This is chapter two. This was originally just all going to be one chapter, but I posted it separately because I felt like it. This changes, and I don't think it is quite as good as the first chapter, but I wrote it at 4.00 in the morning. So sue me. Of course, you won't get anything, because I have nothing, but still… I even added A/N's in the story. Twice. That should tell you I'm tired. Normally, I wouldn't be this tired at 4.00 am, but normally, I sleep later than 10.00 am. So I've been up about 16 hours. I'm rambling. Read the bloody story already!
Chapter 2
~Jean-Claude~ (the costume)
^Harry to Jean-Claude^
Harry looked at him and replied. "I will answer your question, but I need a couple answered first. In America, what do the Muggles know of magic? Are they aware of it, or are they like the Muggles here?"
Snape frowned. "I don't see what..." Harry gave him a look to rival his own, and Snape answered the question. "The Muggles in America do not know anything of magic, just as the ones here don't. Why do you need to know?" Privately, Snape wanted to know why—'Jean-Claude' did he call himself?—didn't know this.
Harry sighed in relief, and ignored Snape's question. "Good, that means the council won't be paying us a visit, that's not something I believe Albus would like to deal with." He was about to continue, but Snape interrupted.
"Council?"
"Yes, the vampyre council. They are the vampyre's ultimate law. ~But they don't exist, just as I don't exist.~ ^Perhaps you do exist, just in another dimension.^"
Snape looked at him oddly, because he had just carried on a little mini-conversation with himself, but didn't say anything about that... for a second. "Why are you talking with yourself?"
"The way these costumes are, it is as if we are partially these people. Normally, the strongest personality, which would be the original's, would take over, but there would be little remnants of the costume's personality left, and you would be able to do their/it's magic. In your case, there isn't any of Lockheart's personality left, but you could most likely perform a killer memory charm. In mine, almost all of the costume's personality remains, and it is more of a blending of us and our magic. ~Could you stop referring to me as a costume?~ ^But you are.^ ~I know, but it is disconcerting.~ ^Alright, fine.^ Most of his personality is left, because he is over three hundred years old and a master vampyre. ~A strong one.~ ^Yes, I know.^ At any rate, the vampyre's of Jean-Claude's dimension are different then ours. The bloodlust can be controlled, as you age you gain powers, and other differences. I don't know them all, as I don't know how much of what I know of vampyres here is correct."
Snape looked stunned. "So, what you're saying, is that you are like a super-vampyre/wizard crossbreed?"
Harry was amused. "In a way. Don't worry about it," he put a tiny bit of power into his words, and Snape, because he really did not want to have to worry about it, didn't. "So, what do you think of…" and Harry changed the subject. They continued conversing pleasantly on into the night, neither one quite realizing quite how much they were relaxing with one another, until a giant yellow chicken walked to their table.
"I've got you know, Harry Potter!" the chicken said in a squeaky voice, and frowned. (A/N: can chickens frown? And yes, I realize that [points up a couple paragraphs] was a cop-out, but I couldn't think of anything for them to say! You guys would have been left forever!) The chicken took out a wand, and waved it over himself. "Resero [Reveal]!" Immediately, the glamour disappeared and Lord Flight-of-Death himself appeared in front of them. "I'm going to kill you, Potter!" and he brandished his wand at the man. Harry looked away from Snape, bored.
"Really? I must make sure to scratch you from my will," and turned back to Snape, who was looking at him, stunned.
"You're Potter?!" he asked, astounded.
Harry looked amused. "Why yes, I do believe I am." He might have continued, but Lord Voldemort, who was getting frustrated at being ignored.
He pointed his wand at a small child-like thing standing nearby, that was staring fearfully at him. "Avada Kedavra!" But before the flash of green light could reach the child, a shield appeared in front of it.
The child-thing looked gratefully at Harry, and said, "Thank you so much Harry!"
Harry smiled at him and said, "You're welcome, Colin. Now go over there." Colin went over to join the rest of the students and teachers clustered against the far wall. Harry looked at Voldemort. "I have had enough of you, killing my family and friends, torturing those I love and care for, even desecrating their homes and graves! Yes, I know you tried to re-animate them so you could torture them in front of me. Thank Merlin you couldn't. This is where it finally ends." As Harry spoke, his voice grew in power and intensity, just as it had earlier, but this time, it was all focused directly on Voldemort. "This time, you DIE!!!" and with the final word, he pointed his wand, and Voldemort fell. "Anima Deleo!"
A flash of light flew from him and hit…something. Harry sighed wearily and waved his hand. With that, all the costumes disappeared, except his own. "Finally, it's over. ~What's over?~ ^The reign of terror. I'm sorry, but it is time for you to go. I thank you for your help.^ ~It was no problem. I only wish…~ ^Yeah, I know. Goodbye.^" Harry slowly changed back to himself, with one exception. He opened his mouth to speak, and realized he still had fangs. He heard a faint voice say: 'I left them and my voice. Have fun!' and he chuckled silently. "I am tired. I am NOT going to the dormitory, or speaking to Albus. Hide me, quick!" he pleaded the Potions Master desperately. Snape smirked.
"And what do I get from this?" he asked. Harry slowly smiled at him, and he felt a warm shiver run through him.
Harry purred, "Why, whatever you desire…and think you can get." And with that, he stalked toward the dungeons, followed by a bemused and rather… warm Snape. As he walked into Sev's rooms, he thought to himself: Thank you for your gifts, Jean-Claude, I will have lots of fun with them.
~Fin.
Next up (Should there be a next up): Sirius and Remus find out just who Harry's boyfriend is…and not in the pleasantest of ways.
Review replies:
yellowfox: Yeah, I continued it. Here's the end.
Els-chan: Yeah, I thought that was funny too. The Demonic Duo ::Hey! We resemble that remark:: [growlf!] otherwise known as my sisters ::Oh.:: were watching that, and I thought I'd put it in. Nope, not from Vampire Hunter D. Never heard of that. From, I believe the book was called Burnt Offerings. It's an Anita Blake story. Don't worry about babbling ::yeah, Katy does a lot of that:: this whole fic was basically one long babble. And ignore the voices that aren't mine here. They belong to my muse and his Linisee. ::Hey! No! Don't ignore us! Clap if you believe in a poor Vampyre hunter—:: don't be getting any ideas, Oberon ::—and his Linisee!:: [Rowlf]
The Red Dragons Order: faints I can't believe you read this! I practically burn candles at your alter! subtly shuts closet door to shrine Thank you so much! Here! I updated!
Viscountess Babbles-On: Faints You too! This is just the story for attracting The Greats! Well, I sent you an e-mail with my review reply, so I won't copy it here, but thank you for reviewing my story! glomps Replying to you was what prompted me to finish it tonight (this morning?).
Black Rose: bows Thank you, thank you! Donations are accepted! I appreciate the compliments! Go check out The Man-Who-Killed, it's reloaded with an important A/N at the bottom. grabs Vamp-Harry away protectively Hey! Watch it! He belongs to Sev! Besides, he might bite.
SlytherinAtHeart: Why, of course I can leave it there. I'm Slytherin too, and we never do what everyone would like. But, I did finally write more, and here it is.
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