live for today. I don't put much stock in it as it's been well over four thousand years. Greyback believes in a version of this prophecy though, that makes him very dangerous.

"'Under the Blood Moon they are born. Cursed Blood and Cursed Blood. They are two halves of a whole. Apart they are weak, enemies, opposites, apart they will be! Cursed Blood and Cursed Blood under the Blood Moon! Together they are strong, together they are one! Cursed Blood becomes Pure Blood!'

"The werewolf packs that follow the prophecy have distorted it over time into believing that a child turned under the blood moon will become the strongest werewolf and lead them to domination. I have no clue how they got that, unless they never received a written copy of the prophecy, and it has just changed by word of mouth over all thi—"

He broke Albus's confinement spell as he doubled over in extreme pain. Eideard screamed, he hadn't felt pain like this in almost two hundred years! Flashes of something passed by his eyes, a boot coming down on his face, a fist connecting to his jaw, a sudden pain in his foot as another boot crushed it.

"H— Harr— rry," he croaked out. "They are killing him." He rolled over, looking at Dumbledore. Tears fell from his pain-filled eyes. His eyes rolled, something else was there. A connection to something so evil— "He is being possessed, something is breaking my connection to him!" Opening his eyes he could see Albus's face go pale as the blood drained. "Please Dumbledore. Take me to him, I will make sure he survives and attends your school. You have my word!" A flash of magic signified the oath.

Albus thought quickly. He needed Harry to sacrifice himself if his theory about the prophecy was correct. This new threat of Greyback though was worrisome. If the soul piece in his head was trying to take over now, the boy had to die. If the elder Potter could save him though—

With a flash of flame a phoenix appeared in the room. It sang softly soothing the vampire's pain. Standing he looked at the bird with a genuine smile, "Thank you Fawkes, it has been a long time." The bird flew to his shoulder and rubbed against the vampire's cold skin. Where he touched was warm. A phoenix was one of the few creatures on the planet that could bring warmth to a vampire.

"Fawkes, take us to Harry please, he is in trouble," Albus asked. The bird jumped off Eideard's shoulder and hovered between the two. They each held onto the phoenix's tail feathers and in a flash of benign flames, they were gone.

_O_ BLOOD MOON _O_

London

Damn those vampires. He had just apparated to the north side of London. They had to be hunting him, no other reason for them to be out in the daytime. He knew those cloaks, it was that same coven that had been hunting him for the last ten years! Now they had new enchanted cloaks to protect them during the daylight. He had a mission! It would liberate them too!

His mind drifted to his goal, the teachings his father and sire gave him as a kid. He walked along the road keeping out of the way of the muggles. No need to attract attention. The prophecy of the Blood Moon, and how it promised one day a child born under the blood moon would lead the packs to dominance across the world. He was born as the 7th generation great grandson of the Werewolf of Dole. It was in his blood, so he should be the one! He had tried, but there was just too much opposition. It wouldn't deter him though. Tonight was a Blood Moon, and he would find a magical child.

That was when the wind changed and a familiar scent reached his sensitive nose. It wasn't widely known, but a werewolf could smell magic in much the same way a shark could smell blood. He closed his eyes and concentrated, the source was to the north, so he sped in that direction. It was still a few hours before nightfall, so he had time to track his prey down.

He wound the streets until a house seemed to glow. He could smell the magic in the house. A child was in there, a child of the blood he sought. The full moon would rise in hours, he used magic to hide himself and waited. It was a quiet muggle neighbourhood, which told him that the child was most likely muggleborn. Perfect, the ministry wouldn't care if he turned children here. He'd have to take them and hide them, perhaps actually have one of his females raise the child.

Disillusioned, he looked through the windows. There he saw a girl, about five or six, two adults who must be her parents, and an older woman. He could see no wands or magic being used which made him smile. Using his skills he spent his time scaling the brick building to find the girl's room. It was almost nightfall when he found it.

Nightfall, only thirty minutes to go before the full moon would rise! His adrenaline was already surging through his blood. He was so close to being able to change without the moon. Hopefully this child would be the one of prophecy, able to transform at will. Those blood-sucking cousins of theirs thought the prophesied child would be theirs. How wrong they were, he knew that the child would be a werewolf, the story had been passed down. He crouched down into the hedges. Soon as he transformed the disillusionment would end, he had no time to spare. Bite the girl, grab her and run, he repeated over and over in his head.

He could feel it, his inner wolf was coming out to play. Bite the girl, grab the girl, run. Bite the girl, grab the girl, run. He repeated it, keeping it at the forefront of his mind so the wolf would know. They had worked together like this for decades. Stalking their prey as a man, then hunting as a wolf. They were so close to being the one for the prophecy. Each new wolf he created brought him closer. If he wouldn't be the one, then one of his pups would be!

Then the pain hit, a pain he was intimately familiar with. He let it wash over him as he always did when his wolf came out to play. As soon as the transformation was complete, the wolf opened his mouth and howled.

_O_ BLOOD MOON _O_

Madeleine Smith smiled as her almost six-year-old granddaughter explained something she learned in school. Her first born son and his wife were cooking dinner alone in the kitchen. She knew that they had wanted more children, however after the accident that killed their daughter's twin, they never talked about it again.

Mrs. Smith knew that her granddaughter was magical though, she herself being what the magical world called a squib, someone born to a magical family but didn't have magic themselves. Her granddaughter however had magic to spare. This girl was already controlling her abilities, not in nefarious ways of course, but to get books off shelves, stop falling objects, even heal small injured animals.

She watched as her granddaughter played with the small kitten she had saved earlier that day. She had taken a four hour nap after performing her miracle healing, but she was right as rain as soon as she woke up. The orange tabby tried to bat at the small toy mouse. It was an old toy from a cat they had passed right around the time the girl and her twin were born.

"Nana look!" The young girl cried. The kitten was up on her shoulder as she sat next to the sofa. She was giggling and happy. Madeleine laughed as the kitten started to lick the girl's hair, as curly as it was, the kitten was most likely to get its tongue stuck in her curls.

"Little owl," her daughter-in-law called from the kitchen. "Go wash up, dinner is almost done."

"Okay mummy!" She called back as she set the kitten on the floor and ran to the downstairs lavatory.

Madeleine picked the kitten up and set it inside the box they placed along the wall for it. If she had to guess it was only a couple months old. She walked into the kitchen to see her son with his arms around his wife. She loved her son, even considering the circumstances surrounding his conception. Shaking her head to get those terrible memories out she cleared her throat.

"Mum!" He exclaimed, jumping away from his wife like a teenager would. She laughed and shook her head at his antics. "Make a noise when you walk into a room would you?" In a very bad stage whisper to his wife, Helena, he said, "Perhaps we should buy her a bell?"

"You do that son, and I'm sure Helena wouldn't mind focing you to sleep on the sofa for a long while."

"She wouldn't do that!" He claimed, scandalised at the suggestion. "Would you honey?" He asked while his wife laughed.

Their daughter raced into the room and took her place at the table across from her Nana. Madeleine watched as Helena brought the hot pot over and set it down on the table. The dinner was delicious as always. Helena was a good cook, and considering her son could burn water, that was a good thing.

They retired to the sitting room and brought out Snakes and Ladders to sit down and play. About an hour later it was starting to get dark out and the six-year-old was starting to yawn. Helena took her up to take a bath and Richard went to get them a glass of wine.

"So, when will one of you cut back on work so this old lady can attend to her garden at home?" Madeleine owned a small cottage in Wakefield where she had a full garden in her backyard that she loved to mess around in. During the week though she had been watching her granddaughter while Richard and Helena worked on their new dental clinic.

"Mum, you aren't old," he protested, ignoring the rest of her question.

"Richard, I will be sixty three in less than two months. I am not as young as I used to be."

"You could move in with us?"

"No Richard. This is your house, I do not need to be looked after."

"When school starts back up we will be able to adjust our schedule. I'll look at hiring another doctor as well. I just don't like you being three hours away. If you get hurt or something…" He trailed off, leaving his concerns open and out there now.

"Richard, I have wonderful neighbours. We all look out for each other. You don't need to worry so much."

The man sighed, "I know mum." A call from his wife brought him to his feet. "Time to go tuck our little owl to sleep. They had taken to calling her granddaughter 'little owl' due to the number of books she seemed to consume. She was almost six and reading books well above her level. She sat there and tried to think about the last time the girl even opened a picture book. It had to have been that summer before her fifth birthday.

Then a chilling sound froze her to her core. It was a loud, deep, and long wolf howl.

It wasn't like the wolves she had living north near her. It was more primal, it was a sound her parents talked about, one word came to her mind, werewolf. What froze her more was the fact that it sounded as if it was right outside the house. She didn't have time to think though, at that moment a loud crash was heard from upstairs.

"HERMIONE RUN!" Shouted the voice of her son before she reached the stairs. She heard a crash then her son yelled, "HELENA! OH GOD NO!"

Her granddaughter screamed as she ran down the hallway towards the stairs. She wrapped the girl in her arms and turned to run just as the bedroom exploded outwards and a werewolf was standing right there. Her son's neck in the wolf's clawed paws. Its yellow eyes bore into her, freezing her with Hermione wailing in her arms.

Richard made a gurgling sound and choked out, "Run," just as the werewolf decided he was done with his food and crushed her son's face and head with his powerful jaws. She stood transfixed for just a second, but in that second her son's life flashed before her eyes, the young man growing up, meeting her boyfriend, being adopted by that same man after their wedding, the announcement of his place at university, graduation, his wedding day, his announcement of his wife's pregnancy, holding his twin girls, the funeral after the crash that killed Miranda, and holding him as he grieved then started to heal.

Her baby boy was dead, his lifeblood spilled onto the carpet of his house, his body fell to the floor as she bound down the stairs three at a time. She almost made it to the door as she felt her feet lifted off the ground and she was tossed across the room right into the china cabinet.

She held Hermione protectively in her arms as the wolf stalked them. He was huge, grey fur that was wild, his eyes yellow and teeth sharp. Hermione was ripped from her arms by the beast who sniffed her. He reeled back, as if surprised then it gave Madeleine a wolfish grin. It carefully held the crying girl as he brought her up to his jaw. She realised he was trying to purposely infect her granddaughter!

She grabbed the silver fork that had fallen from the display cabinet and stabbed the wolf on his leg. He dropped Hermione into her arms as he howled in pain. The sound hurt her ears but she moved with the adrenaline coursing through her body. Her dead son and his wife didn't die just to let their baby girl become a werewolf. No! She was at the door when a claw raked across her back then she was flying again.

This time between the landing and the pain in her back Hermione fell from her arms. The girl was petrified and frightened, she had good reason to be. "Hermione," she gasped. "Run." Where were the aurors? Didn't they have something to detect werewolf attacks?

The werewolf lunged at her landing on top of the older woman. His breath was terrible as he growled at her. He sniffed her then brought his claw down to her chest and started to push. She let out a strangled cry as the wolf intended to crush her chest.

"NO!" cried Hermione as a blast of magic blew out every window, and sent the wolf into the kitchen through the wall. "Nana!" She was over the older woman crying. "Get up Nana!"

"Herm— mione… run…"

The wolf wasn't to be deterred, he jumped through the hole in the wall made by his entry into the kitchen. He was angry and growling. He picked the little girl up and lightly bit her left shoulder, letting his saliva run down into the new wound.

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She screamed and cried while she watched in horror. The wolf then dropped Hermione's limp body to the ground, she had passed out. Good, she wouldn't be able to watch as the wolf ripped her nana apart.

The little kitten darted from under the sofa and latched onto the werewolf's leg, digging its small claws into flesh. The creature was not to be deterred, it reached down picking the kitten off of its leg and dropped it into its mouth where its powerful jaws crushed down, ending the little furball.

Closing her eyes as the wolf closed in on her to finish his meal she thought of her late husband, her son who died minutes ago, and her daughter who was blissfully unaware of this. Then she heard a series of cracks.

The wolf howled as voices shouted. She opened her eyes to see two people in red robes, aurors, and two people in dark blue robes, obliviators. So they thought they had to fix accidental magic? The spells flew overhead as they battled against the faster and stronger werewolf. Finally he broke their lines as his massive jaw clamped down on the throat of one of the obliviators. Blood flew at the man's colleagues as the wolf bound through the door and into the night. He let out a victory howl and was gone.

"Get a healer here," the woman in red robes ordered.

The remaining obliviator vanished with a loud crack as the other auror, a man with black eyes and dark brown skin knelt down by her side, "Ma'am."

She shook her head and spoke slowly. "He scratched my back. Need dittany and silver."

"You're a witch?" He asked surprised. The woman came over hearing his question.

Madeleine coughed up some bile and they rolled her over. The woman knelt behind her and started casting spells at her back. The pain lessened some allowing her to talk easier. "Squib. Granddaughter is magical, but she doesn't know about it yet. My son and his wife weren't magical."

A series of cracks broke the sounds around the house and two wizards in lime-green robes, healers if she remembered correctly, went to Hermione and a witch came over to her asking for the situation.

"Healer Tonks, werewolf attack. It was Greyback," Madeleine sucked in a breath at that. She knew that name. "This woman was scratched, I've applied pain reducing salve into the wound but need ditany and silver."

The healer opened her bag and started to apply the potion to her wounds. "My granddaughter was bitten," she knew there was no way to hide that face from these people.

Healer Tonks spoke with a soft voice, she seemed almost kind about it, "Don't you worry. We will take good care of her here. The hospital will admit you both for a couple weeks. As the next full moon approaches though you won't be allowed in the hospital, precautions you understand."

She nodded as one of the male healers came over, if she had to guess he was closer to her own age, "Healer Tonks, the girl was bitten. We've sealed the wound and stopped the bleeding. Infection is almost guaranteed."

"We have two bodies up here. Looks like his point of entry!" Shouted an insensitive auror. She closed her eyes as the professionals talked about what they were going to do. Her opinion was never asked or even considered. Her eyes watched her granddaughter's face. The girl had tear streaks down her sleeping face and blood stained her clothes.

They would have to move further into the country, somewhere that they wouldn't be disturbed. Before the next full moon so the ministry wouldn't have their address. She wasn't going to register her granddaughter, if they had to leave Britain so be it.

No matter what decisions they would make in the coming months, there was one irrefutable truth. Hermione Jean Granger was now a werewolf before her sixth birthday.

_O_ BLOOD MOON _O_

Little Whinging, Surrey

Arcterus watched impassively as the young wizard tried to heal his wounds. The boys were doing more damage than his magic could heal though, he knew it was only a matter of time. Then the boy rolled over, flopping onto his back from being knocked unconscious. The lightning bolt scar… it was Harry Potter, the boy he was searching for. Why here though? There were no wards that he could feel or sense, nothing to protect him! Even a werewolf could get to him tonight!

The boys left him there and walked away, laughing at their game of "Harry Hunting" as they called it. Arcterus waited for them to leave when he moved out of the tree next to the young boy. His left knee was bent to the side, his right femur was broken and sticking out of his skin. Moving up the boy's body he could see the oversized clothes that might have just been the fashion, but he doubted it considering the other boys weren't dressed this way.

The shirt was ripped open, blood pooled to the left side near his kidney where a large gash was openly bleeding. Looking to where he had been laying the vampire could see it was from a rock the boy was dragged across. He knew no healing spells to help heal the boy, and only had the special blood potions that he would need.

Then the memory passed across his mind, a pair of red eyes looking down at him as he lay dying, "I can help you, the price might be more than you're willing to pay though."

Eideard was going to kill him. It was the only way to save the boy, he could count six broken ribs, a punctured lung, both arms broken and a bleeding wound on his head from where one boy got some good kicks in.

He knelt down and used his wand, "Enervate."

He groaned as his bright green eyes opened. Arcterus spoke slowly, and deliberately. "Harry Potter, you are dying. I know a way to save you, but you must accept my offer. Do you want to live Harry Potter?"

The boy looked into his silver eyes, "N— no. I— m a freak"

"Anger welled up inside the vampire. "You are no freak Harry. I work with your great granddad Potter. He's been looking for you since your parents were killed."

A new emotion, hope. "I— I have a— family?" he slowly spoke and coughed.

"Yes Harry, however you have to accept my offer. I can heal you, you will become like me. Only able to live at night. You can meet your family and leave this place. We will find a new home." The boy was dying, there was no time! His left hand was covered in the boy's blood as he tried to hold the kidney inside his body. Slowly he nodded. "You must speak the words Harry Potter. Do you accept my offer, no matter the price?"

"Y— yes," he choked out as his eyes rolled and his body started to shake.

Arcterus bent over to the boy's neck, his tongue ran over his fangs which elongated, ready to complete their function. Time seemed to stand still, the sounds of the small town vanished, the birds still awake as the moon rose quieted, even the squeaky swing which was rocking in the breeze made no sound. His fangs pierced the young boy's neck, the blood flowed into his mouth as he sealed the bite location with his lips.

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The boy's body started to thrash while the vampire used his tongue to deliver its saliva into the wound. It was not known outside of vampire covens that they turned people the same way werewolves did, with their own saliva. Then a backlash of magical energy shot him away from the body and into a tree.

His arial path went through that tree, breaking its trunk into splinters as he continued past it hitting the ground with his back. The magical blast messed with his abilities as he would normally land safely, however he was disoriented. He bounced off his back into the air, his head followed by his body heading for another tree, this one thicker and not the edge of the trunk but the centre of the tree.

His senses came back to him just before impact allowing him to use a small bit of magic to push himself out of the way of the tree. Landing on the ground he looked at the boy. He was almost fifteen metres away! He moved back to the boy and watched in horror as a black cloud poured from the boy's scar.

Tendrils of green magic lashed out and into the ground, looking for something. Then a face formed within the cloud. The vampire had never met the one who called himself Voldemort, but he had seen memories from other vampires who had. How was this possible?

"This body is mine!" The spirit commanded. "It shall be my new vessel. You cannot have it vampire!"

This was the situation that his sire, Eideard Potter, and Albus Dumbledore flamed into. "Carrow report!"

Looking between Dumbledore and Potter he let them know what had happened. "I came across the Potter boy being beaten up by a group of older boys led by someone called Dudley. I didn't see that it was Potter until the boys had left. He was dying, and I didn't know any healing magic to save him.

"I gave him the offer, and he accepted." Eideard groaned. This wasn't good, "I told him the whole truth and he wanted it."

"What offer?" Albus asked.

"Sorry Professor," the younger vampire said. "If someone is near death we offer them a life beyond life. But our coven doesn't make them a vampire against their will."

Arcterus had never seen Dumbledore angry, until now. His wand was in his hand and he appeared ready to use it on him when the spirit spoke. "I know that magic, my old friend, Albus Dumbledore. You failed to save this boy and I will destroy you for it!"

The Professor, Not his professor anymore, Arcterus reminded himself, calmed himself and turned toward the spirit of Voldemort. "Not today Tom. You cannot have young Harry's body."

"How do you plan to stop me Dumbledore! He is mine! As soon as I drain the rest of his life. The vampire almost stopped me, but now no one will!"

Eideard looked on in horror. If Dumbledore had just given him his grandson this wouldn't happen. Only one piece of magic could allow someone's soul to attach to another, and why would Dumbledore not know about it?

Arcterus watched the boy's body. He managed to start the transformation, but it had been interrupted. What would that do? The body of the Dark Lord was almost solid in the cloud of magic. He had to do something, the boy didn't deserve this. His mind went to his own unborn child, NO! There was a blur as Arcterus moved past Eideard and Dumbledore and before anyone could react, his fangs were stuck into the neck of the Dark Lord. He punctured the cloud and started to suck the odd fluid that came out!

"What? How are you doing that? Stop it, vampire!" The Dark Lord bellowed.

"Arcterus!" Eideard yelled. Looking past the cloud that was starting to shrink he could see the fear in Eideard's eyes. Something was wrong, he knew what this magic was and he feared what it could do to him. It didn't matter, he must save the boy.

Lightning cracked with no storm, a magical barrier formed around them. Arcterus could hear a voice beyond the Dark Lord crying out.

"My dear Arcterus," his eyes widened as he saw the visage of his deceased wife. "It is time to come home, my husband. Our daughter wishes to meet you."

He looked back at Eideard and willed open his mental connection to his sire. "Take care of your grandson. Teach him to defeat this monster. I can feel his knowledge, take it!"

_O_ BLOOD MOON _O_

Eideard felt flashes of images in his mind. A cup surrounded by gold, a locket in a deep cave, a ring hidden in a hovel, a tiara in some room surrounded by mountains of old junk, and a book handed to someone with long white hair.

Then he saw what Arcterus could see, the man's wife beckoning him to release. The young vampire released, not because of his own will, but because of the magical explosion that centred where he stood. Eideard was blown off his feet but landed a few feet away safely. Albus wasn't so lucky, he hit his head knocking him out.

His eyes widened in surprise as he could see the Dark Lord's cloud of magic being ripped from his grandson. It was trying to keep hole, but was being pulled by Arcterus who was flying through the air backwards. He moved and caught his child before he landed. There was a rip as the magic connecting to the boy was removed. The Dark Lord cried out in agony as the cloud slowly vanished.

Dumbledore was stirring now as he watched his child's skin dry and start to crack. He stared up at Eideard without seeing him. His voice cracked, "Mariposa— how— I've missed— you." He gave a last smile as his body slowly turned to dust.

Albus was staring at him in disbelief at what he'd just witnessed. "Rest easy my child, be with your family." He moved to Harry's side, before the dust of his vampire child had even hit the ground. "Albus, scan him for the horcrux."

If he was surprised, he didn't show it as his wand that Eideard was now staring at, was moving over the boy's head. "Impossible, you can't remove a horcrux without killing the host."

"Arcterus has seemed to find a way." Eideard knew how, the closely kept secret of the vampires. He wasn't about to share it either. "He started to turn Harry too, yet it wasn't completed."

"About that—"

"No, I will take the boy. Now that he doesn't have the horcrux in his head your plans, whatever they are, must change. Like how many of those abominations did the madman have?"

Dumbledore fingered the wand, he was obviously weighing his options. Eideard was prepared, he had the portkey ready. Then the man did something completely unexpected, he put the wand away. "I do not know," he finally admitted. "I haven't had the time to do much research on it."

"Then we will work together. I will raise my grandson to be a member of this society. I will keep you updated on his health and we can even plan on meet ups in the future. He shouldn't have been this injured while under your care.

"My coven are all oathbound. I will start putting out my network to find any and all information that I can. If Harry has any side effects from this we will work through them together. I want all of the information you have on Tom Riddle. I was not in this country during his rise, I need your help on this matter."

He nodded to the demands, "What do you mean by side effects?"

"Arcterus was attempting to save his life by changing him into a vampire. I can feel it, but the process wasn't completed due to the horcrux. He might be a normal wizard with an aversion to sunlight, or might have no magic at all but become a full vampire. Simple fact is, I do not know. Never in the history of our world has something like this happened.

"His heart still beats though?"

The elder Potter nodded, "Yes, he still lives. Beyond that I don't know." He looked directly into the headmaster's eyes. "Will you work with me, or will I take my grandson and never visit Britain within your lifetime again?"

Albus seemed to deflate. "Very well, can you meet me during the Christmas holidays?"

"I intend to take him up to his parent's grave sometime this year. Perhaps we will arrange a time then."

At that moment a patronus zoomed between them. It stopped allowing the vampire to see it was in the shape of a lynx. A deep booming voice spoke out, "Albus, Greyback attacked a muggleborn child. At St. Mungo's." Then it vanished.

"It looks like we were right about Greyback tonight. You have your hands full tonight Albus. I will get Harry to one of my healers and send you the report. Let's plan to meet on December twenty-three at that tiny pub in Godric's Hollow."

Dumbledore looked tired, "Very well. I hope to see you both then Professor."

"Not your professor anymore. Good day Albus." With that the vampire and the boy vanished with a light crack.

Albus stared at the spot they left for a good minute. Everything would change now, and how did this affect the prophecy? He turned on the spot and vanished as well to go take care of Greyback's chaos.

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AN: Thank you for reading!