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Authors Note: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews; and a BIG thanks to Insane and Crazy for another insanely long review. Hope you like this chapter as well as the last, and please review.

-Chapter Five-



White, glowing, pupil-less eyes stared out from a young man's face; white, thin eyebrows arched elegantly, white hair reached black-clad shoulders and sharp cheekbones under pale marble-like skin. A fancy business suit, tailored to fit him perfectly; a black silk tie and shirt almost completed the picture. Almost. Two huge, shining, elegant black wings sprouted from his shoulder blades. Right now they were folded nicely against his back.

Harry just stared and stared with an open mouth. It made the man in the mirror look quite ridiculous, but right now he could care less if the apocalypse came. He could deal with the suit that even came with a black silk handkerchief in the left pocket and the two black pens sticking out of his right pocket, he could deal with the white hair and the pupil-less, shining eyes. But who the hell was expecting him to deal with the wings!

'You look good Harry,' the voice said. 'Very good indeed. You fit perfectly for this form; I'm glad I choose it for you.'

'Back up! You choose it for me?'

'Of course! I control almost everything in the Magical World. Now, what are you going to call him?'

'First of all I want to know exactly what I am!' Harry retorted. He was examining the form closer. 'What's with the hooked nose? I look like Snape!'

'It's not as big as Snape's,' the voice pointed out. 'Hey, don't blame me for it! I just choose what creature you were going to become, the look of the form comes on its own with no help from me.'

'You're a weird one, you know that? So what am I?'

'You might say that you're some kind of an angel.'

'Some kind of an angel?' Harry asked. To tell the truth he did look quite good in this form.

'You aren't fully angel as that would make the real angels pissed off at me, but you're close. Imagine what you can do in that form!' the voice sounded extremely satisfied. 'So, what are you going to name him?'

'How about 'Mayon'? In Hindi it means 'the black god'.' Harry suggested as he changed back into himself.

'I like it; it fits the form just as the form fits you.' the voice replied. 'Now get ready, the next Pretend is about to take place.'

'Thanks for the warning.' Harry said flatly.

'Hmpf, see if I'm going to warn you next time.' The voice replied, but it was lost on Harry who was once again on the floor fighting to keep from screaming in pain.

This time it took even longer for the pain to disappear. When it finally did Harry stood up and looked into the mirror. He literally had to keep himself from fainting in shock. His skin was completely black with dark purple, slightly glowing signs all over. The ears were pointed like Elf- ears, and the two huge coal black bat-like wings that sprouted from his shoulder blades stretched on their own accord. The next thing he noticed was that he had no mouth and that the eyes had no pupils, but were glowing yellow-orange. He was also completely naked, yet he wasn't; it was as if he was wearing tights in the same colour and pattern as his skin. Else he had the height of a normal teenager and that was about it.

(Ok, now this is weird.) Harry thought as he examined the form closer. (Even weirder than the black-angel one.)

'I think you look pretty nice,' the voice commented. 'Though why a demon- form choose you, I have no idea.'

(What?! You didn't give me this one?)

'Hey, I said that I commanded almost everything. Note the 'almost' in that sentence.' The voice replied. 'Remember the time I told you about Fate and Destiny? Well, you might say that...that they are my counsellors.'

(You are afraid of them, aren't you?) Harry asked, then changed back into his normal form. What was he supposed to await next year? An elephant? Dinosaur? 'You know, I hope this doesn't happen every year.'

'No it won't, only on the 15th and 16th birthday, though some new forms might pop up in extreme situations. And I am not afraid of Fate and Destiny! I'm just wise enough to listen to them. What are you going to call that one by the way?'

'I was thinking about Ala-aliquis.' Harry replied. 'Quis for short.'

'Ah, it fits. Now, you better get to bed before your uncle gets up to see what the commotion is about.'

'But wouldn't he notice me gone those four days?' Harry changed clothes and crept under the cover.

'I made an illusion of you those days you were missing, and nothing really happened. I'll also make sure the owls just drop the letters and gifts for you then fly off again. Now go to sleep! You need it.'

Harry decided not to argue with the voice, and did exactly what it told him to. He didn't have nightmares, nor did he have visions of Voldemort. For the first time since he had been captured by those idiotic Phoenix Agents, he could relax.

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Two days later found Harry working a double shift in the library. The other librarian had called in sick, and he was alone in the whole library. It was one of those days when everything went wrong. The population of Little Whining had decided that this was the perfect day to go and borrow books, and Harry was sure that they did it to test how fast he could work. Several local girls had come to 'borrow' books, but they had instead followed him around all day and giggled and pointed. Even the weather was against him! It was grey, rainy, wet and windy.

Harry had just sat down and was planning to stay in the chair for the next few years, when a shadow fell over him. Inwardly he groaned and cursed whoever it was to the seventh hell, but outwards he just looked up at the person standing in front of him and offered a tired smile.

The man was of the same height as Snape, he kept his white shoulder-long hair in a neat ponytail, the skin was a bit paler than normal. He wore a completely white, fancy business suit, and black sunglasses hid the eyes. The man gave him a piece of paper where a couple of titles were written, then followed after him completely to the back of the library.

Harry looked at the titles again. All of the books were old, almost forgotten history and mythological books. And all of them were huge and heavy. He looked to the top of the shelf where all of the books were placed, sighed and got a latter then began to climb towards them.

//Watch it young one, or you'll fall.// It came so suddenly that Harry nearly lost his hold on the latter and fell. //That's exactly what I said,// the voice was patient, old and wise. It sounded a lot like the one that inhabited his head. //You have to be careful. I don't know what animal- blood runs through your veins, but be careful nonetheless. I don't think that the Wizarding World could spare their greatest hero.//

Harry looked down at the man in white. The man was staring right back, and Harry carefully avoided meeting the golden, now uncovered eyes, and focused his stare somewhere at the man's forehead.

//Who the hell are you and what do you want?// he asked as he slowly made his way down the latter.

//A King told one of us that you could vouch for him if need be.// The man replied.

//What has Rex gotten himself into this time?//

//Nothing really, I just wanted to check out if he told the truth. Is there somewhere we could talk privately?// the two of them started back to the front of the library, Harry carrying the books.

//Not today. But perhaps tomorrow?//

//By that time you'll be long gone my young friend,// the man replied as Harry checked the books out. //Even if I can't read your mind, I know what you would do. It's a normal human reaction.// There was a short silence. //But if you're free tonight maybe we could meet in the park a few blocks away from Privet Drive?//

//What's so important that you wanted to talk to me anyways? I'm just a teen.// Harry looked curiously after the man in white as he walked towards the huge doors.

//Just a teen indeed Mr Potter,// the voice was full of amusement. //But have it your way.// It continued as the man opened the door. //Good day to you young Pretender.// Then the White Man, as Harry unconsciously had named him, was gone out into the rain.

'Okay now, that was close!' the voice said. 'I thought he would never leave!'

'Who was that?' Harry asked.

'Cian, the oldest of the vampires.'

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Harry sighed gratefully as he closed and locked the doors of the library. He had just chased the last giggling, walking hormone out, but only after he had given her his phone number and told her that his name was Dudley Dursley.

He rubbed his temples as he went towards the back of the library. He still had to sort all the books that had been delivered that day, and had to put them back to their respective shelves.

'Don't worry,' the voice reassured him, 'I'm here and I'm going to keep you with company.'

'Oh, good God.'

'I hope that that was meant in a good way.'

'Decipher it as you please.' Harry replied and picked up the first few books. 'Fantasy, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Children, Myths, Legends and History, Science Fiction.' It went on like that for quite some time, then he began to put them back to where they belonged, starting with the Children Books first as they were furthest away.

When he came back he noticed two things. One: all the other books were gone, and the cart which had previously been holding them was empty. The other thing was that he was definitely not alone anymore.

'Voice, did you know that this was going to happen?'

'Not really, Fate and Destiny forgot to tell me again.'

'Do you at least know who it is then?'

'Of course I do,' the voice replied sounding offended. 'It's Cian, Athan, Ramsis, Zev and Pyralis. You might say that the five of them are some kind of leaders among the vampire population.'

'Oh joy.' Harry thought as he picked up the keys to the library. He then headed towards the back entrance of the building. //Since you're kind enough to put away the rest of the books for me Cian, we'll talk. Meet me back at Privet Drive in my room, which I have no doubt that you know where to find. And bring your charming friends with you if you wish.// Harry locked the backdoor, checked it, then headed off towards Privet Drive.

It had stopped raining, and the full moon and the stars were peeking out now and then giving the whole scene a mysterious look. As he passed the park he swore he saw someone hurriedly run over the road leading to the children playground. Harry smiled, pretended not to have seen the person, and continued towards Number 4.

However, before he could reach the house, his senses went into high gear and he instinctively jumped to the right, drawing his wand and pointing it at the attacker. There was no one there. Harry growled and pocketed the wand and continued.

'Blasted vampires,' he thought. 'If they absolutely have to check my fighting skills, couldn't they have warned me first?!'

'I don't think it works that way.' The voice told him. 'By the way, you know the Shield charm that can protect you from a Basilisk? Good, then cast that one on your eyes and you'll be able to look the First Vampire in the eyes again.'

'Why didn't I think of that?'

'Well, I have a few suggestions-'

'Don't even think about it.'

The Dursley's didn't pay attention to him as he came in, nor when he went into the kitchen to get something to eat. They were surrounding Dudley, who was bragging about having a date with a girl he had never talked to but who knew his phone number. Aunt Petunia was sniffing with tears streaming down her cheeks, mumbling about how her little baby Dudders had grown into a fine young gentleman. Uncle Vernon was congratulating his son, and telling him that they needed to have a Father-to-Son talk later on. Harry didn't even want to think about what that talk might contain and hurried up to his room as soon as he was finished eating.

'Vernon giving Dudley the talk about Flowers and Bees is something I could go without hearing.' He closed the door after him and sighed in relief.

//Something has come up young one,// Cian's voice penetrated his head. //We will be slightly delayed for the meeting. I do hope you don't mind.//

//Take your time First One,// Harry replied. //I have some stuff to do myself.//

//Then we'll meet later tonight.//

'Whoever said that vampires were murdering monsters?' Harry asked no one in particular as he walked over to his trunk and opened it. 'Some of them are polite; annoyingly polite at times.'

'Come on Harry,' the voice said. 'You know that some of them have been existing for over five thousand years. I think that they have had enough time to perfect their manners.'

'Always that optimist, eh?'

'And you are almost always a pessimist.'

'No I'm not, I'm realistic.' Harry replied and sat down at his desk. He dipped the quill in the ink and started to write. Maybe befriending Gemmy Kanchigai wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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I know, I know, short again. But I still have that thing to write for school, so you'll just have to bear with me. If anyone wants to see pictures of Harry's new forms, drop me a mail or state so in your review.

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And thanks to Rys for Beta-ing this chapter and for helping me out when I was stuck.

Ala-aliquis: Latin for Winged-One