A/n: Yo! This is Just another Person (crack ass name but at least its not
sumthin like HarryPottersdreamgurl227)! This is a response to
hermoniegranger's challenge #2!! Lol. Sadly, I cannot think of my own
ideas!! Well actually... I am trying to write another story but not until
I've gotten 5 or more chapters out on this one sooo yeah. Whoa... Weird way
of doing things, but whatever! Pity for me... So anyway, I am just
wondering why in hell you are (not y'all that is unprooper language (those
are meant to be misspelled!) ha ha!) reading this: There's a story ya know!
Read it! Gezzzzzz. People scare me sum times... Ok... A fair warning, I
don't write like this in my stories!! Ah hell no, my writing is much better
then this! This is just random words!!! They actually have real words..
Yes people, real words. You should be proud... **gets an award** You love
me, you really love me!! **breaks down crying**
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
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Chapter 1: Wonders of the Night
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A lone figure walked across the castle grounds in the night. Harry Potter, also known as The Boy Who Lived, had too much on his mind to sleep. His two best friends had long ago fallen asleep.
Walking along Harry's thoughts were on Cedric. How many times had Harry sat thinking about him, he didn't know. The guilt was building up, and even though he knew he couldn't change the past he kept dreaming about it. The nightmares of seeing him die over and over weren't helping much either. His thoughts turned to Cho Chang. The feelings he had of her had died along with Cedric. He couldn't look into her eye anymore without knowing he'd been the reason her boyfriend had died. Cho wouldn't smile anymore, and she quit playing Quidditich.
A ruffle of bushes and a twig snapping made Harry turn around, facing the Forbidden Forest, "Who's there?" His question lingered in the air. He cursed himself under his breath for not bringing his wand. It was too dark to see anything past five inches away.
A pair of red eyes stared back at him. The eyes narrowed and started growling. Harry's eyes widened and he started racing back to the castle, never looking back.
The pair of eyes vanished and appeared in front of the messy haired boy. Harry barely had time to stop before he crashed into the monster. The moonlight hid the face of the figure that towered over Harry, but it was apparent that the thing was extremely pale and it had a human shape to it. It didn't hesitate to attack Harry, flinging him to the ground.
It was at that time Harry wished he had been stronger. His frail body was crush under the pressure. The thing pinned him to the ground. Their eyes met, yellow to green, and Harry was paralyzed. Two sharp fangs appeared from the mouth of foe.
"Somebody help-!" Harry Potter's cries were muffled by the hand of attacker; better know as a vampire. Harry bite the hand, but the vampire just glared, unfazed by the mark left on its hand. Then a cruel smile danced upon its lips. The vampire opened its mouth wider.
Leisurely, the vampire leaned in; a sharp prick to the neck was all it was at first. Then the vampire began sucking his blood out; slowly and painfully. Harry screamed louder then he even had before. It was such a pity that the scream was cut off because of Harry passing out; someone might have actually heard him.
When the boy awoke he was still there, blood running down his neck. He blinked, what had happened? He couldn't remember. He'd glanced at his watch, and then he remembered it didn't work anymore. He laughed at his stupidity.
"Probably just dozed off..." Harry mused. He looked around. It was still dark and he could go back to the dormitory without anyone knowing he was missing.
That was what he did, but instead of going to bed he went to the bathroom; getting rid of the blood that had dried on his neck.
He dampened a cloth, hissing in pain when he felt a sharp ping of pain as the cloth hit his neck. He shakily raised his hand to his neck. He felt to parallel bumps; they were aching. Harry's eyes widened and he raced toward the mirror, there, plain as day, were a pair of bite marks.
Then realization dawned on Harry. Memories came flooding back. Getting up, Harry raced to the library. His mind saying, 'I should have paid more attention to that Vampire essay in third year and not have thrown it away' over and over again.
It didn't take him long to find a book on vampires. Flipping through the pages, he finally found what he was looking for.
"Vampires are inconsistent creatures, they're highly dangerous and never to be trusted. Up until the early 1800's the vampires roamed free. Hemingulas Flimanar and a group of expert Aurors gathered them up and set them into a graveyard. Now they are held in a cemetery in Ireland. Spells are used to keep them in, making it impossible to escape. They only attack if the think you bring harm or if you trust past an area they claimed. If a person is bitten by a vampire, signs will take up to 24 hours to appear, or they won't appear at all. A week after being bitten the victim will start to gain vampire abilities. Then a month after the final change will appear. Not a lot is known about human turned Vampires, as Margui Marcklus was the last human turned vampire, over 200 years ago. No one has turned since."
Harry closed his eyes, great. He didn't trust pass on any area, and he sure as hell didn't bring any harm upon them. He didn't even have a wand! He wanted answers.
Over the next two hours Harry looked in the books, but he didn't find any answers. Finally he gave up. He didn't head back up to the dormitory; instead he went to the north tower.
For the second time that night he'd wished he had his invisibility cloak. Not that it would have mattered if he had the Marauders Map.
He didn't feel like a vampire. He didn't act like one. He didn't know anything about them! Well that was a lie. He knew something's. Nothing of what he knew helped him though.
He felt like crying, running away, anything, but he couldn't. He had a duty to the Wizard world: To defeat Voldemort. Dumbledore had told him earlier that the Order of Phoenix would take care of it and he wouldn't get involved. Harry laughed. He lied. Dumbledore had lied to him. Harry was going to defeat Voldemort, or die by him. That was the way his life was going.
And along his life he'd have to things that'd be hard, such as living through this. Even if he didn't want to, he had to. People were counting on him. Hermione and Ron, even if they didn't say it, were counting on him to get rid of Voldemort. The boy closed his eyes, for once not caring about anything.
He had to take this rationally; no one would care if he was a vampire. He'd still be the same person, right? He could tell his friends.
He shook his head. Facing them would be the next task; right now sleeping was his first. So, Harry wrapped a scarf around his neck, hiding the bite marks, and drifted off to sleep.
"...Wake up! Bloody hell! The boy sleeps like a log 'Mione! Can't we just leave him hear?" A whinny voice of Ron Weasley was the first thing Harry heard an hour later, but he didn't bother opening his eyes.
"Ron stop being a baby!" Hermione Granger chided him. She started shaking him lightly, "C'mon Harry... Wake up..."
Harry opened his eyes, "Huh?" He looked around. What was he doing here? The he remembered. His eyes glazed over.
"You've been missing all morning! We have DADA to go to. You don't want to be late do you?" Hermione smiled, "Lupin wouldn't be to happy."
Harry nodded. Remus Lupin had come back to teach this year. Dumbledore didn't want another imposter as a teacher.
"C'mon mate." Ron said practically shoving Harry out the room.
Apparently Ron had brought his books so they headed straight for the Defense against the Dark Arts.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the room and took their usual seats. A few minutes later, Professor Lupin walked in. "Today we are going to be talking about Vampires. Nasty creatures they are."
Harry looked down. This couldn't be good.
"Does anyone remember anything about vampires?" The Professor asked.
Hermione's hand shot up, and the professor called on her, "They were banned from the wizarding society in 1772 by Hemingulas Flimanar, the minister of magic, because of the various attacks on witches and wizards. Flimanar claimed that if they didn't do something about it everyone would have turned into vampires. They were sent to Ravanagar, which is guarded by the highest trained Aurors. Because of the imprisonment no ones been bitten for over 200 years."
"Correct, 15 points to Gryffindor. Vampires don't need blood to live, they eat ordinary food just like humans. Biting people is what vampires use for immortality. If they bite a person they won't be able to die without a stake through the heart. Once a person is bite, they turn into a vampire. Don't worry about it though; the vampire graveyard is well guarded. No vampires have yet to escape."
Harry felt nauseas. His head felt ready to explode. Questions continued to run through his head.
"Professor? Do vampires die in the sunlight?" Dean asked. Beside him, Ron snickered.
"No. That was a muggle theory because the vampires were so pale. They turn pale because the lack of blood they have." Lupin smiled. "Continuing, vampires are by heart evil creatures. Once a person is bitten, they turn evil until they have no feelings at all and are heartless. They can kill 15 people without being aware. Then humans that had turned were often used to fight against the light side."
"Horrible!" Harry heard Hermione whisper. Harry felt himself getting smaller. He had to get out of there.
"They are extremely smart. They use their intelligence to out wit witches and wizards. They plot in seconds, even the best chess player would loose against them. Yes, even you Ron." The professor smiled at the shocked look on Ron's face. "This is the get their attacking skills from. The Aurors had to use very advanced dark magic to get the vampires in one area. Being secluded in one area made the vampires turn against each other, loosing trust in one another. One out of two vampires were killed by the other."
"No bloody way!" Ron hissed to himself, "I'm glad they locked them away! Look what they could of done!"
Harry felt himself go weak; he couldn't stay conscience much longer.
"Harry! Harry! Are you okay? Professor!! Harry's really pale!!" Hermonie's voice flew through Harry's mind and everything went black.
"He was pale before too! I think he's sick..." The second time that day Harry awoke to Ron's voice.
"I'm fine... I need to go..." Harry mumbled. Vaguely aware of the hospital room he was in. He had to get out of there before they found the marks on his neck. Harry stumbled out of the bed and ran out the door, not to sure of were exactly he was going.
The time seemed about late 9 early 10 at night. Not that is mattered to Harry.
'I am a bloody monster! They should just kill me now! I'll probably turn on Ron and Hermione. I can just see the face they'll pull when I tell them the truth... If I tell them the truth..'
Harry wouldn't let the tears fall; he was too old for that nonsense. He hadn't cried since he was 4 and he wouldn't start now.
Looking around Harry realized he was on the top tower. 'Good Merlin, I really need to start thinking.'
He walked over to the window and got on it. The view was breathtaking. Everything was quiet, peaceful. The trees blew silently in the light fall wind.
'Wouldn't be so much easier to end it now? Would I fly back if I jumped? It wouldn't surprise me if I did.' Harry's smiled bitterly. Something along those lines would happen to him. They always did. He didn't seem able to die.
He jumped off the window seal onto the floor. He started walking back, but he turned once again. The crescent moon glittered back at him along with the stars. It was in that moment not even he could have predicted what he did next. With amazing speed Harry dashed back toward the window and leapt.
~TBC~
A/N: Sucky beginning chapter huh?? Don't worry it gets a lot better after this =D **evil cackle** Er. did that not make sense to you either?? Any way. Please review!!! Flames and other comments are welcome!!
REVIEW!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
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Chapter 1: Wonders of the Night
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A lone figure walked across the castle grounds in the night. Harry Potter, also known as The Boy Who Lived, had too much on his mind to sleep. His two best friends had long ago fallen asleep.
Walking along Harry's thoughts were on Cedric. How many times had Harry sat thinking about him, he didn't know. The guilt was building up, and even though he knew he couldn't change the past he kept dreaming about it. The nightmares of seeing him die over and over weren't helping much either. His thoughts turned to Cho Chang. The feelings he had of her had died along with Cedric. He couldn't look into her eye anymore without knowing he'd been the reason her boyfriend had died. Cho wouldn't smile anymore, and she quit playing Quidditich.
A ruffle of bushes and a twig snapping made Harry turn around, facing the Forbidden Forest, "Who's there?" His question lingered in the air. He cursed himself under his breath for not bringing his wand. It was too dark to see anything past five inches away.
A pair of red eyes stared back at him. The eyes narrowed and started growling. Harry's eyes widened and he started racing back to the castle, never looking back.
The pair of eyes vanished and appeared in front of the messy haired boy. Harry barely had time to stop before he crashed into the monster. The moonlight hid the face of the figure that towered over Harry, but it was apparent that the thing was extremely pale and it had a human shape to it. It didn't hesitate to attack Harry, flinging him to the ground.
It was at that time Harry wished he had been stronger. His frail body was crush under the pressure. The thing pinned him to the ground. Their eyes met, yellow to green, and Harry was paralyzed. Two sharp fangs appeared from the mouth of foe.
"Somebody help-!" Harry Potter's cries were muffled by the hand of attacker; better know as a vampire. Harry bite the hand, but the vampire just glared, unfazed by the mark left on its hand. Then a cruel smile danced upon its lips. The vampire opened its mouth wider.
Leisurely, the vampire leaned in; a sharp prick to the neck was all it was at first. Then the vampire began sucking his blood out; slowly and painfully. Harry screamed louder then he even had before. It was such a pity that the scream was cut off because of Harry passing out; someone might have actually heard him.
When the boy awoke he was still there, blood running down his neck. He blinked, what had happened? He couldn't remember. He'd glanced at his watch, and then he remembered it didn't work anymore. He laughed at his stupidity.
"Probably just dozed off..." Harry mused. He looked around. It was still dark and he could go back to the dormitory without anyone knowing he was missing.
That was what he did, but instead of going to bed he went to the bathroom; getting rid of the blood that had dried on his neck.
He dampened a cloth, hissing in pain when he felt a sharp ping of pain as the cloth hit his neck. He shakily raised his hand to his neck. He felt to parallel bumps; they were aching. Harry's eyes widened and he raced toward the mirror, there, plain as day, were a pair of bite marks.
Then realization dawned on Harry. Memories came flooding back. Getting up, Harry raced to the library. His mind saying, 'I should have paid more attention to that Vampire essay in third year and not have thrown it away' over and over again.
It didn't take him long to find a book on vampires. Flipping through the pages, he finally found what he was looking for.
"Vampires are inconsistent creatures, they're highly dangerous and never to be trusted. Up until the early 1800's the vampires roamed free. Hemingulas Flimanar and a group of expert Aurors gathered them up and set them into a graveyard. Now they are held in a cemetery in Ireland. Spells are used to keep them in, making it impossible to escape. They only attack if the think you bring harm or if you trust past an area they claimed. If a person is bitten by a vampire, signs will take up to 24 hours to appear, or they won't appear at all. A week after being bitten the victim will start to gain vampire abilities. Then a month after the final change will appear. Not a lot is known about human turned Vampires, as Margui Marcklus was the last human turned vampire, over 200 years ago. No one has turned since."
Harry closed his eyes, great. He didn't trust pass on any area, and he sure as hell didn't bring any harm upon them. He didn't even have a wand! He wanted answers.
Over the next two hours Harry looked in the books, but he didn't find any answers. Finally he gave up. He didn't head back up to the dormitory; instead he went to the north tower.
For the second time that night he'd wished he had his invisibility cloak. Not that it would have mattered if he had the Marauders Map.
He didn't feel like a vampire. He didn't act like one. He didn't know anything about them! Well that was a lie. He knew something's. Nothing of what he knew helped him though.
He felt like crying, running away, anything, but he couldn't. He had a duty to the Wizard world: To defeat Voldemort. Dumbledore had told him earlier that the Order of Phoenix would take care of it and he wouldn't get involved. Harry laughed. He lied. Dumbledore had lied to him. Harry was going to defeat Voldemort, or die by him. That was the way his life was going.
And along his life he'd have to things that'd be hard, such as living through this. Even if he didn't want to, he had to. People were counting on him. Hermione and Ron, even if they didn't say it, were counting on him to get rid of Voldemort. The boy closed his eyes, for once not caring about anything.
He had to take this rationally; no one would care if he was a vampire. He'd still be the same person, right? He could tell his friends.
He shook his head. Facing them would be the next task; right now sleeping was his first. So, Harry wrapped a scarf around his neck, hiding the bite marks, and drifted off to sleep.
"...Wake up! Bloody hell! The boy sleeps like a log 'Mione! Can't we just leave him hear?" A whinny voice of Ron Weasley was the first thing Harry heard an hour later, but he didn't bother opening his eyes.
"Ron stop being a baby!" Hermione Granger chided him. She started shaking him lightly, "C'mon Harry... Wake up..."
Harry opened his eyes, "Huh?" He looked around. What was he doing here? The he remembered. His eyes glazed over.
"You've been missing all morning! We have DADA to go to. You don't want to be late do you?" Hermione smiled, "Lupin wouldn't be to happy."
Harry nodded. Remus Lupin had come back to teach this year. Dumbledore didn't want another imposter as a teacher.
"C'mon mate." Ron said practically shoving Harry out the room.
Apparently Ron had brought his books so they headed straight for the Defense against the Dark Arts.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the room and took their usual seats. A few minutes later, Professor Lupin walked in. "Today we are going to be talking about Vampires. Nasty creatures they are."
Harry looked down. This couldn't be good.
"Does anyone remember anything about vampires?" The Professor asked.
Hermione's hand shot up, and the professor called on her, "They were banned from the wizarding society in 1772 by Hemingulas Flimanar, the minister of magic, because of the various attacks on witches and wizards. Flimanar claimed that if they didn't do something about it everyone would have turned into vampires. They were sent to Ravanagar, which is guarded by the highest trained Aurors. Because of the imprisonment no ones been bitten for over 200 years."
"Correct, 15 points to Gryffindor. Vampires don't need blood to live, they eat ordinary food just like humans. Biting people is what vampires use for immortality. If they bite a person they won't be able to die without a stake through the heart. Once a person is bite, they turn into a vampire. Don't worry about it though; the vampire graveyard is well guarded. No vampires have yet to escape."
Harry felt nauseas. His head felt ready to explode. Questions continued to run through his head.
"Professor? Do vampires die in the sunlight?" Dean asked. Beside him, Ron snickered.
"No. That was a muggle theory because the vampires were so pale. They turn pale because the lack of blood they have." Lupin smiled. "Continuing, vampires are by heart evil creatures. Once a person is bitten, they turn evil until they have no feelings at all and are heartless. They can kill 15 people without being aware. Then humans that had turned were often used to fight against the light side."
"Horrible!" Harry heard Hermione whisper. Harry felt himself getting smaller. He had to get out of there.
"They are extremely smart. They use their intelligence to out wit witches and wizards. They plot in seconds, even the best chess player would loose against them. Yes, even you Ron." The professor smiled at the shocked look on Ron's face. "This is the get their attacking skills from. The Aurors had to use very advanced dark magic to get the vampires in one area. Being secluded in one area made the vampires turn against each other, loosing trust in one another. One out of two vampires were killed by the other."
"No bloody way!" Ron hissed to himself, "I'm glad they locked them away! Look what they could of done!"
Harry felt himself go weak; he couldn't stay conscience much longer.
"Harry! Harry! Are you okay? Professor!! Harry's really pale!!" Hermonie's voice flew through Harry's mind and everything went black.
"He was pale before too! I think he's sick..." The second time that day Harry awoke to Ron's voice.
"I'm fine... I need to go..." Harry mumbled. Vaguely aware of the hospital room he was in. He had to get out of there before they found the marks on his neck. Harry stumbled out of the bed and ran out the door, not to sure of were exactly he was going.
The time seemed about late 9 early 10 at night. Not that is mattered to Harry.
'I am a bloody monster! They should just kill me now! I'll probably turn on Ron and Hermione. I can just see the face they'll pull when I tell them the truth... If I tell them the truth..'
Harry wouldn't let the tears fall; he was too old for that nonsense. He hadn't cried since he was 4 and he wouldn't start now.
Looking around Harry realized he was on the top tower. 'Good Merlin, I really need to start thinking.'
He walked over to the window and got on it. The view was breathtaking. Everything was quiet, peaceful. The trees blew silently in the light fall wind.
'Wouldn't be so much easier to end it now? Would I fly back if I jumped? It wouldn't surprise me if I did.' Harry's smiled bitterly. Something along those lines would happen to him. They always did. He didn't seem able to die.
He jumped off the window seal onto the floor. He started walking back, but he turned once again. The crescent moon glittered back at him along with the stars. It was in that moment not even he could have predicted what he did next. With amazing speed Harry dashed back toward the window and leapt.
~TBC~
A/N: Sucky beginning chapter huh?? Don't worry it gets a lot better after this =D **evil cackle** Er. did that not make sense to you either?? Any way. Please review!!! Flames and other comments are welcome!!
REVIEW!!