Drake's past
a/n: Okay this is the third chapter and I must say I really enjoy writing this story, I think all of my ideas that have been building up are finally wanting out, so all of them are gonna be in this story. After looking over my thoughts, I think this might make it to 15 chapters at the least, because I'm just getting most of it from my dreams or off the top of my head as I see it happening!! ^^ Enough ranting..on with the story.
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H-Harry," she began looking up at him nervously,"We need to talk."
Harry immediately froze on the spot. He almost stopped breathing as time seemed to stop. He knew she would want to talk about it, but he didn't know if he was ready. If he was ready to face rejection from her. He sighed and hung his head, he looked up to meet her soft gaze, "I know," he answered.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but closed it when Harry started to get up. She grabbed his arm gently and gave him a stern look,"You shouldn't be moving around."
He stared at her a moment, before he shook her grip loose and climbed out of the bed. He crossed the room to the fireplace, he kept his back turned to her as he began to talk. "I'm really sorry about this morning Hermione. I just couldn't help myself," She could hear him give a sigh before he continued," Truth is....I-I think I like you more than a friend."
Hermione gasped shocked, but got up and started to make her way towards Harry. "Harry...." She asked softly.
He turned to her, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "My brain won't admit....that I have feelings for you, saying it's not logical to like your best friend like that, but my heart is telling me different. Telling me that I should give it a try, because deep down I know I can't change these feelings inside."
By now tears had made their way down Hermione's face,"I understand, if you don't feel the same way. Hermione, I just had to let you know, that I think my feelings, no, I know that my feelings for you, have crossed the line of friendship."
Hermione gave him a small smile before leaning into his arms. She hugged him with almost everything she had. Harry, who was still in shock from what he had just told her, not to mention confused as to why she was hugging him, tried to hug her back the best he could.
"Harry...." She started but instead of finishing she kissed him square on the lips.
Harry fell into the kiss, wrapping his strong arms around her small waist, and pulling her closer. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer; deepining the kiss. Harry felt a burning sensation inside his body, and his head started to spin. He felt Hermione go weak, and he held her up as he kissed her more lightly.
He pulled away and opened his eyes, Hermione was staring at him through her eyelashes and she was biting her bottom lip, "Harry, I think I have feelings for you too, feelings more than friendship."
"Y-you do!?" He asked a shocked expression on his face. She nodded at him.
"Yes.....yes I do," Hermione answered looking up at him.
Harry gave her a big grin and picked her up, he then spun her around and carried her over to his bed. He layed her down on the bed and moved so he was above her, he placed an arm on each side of her, so he could hold himself up, and so he could make sure she wouldn't move.
As he looked down at her, he smirked.
"What are you planning Mr. Potter?" She asked suspicsiously.
He leaned down so his mouth was by her ear and whispered,"Oh, nothing Miss Granger." He then moved his head and placed his lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper. He could even feel her smiling against his lips.
Wave after wave of electricity washed over his body. It was the most wonderfully feeling he had ever experienced, and he never wanted it to stop. Unfortunately it did when Hermione pulled away.
"You need to rest Harry." She said seriously even though she had a smile on her face. He sighed and placed a light kiss on her lips that lasted for a mere three seconds, and then he pushed off from the bed and layed down beside her.
He smiled when she layed her head on his chest and hugged him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her on the head,"Harry," Hermione said looking up at him,"I was really worried about you, when...I heard about you getting hurt during your tests." She said knowing he didn't know she watched, and she wasn't about to tell him.
"Don't worry 'Mione, I'm fine. It will take more than lack of energy to beat me." He said grinning at her, but serious all the same.
"Still..." She said laying her head down once again.
He had just dozed off when he heard a knock on his door. When he went to move his was pushed back down. Harry looked over to find Hermione sitting up with her hand on his chest,"I'll get it, you rest."
He nodded and closed his eyes, listening he could hear Hermione get up from the bed and make her way across the room and finally opening the door. Harry smiled when he heard who was at the door,"Hello Lupin." Hermione said opening the door.
Lupin gave her a weak smile and handed her a tray of food,"Since you both missed breakfast, I decided you should at least eat something before you go to sleep."
Hermione grinned and grabbed the tray, she then made her way over to the desk and sat the food down. "Thank you Remus." She said turning around to face him.
"Your welcome," He replied and paused to grin,"and please get some rest. For all of us."
Hermione giggled and Harry gave a small chuckle from where he was still listening on the bed. Lupin himself gave a small chuckle as he shut the door behind him.
Hermione turned around and walked towards the bed, when she sat down Harry opened his eye closest to her, and gave her a smile that spread from ear to ear. She smiled back and looked over at the tray, "Want to eat?" She asked looking back over to him.
He nodded and she got up and got the tray; she brought it back and they began to eat.
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Darkness surrounded him, and there was blood everywhere. The young man stood from his place on the ground and looked up to the destruction around him. Bodies of fallen friends were laying in piles along the dead field. Small fires were burning some cars and buildings in the distance.
A frown crossed his face as he walked along, getting closer to the dim light the fire emitted. He came upon a building in ruins, and hid behind it as he heard whispering. A large voice boomed in the distance, and he peeked around the wreckage to see a man dressed in black; speaking to a crowd of minons all dressed in brown robes.
"The slayer has been killed!" He yelled cheerfully, and the crowd erupted into cheers,"We have finished her off, not to mention the town."
He took a moment to look around the ashes and rubble that layed around him before he continued,"We failed however. Failed to kill the boy who could ruin everything. Everything we have worked for."
The crowd booed and yelled, you could see the man grinning through the hood of his robe," It's time to find the boy, before his father realizes that he has a son. For his father is just, if not more dangerous to us on the side of good."
"Is that clear?" He asked pulling a black sword from the inside of his robes. The crowd cheered in understanding,"MOVE OUT!!" He screamed holding his sword high above his head.
The boy threw himself down on the ground behind the rubble, as he heard weapons being pulled out and marching coming his way.
He layed face down on the broken pavement and tried not to move or breath as the men in brown robes walked by. Some kicking dead bodies as they went searching the town.
His hair fell into his face as he stood up, and his green eyes searched the area to find some place safe. He looked down, there was dead man with a sword laying at his feet. The boy grabbed the sword and began to run behind the building. He stopped every few seconds to make sure that no one had seen him.
The boy tripped over something and fell face first into the dirt as he was running to a car just a few feet away from him. He turned over and winced as he noticed his sword pierced his side when he fell. As he looked up he saw a man with piercing blue eyes, and short blonde curly hair.
The man was wearing a long dark jacket and a black silk shirt under it, with an amulet hanging around his neck, he smirked and gave a small laugh, "Where are you heading to boy?"
The boy grabbed his sword and started to crawl backwards, but the man stopped him by reaching down and grabbing his collar, "I asked a question."
"L-leaving.....I'm leaving this place." The boy stuttered under the glare of the older man.
"Good, it's not safe here...." He trailed off looking into the younger boys eyes,"Go," He said helping him up and pushing him towards the car.
The boy grabbed his side and ran towards the car. He jumped in and started the car. Pressing on the gas he looked over to see the man still watching him. The boy drove until he got to the main road, and it looked as if he had enough gas to get him somewhere far from that place.
Sighing he turned on the radio. Reports of a city being attacked had been confirmed and the boy knew it had to be the city he just left. Ignoring the pain in his side as he drove down the deserted road, the boy saw a highway at the bottom of the hill he was currently on. A few cars were driving along as he slammed on the gas going as far away from the people in hoods as he could.
The boy drove for about thirty more minutes and had been on the highway for about twenty-five of those minutes. He saw the sign of another city up ahead, the moon shone over his head as he pulled into the large town.
He turned a corner after he entered the city and kept driving looking for a hospital. He felt himself get dizzy as he saw the hospital sign come into view. He blinked a few times to try and make it go away, but passed out before reaching his destination.
His car flew off the road and hit poles and benches until it flipped a few times and slid to a stop almost directly in the car parking lot.
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Harry Potter awoke in a cold sweat as he shot up in bed. His hand flew to his scar almost out of instinct; it wasn't burning. If it wasn't a dream about Voldemort then.....what was it. He looked down at his side and lifted his shirt up. After inspecting his side he found that there was no wound of any sort, it must have not been him either.
Sighing he looked over to see Hermione still peacefully asleep on her side, her back facing him. Harry smiled for the first time since he had his nightmare and layed down again wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to himself.
How he ever got this lucky he would never know. Who would have thought that Hermione Granger could like him? Him!! Still he was as happy as he could be since Sirius' death. He watched silently as her chest rose and fell as she slept peacfully. Harry really couldn't explain how it felt when they kissed.....but it was however the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced.
Even when he and Cho had kissed the year before, it was nothing compared to the first kiss he had shared with Hermione. He couldn't think straight when she had kissed him, everything around him had disappeared and nothing mattered except that she was kissing him, and he never wanted it to stop.
Harry could still remember the feel of her soft full lips, pressed firmly against his. Why he had never just given into his urges to kiss her earlier he would never figure out. Even if she had rejected him it would have been worth it. Just to feel what it would have been like to kiss her, and now he was glad he did kiss her.
Silently he lifted his head up and pressed a kiss on her cheek, before laying his head back down and going to sleep.
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Harry Potter awoke to the sound of arguing going on outside his bedroom door. He looked over to find Hermione staring at the door listening intently also. She gave him a small smile when she noticed he was awake. He flashed her a grin as he grabbed her hand, gave it a small squeeze, then turned his attention back to the door.
"I told you, the boy still needs rest. You can't start his training again." The first voice said.
"Yes, but what if there is no time, like there was none for my father Remus." The second voice replied.
(a/n I'm guessing the first voice is Remus Lupin....placing my bid for voice one: REMUS LUPIN!! ^^)
Lupin sighed, "He wasn't given the powers from some stone either Drake."
(a/n Bid for voice 2: Drake Summers!! WOOHOO!!)
"It doesn't matter. His powers could manifest at any time, and time is what we don't have." Drake growled.
Lupin nodded his head and sighed,"Could we just give him a little more time to rest, please."
"Sure, but I will tell you this Remus. I've searched for ways to change my past ever since I awoke in that hospital. I know all about who my father was and maybe still is. I've researched god given powers, and evil demon given powers for years. I think Harry's gift has come from a true angel..." Steps could be heard as someone retreated down the stairs.
A loud sigh was heard before more foot steps down the stairs.
Harry turned and looked at Hermione. She gave him a confused glance before she kissed him on the cheek, "What do you think that was all about?"
"Me..." He replied closing his eyes. He opened them when he felt something on his face. It was Hermione's hand.
"Harry...." She started but trailed off as Harry looked up at her sadly.
"Never knew I could cause so much trouble and not have a clue what I'm doing in the first place." Harry said giving her a sad smile.
Hermione's stare softened at him, "You haven't done anything wrong Harry. Your just tired."
He smiled at her and pulled her down in for a hug, "I'm the luckiest man alive." He said sighing into her hair.
"Why is that?" She asked pulling back to look at him.
He made eye contact with her, loving the feeling it gave him,"Because....I have the smartest, funniest, most caring, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, or met, in my arms." Her eyes bore into him, they were full of warmth, joy, and love. They comforted him.
She broke into a grin and pressed her lips on his. He pulled her closer smiling to himself as he kissed her. Again the kiss had the same affect on him. All he could feel was her lips on his, her hands entangled in his unruly raven hair. All he could think about was Hermione.
He could feel her tremble slightly when he ran his hand over her exposed skin on her shoulder. He pulled back and gave her a grin while panting.
"Has anyone ever told you that you were a great kisser?" Hermione giggled.
"I'm serious." He said cupping her cheek with his left hand.
"No. No they haven't." She replied.
"Well you are." He said kissing her softly on the lips.
"You are too." She said pulling away from the kiss. Harry chuckled softly before looking at his watch he layed on his table beside the bed.
He sighed before looking at her,"It's time to get up."
"I know." She said removing herself from his arms with a small pout on her face.
"I'll meet you at breakfast." She said getting up.
"I'll see you there." He said grinning at her and getting up also.
Harry watched her until the door was blocking his view. Then he walked over to his trunk and grabbed some clothes to wear that day. He smiled as he walked into the bathroom. Waking up with Hermione had certainly put him in a good mood. Especially since she was his, for the moment anyways.
After getting out of the shower and brushing his teeth, Harry walked back into his room, in nothing but a towel. He grabbed a pair of black boxers and put them on along with some tan cargo shorts, and a red Independent hoody. He put on his socks and shoes before walking out the door.
He walked into the kitchen to see Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Hermione, and Drake already sitting down at the table. He smiled and greeted everyone as they bid him a good morning, and took a seat next to Hermione.
Breakfast went on without much conversation, and soon everyone had left the table. Hermione and Ginny had left to go upstairs and 'talk'. Lupin and Tonks had some business to attend to. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone home to check on Ron, Moody had gone to talk to Dumbledore, and Drake had stayed at the table.
Harry climbed the stairs and walked into his room. He walked over to the fireplace and pushed the stone down, and walking behind the fireplace. He crawled through the door and into the room where his book and his father's guitar lay on the couch.
Harry walked over to it and sat down on the couch, picking up the guitar and opening the book once more he began to play letting the music cloud his mind. His was learning quickly and he was half done with the book.
Now he knew the cords they were small tunes he could play, he smiled and focused on the cords. He let his fingers glide over the cords. It felt so natural, and so calming. Much like when he was with Hermione. He closed his eyes after memorizing a small jingle, and began to play it over and over.
Harry didn't know if he was hearing things in his head or was just going crazy, but he heard a really low strum of a cord. Almost like a guitar but way lower and much deeper. He opened his eyes to find Drake holding Sirius's bass playing it softly to match the tune he had just been playing.
Drake looked at him and smiled.
"H-how did you get in here?" Harry asked confused.
Drake let the bass hang as he scratched the back of his neck, "I used to come here to play."
Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Sirius was like a brother to me, and your father was too. They tought me how to play bass and guitar. Since my mom...uh...since she died, and since I never knew my father, whenever I would be in England I would stop by and play with them."
"I'm...sorry for your loss." Harry said gripping the neck of the guitar a little tighter than really necessary.
"As am I for yours." Drake said playing a more cheerful rhythm on the bass.
Harry started to play as well trying to match with Drakes' rhythm.
Harry stood up as Drake switched tunes. Again he tried to match it. Drake just gave him a small grin, "You Harry Potter, are very talented. Much like your father."
Harry smiled a little bit and stopped playing when Drake did, "Thanks." He stated simply.
An uneasy silence followed as Drake drummed his fingers lightly over the strings, "You know, you can ask me any questions that you wish."
"I can?" Harry asked sitting down on the couch.
"Sure." Drake said sitting down beside him.
Harry sat thinking for a moment, before Drake started chuckling,"What?"
"You must have a lot on your mind. Let me guess...you don't know where to start."
Harry simply nodded.
"Well, always start with what's bugging you more."
"Okay....I don't mean to sound rude either, but who are you."
Drake laughed, "Sorry I forgot. Well, you know my name. I'm twenty-one, and I travel around the world and through time in search of my father."
"Why your father?"
"I...I never knew him. He didn't even know my mother was pregnant. Anyways I never met him, only heard stories about him. When my mom was killed when I was two. I was raised by her watcher." Noticing Harry's confused expression Drake continued. " A watcher, is a teacher so to say, for a slayer. A slayer or vampire slayer, is a hunter of demons, vampires, and pretty much anything evil. The same people who killed my mother then killed her watcher and her fellow slayer....I survived. Since then thing have been after me, and I've been trying to find my father to make things right."
"I want to find out who he is and travel back in time to make sure the same things don't happen so I can live a normal life with my parents," Drake looked at Harry with hope in his eyes," If it works maybe...just maybe we could change the past, and get your parents back."
Harry's expression brightened a little bit at this,"Really...I'm mean, do you think it would work?"
"Why not, if I can change my past, why couldn't you?"
Harry smiled and looked around at the photos in the room. Drake watched him silently and stood back up. Suddenly Harry looked over at him,"Umm....Drake wh-when your mother's watcher died, did umm....her fellow slayer die also?"
Drake's eyes widened,"Actually, umm....she did. I remember it like it was yesterday. We tracked her down to warn her, but we arrived too late. Giles, my mom's watcher, was killed and I was knocked out by Harbringers. When I awoke I found that they had killed Faith, the other slayer, also. As I ran to get out of the town, I ran into a man, who looked like me, but he wasn't. He helped me escape, or gave me advice."
"Umm..why do you ask?"
Harry looked at the ground,"I sort of....dreamed about it." He muttered quietly.
"I should have guessed. I went into your mind to unlock the memories of Ron. I must have lost one of mine in the process." Drake said smiling,"Nothing to be alarmed about though, your perfectly fine. They should be gone. If not, I must have lost a lot more than I thought."
Harry looked relieved, but shocked none the less. Drake just smiled, "You catch on to things really quick don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I do. That's the good thing about being raised by a watcher. Your learn to read, read, and be resourceful." The young man said laughing lightly.
Harry had been interested in what Drake was talking about, the Harbringers, slayers, watchers, and vampires. He wondered how someone could live through what he did. Then again he was attacked by Voldemort when he was as baby, and lived. All the countless times he had looked death in the face, and survived.
He wondered more about Drake's past and wanted to know more about this interesting young man, "Umm..Drake, what was she like?"
"Who? My mother?" Harry nodded,"Well I don't remember much, but she was really pretty. Dark blonde hair, and bright green eyes. Everyone said she was nice, and she cared more about her friends and family more than she cared about her own life. She fought for what was right, and rarely ever followed her watchers orders. I guess that's who I get my rebelious streak from."
Harry smiled and let the guitar hang around his neck,"Do you remember your mother Harry?"
"I can remember her voice, when the dementors are around, and I still have nightmares of what happened when I was little. I also have some photos from the past. Does that count?"
"Yes. Yes, that counts very much Harry. For you need keep those memories, hold onto them. Every sound, every photo, every dream will help you remember, they will help you find out what your parents were like and would still be if they were here." Drake said giving him a serious look.
Harry nodded looking at the ground. He really shouldn't talk about the past anyways, for the fear of crying in front of someone he really didn't know.
"It's alright you know," Harry looked up at him tears brimming in his eyes," It's okay to cry about it. That's the only way to make the pain subside."
Harry quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, "I know, I just don't want to cry about it anymore."
Drake smiled and started playing a slow tune with the bass,"That's fine. Just remember it helps."
"I will." Harry said lifting the strap over his head and setting the guitar back down on it's holder,"I'm gonna...uh...go and grab something for dinner."
"Okay," Drake said still playing the same thing over and over on the bass. He smirked a little as Harry walked out, but continued playing, as he looked at pictures along the walls.
~*~
Harry came up the stairs after eating a sandwhich. He pushed the door to his room open to find Hermione sitting on his bed looking at a book, her back facing him. He smirked and silently walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder.
"Miss me?" She asked turning her head to face him.
"Of course," He responded moving his head and kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Sorry." She mumbled against his lips.
"For what?" Harry asked pulling away and looking at her confused.
"For spending so much time with Ginny, and leaving you by yourself."
Harry chuckled,"Don't be. I may not understand girls. I do however understand that 'girl talk' is important."
Hermione smiled at this and kissed him. Harry loved the feeling of her lips against his. The way her eyes sparkled when she was happy, or playful, and the way her smile could make his heart melt.
"God, your beautiful." He whispered as he pulled back and stared at her.
Hermione turned crimson and giggled, "Thanks, your not so bad yourself, Mr. Potter."
"Not so bad," He said pulling back in mock anger, but quickly flashed her a grin,"I'm handsome."
"Okay then, your handsome." Harry smiled and kissed her on the lips again, this time with more passion. He moved so he was in front of her, and then pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck in an attpempt to pull him closer. She kissed him back as he wrapped his arms around her waist once again.
A loud crash was heard downstairs that broke them apart. Harry immediately jumped up from the bed in front of Hermione and pulled his wand out of his pocket.
"What was that?" Hermione asked standing up behind Harry.
"I don't know," Harry said tightening his grip on his wand as another crash was heard. Hermione, Ginny where is she?"
"I think she went home using the floo network."
"Good," He turned to her,"Hermione I want you to stay here, I'm gonna go see what it was, and hopefully I will find Drake."
"Harry, you can't go down there by yourself. What if its...if its V- Voldemort. I don't want to lose you." She said tears in her eyes.
Harry hugged her, "You'll never lose me Hermione," He kissed her one more time, and wiped some tears off her face.
She pulled out her wand and took a step back, Harry meanwhile walked towards the door.
He gave Hermione on last glance before walking out shutting the door quietly behind him.
Harry walked down the stairs slowly, his back against the railing. His green eyes searched the bottom floor as he walked down. A cloaked figure had turned towards the stairs. He gasped silently when the figure motioned for others to come forward.
Harry could see the outline of the figures from the candles that were lit by the door. They were clad in brown robes, and all carried some sort of weapon. Swords, axes, maces, daggers, and knifes, were just of a few out of about a dozen of the figures at the bottom of the steps.
Harry hid in the shadows but knew it would be too late as the figures started to come up the stairs. He pointed his wand at the figures and shouted. "STUPEFY!"
A jet of red light shot out from Harry's wand and hit the figure in the front knocking most of the figures behind him down the stairs. Harry froze in the spot as the figures started to get up, some of their hoods had fallen down.
Their skin was as white as and skull. Their faces had marks carved into their eyes. Weird symbols Harry had never seen before. As they got back up Harry started running up the stairs. He turned at the top of the stairs and looked back down. It was now or never.
The scene played over in his mind Ron making fun of Hermione, making her cry. The rage filled him once more and his sight went red. He was feeling little jolts of electricity shoot through his body. He held out his wand and without uttering and incantation lightning exploded from the tip of his wand.
The figures stopped in their tracks as lightning surrounded them. They flew back and tumbled down the stairs some landing on their weapons or getting stabbed by another weapon. Harry took a deep breath as he ran back into his room. Hermione was standing there her eyes wide.
"Harry! What happened!?" She asked alarmed and meeting him in the middle of the room.
"There is some people here Hermione. I don't know what they are but I don't think they can use magic."
They heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Harry got in front of Hermione once again,"Whatever you do Hermione stay back."
Hermione looked at him, a look of fear shown in her eyes, as she nodded.
A bang was heard at the door as an axe busted through the wood. Hermione gasped and Harry watched silently.
A few more bangs and the door was thrown open. Harry gripped his wand and pointed it towards the figures. "STUPEFY!" He yelled once again as one of them flew back and hit the wall on the other side of the hallway.
The other figures however raised their weapons and charged towards Harry and Hermione. Just as the figures were five feet away from Harry something flew up from the floor boards and crashed into the figures. Harry took a step back protecting Hermione.
Whatever it was, it was all black and wore an amulet around it's neck. The figures started to attack it, but it knocked them down. It held a ball of fire in its hand and threw it at the figures. A few of them caught on fire and soon turned to ash.
Harry watched on but really couldn't tell what was happening the black figure would appear somewhere and then reappear somewhere else. He cringed when he heard the sickening crack of one of the cloaked figures neck.
He broke a few of the arms and legs, and stabbed them with their own weapons. When all the fighting was done the black figure stood in the middle of the room, it was looking around at all the chaos that had happened a few minutes before.
The black figure turned to Harry and Hermione,"Are you alright?"
"Yeah..I think we are." Harry responded, not really knowing what to say.
The figure snapped his fingers and the bodies of the cloaked figures disappeared.
"That's good." He said,"That should be all of them too."
He turned back to them and smiled a little. He had black curly hair, and black skin. He wore black pants and no shirt, but had and amulet that was glowing red. His eyes also were red.
"I'm sorry I didn't protect you sooner." He said.
"Who are you?" Harry asked taking a small step forward.
"I'm Drake. The real Drake."
Hermione gasped.
"I'm a demon." He stated simply sighing. He closed his eyes and slowly he began to change back into his self. His hair returned to a dark blonde. His skin turned back into its pale shade of white that was stained with blood from the fight, and last the amulet stopped glowing.
"What do you mean? The real Drake?" Harry asked not understanding.
He opened his eyes and stared at Harry his eyes were the bright green they had been when Harry first met him,"I mean I have two forms. The form of a human, and the form of a demon."
"You mean, your like a half blood." Hermione said.
"Yeah, something like that. I'm human because both my mother and father were, but my mom wasn't an ordinary human, she was a slayer. My father he was human at one time, but he is a vampire. He is also like me. Something he became shortly before he got my mother pregnant, with me."
Hermione stepped in front of Harry who wrapped his arms around her waist and peered over her shoulder to look at Drake,"Is that why they were after you? Whatever they were. Were they after you because of what you are, and the power you have?"
Drake looked at Hermione when she asked her question, and smirked when he noticed Harry behind her, "They were Harbringers, Harry you know them, the figures from my dream, in brown," He said looking at Harry,"Yes that is one of the reasons they are after me. From what I've heard though they want to use me for evil."
Drake paused and started walking around the room," They want to brainwash me so I can fight with them and kill good, so they can rule the world."
Harry and Hermione had taken a seat on the bed as Drake walked around the room mumbling stuff to himself.
Drake ran his fingers through his curly hair making it stick up in some places from the gel he had put in it, he hung his head as he began to talk,"It was wrong to come back here. I told Dumbledore...I told him they would find me. That they would hurt innocent people, and kill who ever prevented them from getting to me."
"I promised my mom before she died that I would find my father, I would kill the First, and I would avenge her death.....but I can't do any of that. I may be smart and quick, but I will never be able to live up to her status. Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up and give in, so they will stop hurting the people I care about." Drake said never moving his gaze from the floor.
Harry and Hermione exchanged glances as they listened to him speak,"What do you mean Drake? You can't live up to her status?" Harry asked looking at the man who had been so strong and was suddenly breaking down over a few minons coming after him.
"I mean, I will never be able to be what she was, what she still is, what she will always be."
"What is that?" Hermione asked looking at concerned.
"A legend." He managed to choke at in a whisper.
"A...a what?" Harry asked.
"A legend, the longest living slayer ever. The protector of the good and the weak, protector of what is right, and just. The slayer who had died twice and came back, who never gave up, and who never turned her back on the ones she loved." He said quietly as the moon shown through the window and on to his face.
"But your not a slayer." Hermione said.
"Exactly, but that's what everyone believes, and they all think i'm as good as her, that I should be as good as she was."
Hermione stood up and walked over to Drake, she placed a hand on his shoulder, and he tensed slightly from the contact but did not look up at her."Drake, you don't have to amount to anything. You don't have to be a legend, and your not a slayer, so why put so much pressure on yourself?"
"Harry.....he also puts so much pressure on himself. With the whole Voldemort situation and what not." Drake replied keeping his head down.
Harry looked shocked at first then understood what Drake was talking about. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look before turning her attention back to Drake,"Why do you keep going though, why don't you just give up? I mean, they aren't here, how are they to stop you?"
For the first time for a few minutes Drake looked up at her,a tear trickling down his face. His eyes held so many emotions, anger, hate, regret, sadness, grief, and...love. His eyes held love as he spoke,"I keep going for her."
"Who's her?" Hermione asked.
Drake eyes seemed to glaze over after Hermione spoke,"She's my angel, my light, the one who owns my heart, and the one I don't ever want to lose."
Hermione smiled at his words, which touched her heart.
"She's your girlfriend?"
"No, she doesn't even know I love her, she's my best friend. Has always been since I was sixteen, and I can't let anything happen to her."
"You haven't told her?" Hermione asked.
"Nope...." Drake said trailing off and looking back down at the floor,"Oops. I think we need to fix that."
There was a giant hole in the floor where Drake had busted through. Drake closed his eyes and started to glow red. Board by board, splinter by splinter, and piece by piece. The floor put itself back together.
Harry and Hermione stared at it in amazement, as Drake sighed and opened his eyes,"Well, I'm gonna go you two, I must inform the headmaster, and Lupin and Tonks should be back any minute."
He walked to the door and closed his eyes once again, the door fixed itself like the floor had. He turned around to face them one more time, "Harry remember what keeps you going, and don't let it go."
Harry looked at him confused as Drake smiled a bit and wiped the dried tears from cheeks,"Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Harry and Hermione said watching him go.
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YAY!! 3rd chapter done!! That one took awhile longer than I wanted, but I also got more homework than I wanted...^_^ Again any questions just ask! Hoped you all liked Drake....and right now I want to state that there is NO WAY this would end up Drake/Hermione!! You heard it....plus Drake and Hermione are already in love...with two different people....laterz....R+R!!
a/n: Okay this is the third chapter and I must say I really enjoy writing this story, I think all of my ideas that have been building up are finally wanting out, so all of them are gonna be in this story. After looking over my thoughts, I think this might make it to 15 chapters at the least, because I'm just getting most of it from my dreams or off the top of my head as I see it happening!! ^^ Enough ranting..on with the story.
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H-Harry," she began looking up at him nervously,"We need to talk."
Harry immediately froze on the spot. He almost stopped breathing as time seemed to stop. He knew she would want to talk about it, but he didn't know if he was ready. If he was ready to face rejection from her. He sighed and hung his head, he looked up to meet her soft gaze, "I know," he answered.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but closed it when Harry started to get up. She grabbed his arm gently and gave him a stern look,"You shouldn't be moving around."
He stared at her a moment, before he shook her grip loose and climbed out of the bed. He crossed the room to the fireplace, he kept his back turned to her as he began to talk. "I'm really sorry about this morning Hermione. I just couldn't help myself," She could hear him give a sigh before he continued," Truth is....I-I think I like you more than a friend."
Hermione gasped shocked, but got up and started to make her way towards Harry. "Harry...." She asked softly.
He turned to her, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "My brain won't admit....that I have feelings for you, saying it's not logical to like your best friend like that, but my heart is telling me different. Telling me that I should give it a try, because deep down I know I can't change these feelings inside."
By now tears had made their way down Hermione's face,"I understand, if you don't feel the same way. Hermione, I just had to let you know, that I think my feelings, no, I know that my feelings for you, have crossed the line of friendship."
Hermione gave him a small smile before leaning into his arms. She hugged him with almost everything she had. Harry, who was still in shock from what he had just told her, not to mention confused as to why she was hugging him, tried to hug her back the best he could.
"Harry...." She started but instead of finishing she kissed him square on the lips.
Harry fell into the kiss, wrapping his strong arms around her small waist, and pulling her closer. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer; deepining the kiss. Harry felt a burning sensation inside his body, and his head started to spin. He felt Hermione go weak, and he held her up as he kissed her more lightly.
He pulled away and opened his eyes, Hermione was staring at him through her eyelashes and she was biting her bottom lip, "Harry, I think I have feelings for you too, feelings more than friendship."
"Y-you do!?" He asked a shocked expression on his face. She nodded at him.
"Yes.....yes I do," Hermione answered looking up at him.
Harry gave her a big grin and picked her up, he then spun her around and carried her over to his bed. He layed her down on the bed and moved so he was above her, he placed an arm on each side of her, so he could hold himself up, and so he could make sure she wouldn't move.
As he looked down at her, he smirked.
"What are you planning Mr. Potter?" She asked suspicsiously.
He leaned down so his mouth was by her ear and whispered,"Oh, nothing Miss Granger." He then moved his head and placed his lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper. He could even feel her smiling against his lips.
Wave after wave of electricity washed over his body. It was the most wonderfully feeling he had ever experienced, and he never wanted it to stop. Unfortunately it did when Hermione pulled away.
"You need to rest Harry." She said seriously even though she had a smile on her face. He sighed and placed a light kiss on her lips that lasted for a mere three seconds, and then he pushed off from the bed and layed down beside her.
He smiled when she layed her head on his chest and hugged him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her on the head,"Harry," Hermione said looking up at him,"I was really worried about you, when...I heard about you getting hurt during your tests." She said knowing he didn't know she watched, and she wasn't about to tell him.
"Don't worry 'Mione, I'm fine. It will take more than lack of energy to beat me." He said grinning at her, but serious all the same.
"Still..." She said laying her head down once again.
He had just dozed off when he heard a knock on his door. When he went to move his was pushed back down. Harry looked over to find Hermione sitting up with her hand on his chest,"I'll get it, you rest."
He nodded and closed his eyes, listening he could hear Hermione get up from the bed and make her way across the room and finally opening the door. Harry smiled when he heard who was at the door,"Hello Lupin." Hermione said opening the door.
Lupin gave her a weak smile and handed her a tray of food,"Since you both missed breakfast, I decided you should at least eat something before you go to sleep."
Hermione grinned and grabbed the tray, she then made her way over to the desk and sat the food down. "Thank you Remus." She said turning around to face him.
"Your welcome," He replied and paused to grin,"and please get some rest. For all of us."
Hermione giggled and Harry gave a small chuckle from where he was still listening on the bed. Lupin himself gave a small chuckle as he shut the door behind him.
Hermione turned around and walked towards the bed, when she sat down Harry opened his eye closest to her, and gave her a smile that spread from ear to ear. She smiled back and looked over at the tray, "Want to eat?" She asked looking back over to him.
He nodded and she got up and got the tray; she brought it back and they began to eat.
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Darkness surrounded him, and there was blood everywhere. The young man stood from his place on the ground and looked up to the destruction around him. Bodies of fallen friends were laying in piles along the dead field. Small fires were burning some cars and buildings in the distance.
A frown crossed his face as he walked along, getting closer to the dim light the fire emitted. He came upon a building in ruins, and hid behind it as he heard whispering. A large voice boomed in the distance, and he peeked around the wreckage to see a man dressed in black; speaking to a crowd of minons all dressed in brown robes.
"The slayer has been killed!" He yelled cheerfully, and the crowd erupted into cheers,"We have finished her off, not to mention the town."
He took a moment to look around the ashes and rubble that layed around him before he continued,"We failed however. Failed to kill the boy who could ruin everything. Everything we have worked for."
The crowd booed and yelled, you could see the man grinning through the hood of his robe," It's time to find the boy, before his father realizes that he has a son. For his father is just, if not more dangerous to us on the side of good."
"Is that clear?" He asked pulling a black sword from the inside of his robes. The crowd cheered in understanding,"MOVE OUT!!" He screamed holding his sword high above his head.
The boy threw himself down on the ground behind the rubble, as he heard weapons being pulled out and marching coming his way.
He layed face down on the broken pavement and tried not to move or breath as the men in brown robes walked by. Some kicking dead bodies as they went searching the town.
His hair fell into his face as he stood up, and his green eyes searched the area to find some place safe. He looked down, there was dead man with a sword laying at his feet. The boy grabbed the sword and began to run behind the building. He stopped every few seconds to make sure that no one had seen him.
The boy tripped over something and fell face first into the dirt as he was running to a car just a few feet away from him. He turned over and winced as he noticed his sword pierced his side when he fell. As he looked up he saw a man with piercing blue eyes, and short blonde curly hair.
The man was wearing a long dark jacket and a black silk shirt under it, with an amulet hanging around his neck, he smirked and gave a small laugh, "Where are you heading to boy?"
The boy grabbed his sword and started to crawl backwards, but the man stopped him by reaching down and grabbing his collar, "I asked a question."
"L-leaving.....I'm leaving this place." The boy stuttered under the glare of the older man.
"Good, it's not safe here...." He trailed off looking into the younger boys eyes,"Go," He said helping him up and pushing him towards the car.
The boy grabbed his side and ran towards the car. He jumped in and started the car. Pressing on the gas he looked over to see the man still watching him. The boy drove until he got to the main road, and it looked as if he had enough gas to get him somewhere far from that place.
Sighing he turned on the radio. Reports of a city being attacked had been confirmed and the boy knew it had to be the city he just left. Ignoring the pain in his side as he drove down the deserted road, the boy saw a highway at the bottom of the hill he was currently on. A few cars were driving along as he slammed on the gas going as far away from the people in hoods as he could.
The boy drove for about thirty more minutes and had been on the highway for about twenty-five of those minutes. He saw the sign of another city up ahead, the moon shone over his head as he pulled into the large town.
He turned a corner after he entered the city and kept driving looking for a hospital. He felt himself get dizzy as he saw the hospital sign come into view. He blinked a few times to try and make it go away, but passed out before reaching his destination.
His car flew off the road and hit poles and benches until it flipped a few times and slid to a stop almost directly in the car parking lot.
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Harry Potter awoke in a cold sweat as he shot up in bed. His hand flew to his scar almost out of instinct; it wasn't burning. If it wasn't a dream about Voldemort then.....what was it. He looked down at his side and lifted his shirt up. After inspecting his side he found that there was no wound of any sort, it must have not been him either.
Sighing he looked over to see Hermione still peacefully asleep on her side, her back facing him. Harry smiled for the first time since he had his nightmare and layed down again wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to himself.
How he ever got this lucky he would never know. Who would have thought that Hermione Granger could like him? Him!! Still he was as happy as he could be since Sirius' death. He watched silently as her chest rose and fell as she slept peacfully. Harry really couldn't explain how it felt when they kissed.....but it was however the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced.
Even when he and Cho had kissed the year before, it was nothing compared to the first kiss he had shared with Hermione. He couldn't think straight when she had kissed him, everything around him had disappeared and nothing mattered except that she was kissing him, and he never wanted it to stop.
Harry could still remember the feel of her soft full lips, pressed firmly against his. Why he had never just given into his urges to kiss her earlier he would never figure out. Even if she had rejected him it would have been worth it. Just to feel what it would have been like to kiss her, and now he was glad he did kiss her.
Silently he lifted his head up and pressed a kiss on her cheek, before laying his head back down and going to sleep.
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Harry Potter awoke to the sound of arguing going on outside his bedroom door. He looked over to find Hermione staring at the door listening intently also. She gave him a small smile when she noticed he was awake. He flashed her a grin as he grabbed her hand, gave it a small squeeze, then turned his attention back to the door.
"I told you, the boy still needs rest. You can't start his training again." The first voice said.
"Yes, but what if there is no time, like there was none for my father Remus." The second voice replied.
(a/n I'm guessing the first voice is Remus Lupin....placing my bid for voice one: REMUS LUPIN!! ^^)
Lupin sighed, "He wasn't given the powers from some stone either Drake."
(a/n Bid for voice 2: Drake Summers!! WOOHOO!!)
"It doesn't matter. His powers could manifest at any time, and time is what we don't have." Drake growled.
Lupin nodded his head and sighed,"Could we just give him a little more time to rest, please."
"Sure, but I will tell you this Remus. I've searched for ways to change my past ever since I awoke in that hospital. I know all about who my father was and maybe still is. I've researched god given powers, and evil demon given powers for years. I think Harry's gift has come from a true angel..." Steps could be heard as someone retreated down the stairs.
A loud sigh was heard before more foot steps down the stairs.
Harry turned and looked at Hermione. She gave him a confused glance before she kissed him on the cheek, "What do you think that was all about?"
"Me..." He replied closing his eyes. He opened them when he felt something on his face. It was Hermione's hand.
"Harry...." She started but trailed off as Harry looked up at her sadly.
"Never knew I could cause so much trouble and not have a clue what I'm doing in the first place." Harry said giving her a sad smile.
Hermione's stare softened at him, "You haven't done anything wrong Harry. Your just tired."
He smiled at her and pulled her down in for a hug, "I'm the luckiest man alive." He said sighing into her hair.
"Why is that?" She asked pulling back to look at him.
He made eye contact with her, loving the feeling it gave him,"Because....I have the smartest, funniest, most caring, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, or met, in my arms." Her eyes bore into him, they were full of warmth, joy, and love. They comforted him.
She broke into a grin and pressed her lips on his. He pulled her closer smiling to himself as he kissed her. Again the kiss had the same affect on him. All he could feel was her lips on his, her hands entangled in his unruly raven hair. All he could think about was Hermione.
He could feel her tremble slightly when he ran his hand over her exposed skin on her shoulder. He pulled back and gave her a grin while panting.
"Has anyone ever told you that you were a great kisser?" Hermione giggled.
"I'm serious." He said cupping her cheek with his left hand.
"No. No they haven't." She replied.
"Well you are." He said kissing her softly on the lips.
"You are too." She said pulling away from the kiss. Harry chuckled softly before looking at his watch he layed on his table beside the bed.
He sighed before looking at her,"It's time to get up."
"I know." She said removing herself from his arms with a small pout on her face.
"I'll meet you at breakfast." She said getting up.
"I'll see you there." He said grinning at her and getting up also.
Harry watched her until the door was blocking his view. Then he walked over to his trunk and grabbed some clothes to wear that day. He smiled as he walked into the bathroom. Waking up with Hermione had certainly put him in a good mood. Especially since she was his, for the moment anyways.
After getting out of the shower and brushing his teeth, Harry walked back into his room, in nothing but a towel. He grabbed a pair of black boxers and put them on along with some tan cargo shorts, and a red Independent hoody. He put on his socks and shoes before walking out the door.
He walked into the kitchen to see Lupin, Tonks, Moody, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Hermione, and Drake already sitting down at the table. He smiled and greeted everyone as they bid him a good morning, and took a seat next to Hermione.
Breakfast went on without much conversation, and soon everyone had left the table. Hermione and Ginny had left to go upstairs and 'talk'. Lupin and Tonks had some business to attend to. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone home to check on Ron, Moody had gone to talk to Dumbledore, and Drake had stayed at the table.
Harry climbed the stairs and walked into his room. He walked over to the fireplace and pushed the stone down, and walking behind the fireplace. He crawled through the door and into the room where his book and his father's guitar lay on the couch.
Harry walked over to it and sat down on the couch, picking up the guitar and opening the book once more he began to play letting the music cloud his mind. His was learning quickly and he was half done with the book.
Now he knew the cords they were small tunes he could play, he smiled and focused on the cords. He let his fingers glide over the cords. It felt so natural, and so calming. Much like when he was with Hermione. He closed his eyes after memorizing a small jingle, and began to play it over and over.
Harry didn't know if he was hearing things in his head or was just going crazy, but he heard a really low strum of a cord. Almost like a guitar but way lower and much deeper. He opened his eyes to find Drake holding Sirius's bass playing it softly to match the tune he had just been playing.
Drake looked at him and smiled.
"H-how did you get in here?" Harry asked confused.
Drake let the bass hang as he scratched the back of his neck, "I used to come here to play."
Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Sirius was like a brother to me, and your father was too. They tought me how to play bass and guitar. Since my mom...uh...since she died, and since I never knew my father, whenever I would be in England I would stop by and play with them."
"I'm...sorry for your loss." Harry said gripping the neck of the guitar a little tighter than really necessary.
"As am I for yours." Drake said playing a more cheerful rhythm on the bass.
Harry started to play as well trying to match with Drakes' rhythm.
Harry stood up as Drake switched tunes. Again he tried to match it. Drake just gave him a small grin, "You Harry Potter, are very talented. Much like your father."
Harry smiled a little bit and stopped playing when Drake did, "Thanks." He stated simply.
An uneasy silence followed as Drake drummed his fingers lightly over the strings, "You know, you can ask me any questions that you wish."
"I can?" Harry asked sitting down on the couch.
"Sure." Drake said sitting down beside him.
Harry sat thinking for a moment, before Drake started chuckling,"What?"
"You must have a lot on your mind. Let me guess...you don't know where to start."
Harry simply nodded.
"Well, always start with what's bugging you more."
"Okay....I don't mean to sound rude either, but who are you."
Drake laughed, "Sorry I forgot. Well, you know my name. I'm twenty-one, and I travel around the world and through time in search of my father."
"Why your father?"
"I...I never knew him. He didn't even know my mother was pregnant. Anyways I never met him, only heard stories about him. When my mom was killed when I was two. I was raised by her watcher." Noticing Harry's confused expression Drake continued. " A watcher, is a teacher so to say, for a slayer. A slayer or vampire slayer, is a hunter of demons, vampires, and pretty much anything evil. The same people who killed my mother then killed her watcher and her fellow slayer....I survived. Since then thing have been after me, and I've been trying to find my father to make things right."
"I want to find out who he is and travel back in time to make sure the same things don't happen so I can live a normal life with my parents," Drake looked at Harry with hope in his eyes," If it works maybe...just maybe we could change the past, and get your parents back."
Harry's expression brightened a little bit at this,"Really...I'm mean, do you think it would work?"
"Why not, if I can change my past, why couldn't you?"
Harry smiled and looked around at the photos in the room. Drake watched him silently and stood back up. Suddenly Harry looked over at him,"Umm....Drake wh-when your mother's watcher died, did umm....her fellow slayer die also?"
Drake's eyes widened,"Actually, umm....she did. I remember it like it was yesterday. We tracked her down to warn her, but we arrived too late. Giles, my mom's watcher, was killed and I was knocked out by Harbringers. When I awoke I found that they had killed Faith, the other slayer, also. As I ran to get out of the town, I ran into a man, who looked like me, but he wasn't. He helped me escape, or gave me advice."
"Umm..why do you ask?"
Harry looked at the ground,"I sort of....dreamed about it." He muttered quietly.
"I should have guessed. I went into your mind to unlock the memories of Ron. I must have lost one of mine in the process." Drake said smiling,"Nothing to be alarmed about though, your perfectly fine. They should be gone. If not, I must have lost a lot more than I thought."
Harry looked relieved, but shocked none the less. Drake just smiled, "You catch on to things really quick don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I do. That's the good thing about being raised by a watcher. Your learn to read, read, and be resourceful." The young man said laughing lightly.
Harry had been interested in what Drake was talking about, the Harbringers, slayers, watchers, and vampires. He wondered how someone could live through what he did. Then again he was attacked by Voldemort when he was as baby, and lived. All the countless times he had looked death in the face, and survived.
He wondered more about Drake's past and wanted to know more about this interesting young man, "Umm..Drake, what was she like?"
"Who? My mother?" Harry nodded,"Well I don't remember much, but she was really pretty. Dark blonde hair, and bright green eyes. Everyone said she was nice, and she cared more about her friends and family more than she cared about her own life. She fought for what was right, and rarely ever followed her watchers orders. I guess that's who I get my rebelious streak from."
Harry smiled and let the guitar hang around his neck,"Do you remember your mother Harry?"
"I can remember her voice, when the dementors are around, and I still have nightmares of what happened when I was little. I also have some photos from the past. Does that count?"
"Yes. Yes, that counts very much Harry. For you need keep those memories, hold onto them. Every sound, every photo, every dream will help you remember, they will help you find out what your parents were like and would still be if they were here." Drake said giving him a serious look.
Harry nodded looking at the ground. He really shouldn't talk about the past anyways, for the fear of crying in front of someone he really didn't know.
"It's alright you know," Harry looked up at him tears brimming in his eyes," It's okay to cry about it. That's the only way to make the pain subside."
Harry quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, "I know, I just don't want to cry about it anymore."
Drake smiled and started playing a slow tune with the bass,"That's fine. Just remember it helps."
"I will." Harry said lifting the strap over his head and setting the guitar back down on it's holder,"I'm gonna...uh...go and grab something for dinner."
"Okay," Drake said still playing the same thing over and over on the bass. He smirked a little as Harry walked out, but continued playing, as he looked at pictures along the walls.
~*~
Harry came up the stairs after eating a sandwhich. He pushed the door to his room open to find Hermione sitting on his bed looking at a book, her back facing him. He smirked and silently walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder.
"Miss me?" She asked turning her head to face him.
"Of course," He responded moving his head and kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Sorry." She mumbled against his lips.
"For what?" Harry asked pulling away and looking at her confused.
"For spending so much time with Ginny, and leaving you by yourself."
Harry chuckled,"Don't be. I may not understand girls. I do however understand that 'girl talk' is important."
Hermione smiled at this and kissed him. Harry loved the feeling of her lips against his. The way her eyes sparkled when she was happy, or playful, and the way her smile could make his heart melt.
"God, your beautiful." He whispered as he pulled back and stared at her.
Hermione turned crimson and giggled, "Thanks, your not so bad yourself, Mr. Potter."
"Not so bad," He said pulling back in mock anger, but quickly flashed her a grin,"I'm handsome."
"Okay then, your handsome." Harry smiled and kissed her on the lips again, this time with more passion. He moved so he was in front of her, and then pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck in an attpempt to pull him closer. She kissed him back as he wrapped his arms around her waist once again.
A loud crash was heard downstairs that broke them apart. Harry immediately jumped up from the bed in front of Hermione and pulled his wand out of his pocket.
"What was that?" Hermione asked standing up behind Harry.
"I don't know," Harry said tightening his grip on his wand as another crash was heard. Hermione, Ginny where is she?"
"I think she went home using the floo network."
"Good," He turned to her,"Hermione I want you to stay here, I'm gonna go see what it was, and hopefully I will find Drake."
"Harry, you can't go down there by yourself. What if its...if its V- Voldemort. I don't want to lose you." She said tears in her eyes.
Harry hugged her, "You'll never lose me Hermione," He kissed her one more time, and wiped some tears off her face.
She pulled out her wand and took a step back, Harry meanwhile walked towards the door.
He gave Hermione on last glance before walking out shutting the door quietly behind him.
Harry walked down the stairs slowly, his back against the railing. His green eyes searched the bottom floor as he walked down. A cloaked figure had turned towards the stairs. He gasped silently when the figure motioned for others to come forward.
Harry could see the outline of the figures from the candles that were lit by the door. They were clad in brown robes, and all carried some sort of weapon. Swords, axes, maces, daggers, and knifes, were just of a few out of about a dozen of the figures at the bottom of the steps.
Harry hid in the shadows but knew it would be too late as the figures started to come up the stairs. He pointed his wand at the figures and shouted. "STUPEFY!"
A jet of red light shot out from Harry's wand and hit the figure in the front knocking most of the figures behind him down the stairs. Harry froze in the spot as the figures started to get up, some of their hoods had fallen down.
Their skin was as white as and skull. Their faces had marks carved into their eyes. Weird symbols Harry had never seen before. As they got back up Harry started running up the stairs. He turned at the top of the stairs and looked back down. It was now or never.
The scene played over in his mind Ron making fun of Hermione, making her cry. The rage filled him once more and his sight went red. He was feeling little jolts of electricity shoot through his body. He held out his wand and without uttering and incantation lightning exploded from the tip of his wand.
The figures stopped in their tracks as lightning surrounded them. They flew back and tumbled down the stairs some landing on their weapons or getting stabbed by another weapon. Harry took a deep breath as he ran back into his room. Hermione was standing there her eyes wide.
"Harry! What happened!?" She asked alarmed and meeting him in the middle of the room.
"There is some people here Hermione. I don't know what they are but I don't think they can use magic."
They heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Harry got in front of Hermione once again,"Whatever you do Hermione stay back."
Hermione looked at him, a look of fear shown in her eyes, as she nodded.
A bang was heard at the door as an axe busted through the wood. Hermione gasped and Harry watched silently.
A few more bangs and the door was thrown open. Harry gripped his wand and pointed it towards the figures. "STUPEFY!" He yelled once again as one of them flew back and hit the wall on the other side of the hallway.
The other figures however raised their weapons and charged towards Harry and Hermione. Just as the figures were five feet away from Harry something flew up from the floor boards and crashed into the figures. Harry took a step back protecting Hermione.
Whatever it was, it was all black and wore an amulet around it's neck. The figures started to attack it, but it knocked them down. It held a ball of fire in its hand and threw it at the figures. A few of them caught on fire and soon turned to ash.
Harry watched on but really couldn't tell what was happening the black figure would appear somewhere and then reappear somewhere else. He cringed when he heard the sickening crack of one of the cloaked figures neck.
He broke a few of the arms and legs, and stabbed them with their own weapons. When all the fighting was done the black figure stood in the middle of the room, it was looking around at all the chaos that had happened a few minutes before.
The black figure turned to Harry and Hermione,"Are you alright?"
"Yeah..I think we are." Harry responded, not really knowing what to say.
The figure snapped his fingers and the bodies of the cloaked figures disappeared.
"That's good." He said,"That should be all of them too."
He turned back to them and smiled a little. He had black curly hair, and black skin. He wore black pants and no shirt, but had and amulet that was glowing red. His eyes also were red.
"I'm sorry I didn't protect you sooner." He said.
"Who are you?" Harry asked taking a small step forward.
"I'm Drake. The real Drake."
Hermione gasped.
"I'm a demon." He stated simply sighing. He closed his eyes and slowly he began to change back into his self. His hair returned to a dark blonde. His skin turned back into its pale shade of white that was stained with blood from the fight, and last the amulet stopped glowing.
"What do you mean? The real Drake?" Harry asked not understanding.
He opened his eyes and stared at Harry his eyes were the bright green they had been when Harry first met him,"I mean I have two forms. The form of a human, and the form of a demon."
"You mean, your like a half blood." Hermione said.
"Yeah, something like that. I'm human because both my mother and father were, but my mom wasn't an ordinary human, she was a slayer. My father he was human at one time, but he is a vampire. He is also like me. Something he became shortly before he got my mother pregnant, with me."
Hermione stepped in front of Harry who wrapped his arms around her waist and peered over her shoulder to look at Drake,"Is that why they were after you? Whatever they were. Were they after you because of what you are, and the power you have?"
Drake looked at Hermione when she asked her question, and smirked when he noticed Harry behind her, "They were Harbringers, Harry you know them, the figures from my dream, in brown," He said looking at Harry,"Yes that is one of the reasons they are after me. From what I've heard though they want to use me for evil."
Drake paused and started walking around the room," They want to brainwash me so I can fight with them and kill good, so they can rule the world."
Harry and Hermione had taken a seat on the bed as Drake walked around the room mumbling stuff to himself.
Drake ran his fingers through his curly hair making it stick up in some places from the gel he had put in it, he hung his head as he began to talk,"It was wrong to come back here. I told Dumbledore...I told him they would find me. That they would hurt innocent people, and kill who ever prevented them from getting to me."
"I promised my mom before she died that I would find my father, I would kill the First, and I would avenge her death.....but I can't do any of that. I may be smart and quick, but I will never be able to live up to her status. Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up and give in, so they will stop hurting the people I care about." Drake said never moving his gaze from the floor.
Harry and Hermione exchanged glances as they listened to him speak,"What do you mean Drake? You can't live up to her status?" Harry asked looking at the man who had been so strong and was suddenly breaking down over a few minons coming after him.
"I mean, I will never be able to be what she was, what she still is, what she will always be."
"What is that?" Hermione asked looking at concerned.
"A legend." He managed to choke at in a whisper.
"A...a what?" Harry asked.
"A legend, the longest living slayer ever. The protector of the good and the weak, protector of what is right, and just. The slayer who had died twice and came back, who never gave up, and who never turned her back on the ones she loved." He said quietly as the moon shown through the window and on to his face.
"But your not a slayer." Hermione said.
"Exactly, but that's what everyone believes, and they all think i'm as good as her, that I should be as good as she was."
Hermione stood up and walked over to Drake, she placed a hand on his shoulder, and he tensed slightly from the contact but did not look up at her."Drake, you don't have to amount to anything. You don't have to be a legend, and your not a slayer, so why put so much pressure on yourself?"
"Harry.....he also puts so much pressure on himself. With the whole Voldemort situation and what not." Drake replied keeping his head down.
Harry looked shocked at first then understood what Drake was talking about. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look before turning her attention back to Drake,"Why do you keep going though, why don't you just give up? I mean, they aren't here, how are they to stop you?"
For the first time for a few minutes Drake looked up at her,a tear trickling down his face. His eyes held so many emotions, anger, hate, regret, sadness, grief, and...love. His eyes held love as he spoke,"I keep going for her."
"Who's her?" Hermione asked.
Drake eyes seemed to glaze over after Hermione spoke,"She's my angel, my light, the one who owns my heart, and the one I don't ever want to lose."
Hermione smiled at his words, which touched her heart.
"She's your girlfriend?"
"No, she doesn't even know I love her, she's my best friend. Has always been since I was sixteen, and I can't let anything happen to her."
"You haven't told her?" Hermione asked.
"Nope...." Drake said trailing off and looking back down at the floor,"Oops. I think we need to fix that."
There was a giant hole in the floor where Drake had busted through. Drake closed his eyes and started to glow red. Board by board, splinter by splinter, and piece by piece. The floor put itself back together.
Harry and Hermione stared at it in amazement, as Drake sighed and opened his eyes,"Well, I'm gonna go you two, I must inform the headmaster, and Lupin and Tonks should be back any minute."
He walked to the door and closed his eyes once again, the door fixed itself like the floor had. He turned around to face them one more time, "Harry remember what keeps you going, and don't let it go."
Harry looked at him confused as Drake smiled a bit and wiped the dried tears from cheeks,"Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Harry and Hermione said watching him go.
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YAY!! 3rd chapter done!! That one took awhile longer than I wanted, but I also got more homework than I wanted...^_^ Again any questions just ask! Hoped you all liked Drake....and right now I want to state that there is NO WAY this would end up Drake/Hermione!! You heard it....plus Drake and Hermione are already in love...with two different people....laterz....R+R!!