Title: Opacre
Author: Shades
Rating: PG – 13 with maybe some R
Summary: Harry Potter had no friends until Hogwarts…or so he thought. Darkness engulfs Harry at age 5…but not evil. This is the past, and of a secret Harry held close without knowing it…SLASH
Disclaimers: Do I need to tell you that I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters? I do? Well, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, a wonderful author. I only own Lest Opacre, his family, and anything related to him. The rest belong to her.
Author's Notes: This will be slash. Between two boys. Not the shagging kind, all sex but feeling. Harry will be 10 when feelings of that sort come around, but nothing before that. NO NO NO! No pedophile!! No shagging in this story! Clear? No flames against that, OK? Flames against plot maybe but none of pedophile because I don't endorse that, constructive criticism and reviews welcome.
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Chapter 6
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'Funny,' Harry thought as he watched his family through a crack in his cupboard door, 'how time seems to move so fast. One moment, you feel like time is just crawling slowly…the seconds seem to stop. And then, you feel like you've blinked and jumped ahead almost half a year.'
Dudley was doing a pathetic attempt at a New Year's song, his voice squeaky and bellowing out.
'God,' Harry though disgustedly, 'even his VOICE sounds fat.'
Aunt Petunia was twittering merrily, arranging the coffee table with confetti. And Uncle Vernon was red-faced, swigging another shot of brandy and wearing one of those outrageous party hats. Tasteless music was blaring from the speakers by the fireplace and every light seemed to be on in the house.
'Another year, gone, and I'm closer to leaving this bloody hell hole,' Harry thought as he watched the celebrating Dursleys. 'No more beatings, no more scraps, no more being kept in this dark room…'
Harry sighed and continued to watch his relatives.
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It was past 1:00 when the Dursleys finally decided that the New Year had been celebrated enough and headed up to bed (or rather, Petunia dragging Vernon and Dudley – Harry had no idea how she managed THAT feat – up to bed before turning in herself.)
Harry let out a relieved sigh and closed his cupboard door silently, lying back down on his cot. 'Finally, some peace and quiet…'
He fluffed up the old sweater of Dudley's – cleaned, of course – that served as his pillow and drew up the ragged sheet, prepared to doze off…
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Knock.
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Harry pretended it was just a figment of his imagination.
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Knock.
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Harry reasonably explained to himself that it was just Uncle Vernon or Dudley rolling around in their beds.
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Knock.
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Harry prayed that the knocking would go away.
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Harry let out a quiet relieved sigh and snuggled back into his cot.
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"You keep forgetting that I'm a vampire, Harry, and that locks won't stop me," a dry and amused drawl came from the door of his cupboard.
Harry firmly kept his eyes shut, hoping that voice was just a result from seeing Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kiss.
'Go away, please, just be a figment of my vivid imagination,' he thought desperately.
A quiet chuckle and the soft closing of his cupboard door was his only answer.
'DAMNIT IT, LEST!! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP READING MY BLEEDING MIND, YOU BLOODY BLOOD SUCKING FIEND!!'
Laughter now came from the boy vampire. "A little testy tonight, aren't we Harry?" Lest snickered as he made himself comfortable for a chat.
Harry sighed, annoyed, and rolled on his back, glaring up at the ceiling.
"You know," Harry said irritably, "one of these days I'm just going to collapse from sleep depravation." He sat up and turned his glare on the highly amused vampire. "Unlike you, I'm human and need sleep."
Lest merely smirked. "I only stay for a couple of hours and you know I don't come on Fridays. That's a perfectly nice amount of sleep for you. Besides, we both know you enjoy talking with me and wait anxiously for me to arrive."
Harry snorted. "I don't think it's blood you're full of," he retorted. But he secretly admitted to himself that he did enjoy talking with the nosferatu. Since August, the boy had been coming regularly, almost every night, and he bombarded the vampire boy with questions about his kind and other beings that he knew of.
Lest rolled his eyes. "Oh really? Then tell me, why is it that you stopped threatening me with that stake about, oh I don't know, mid-October," Lest said sarcastically.
Harry glared even more. "I could always bring it back out if you prefer," he snapped.
Lest just grinned. "No thanks," he said cheerfully. "It makes our conversations a lot less tenser when I don't have a twig pointed in my face."
'Don't stick out your tongue, don't stick out your tongue,' Harry chanted to himself. 'It'll make you seem childish and this unholy prick will have one up on you so don't stick out your tongue.'
Lest looked amused. Harry growled.
"I thought I told you to stop reading my mind, you insensitive git," Harry snarled.
"I didn't," Lest chuckled. "I could tell what you were thinking just by looking at your face. Open book face you have." Lest paused. "Speaking of books…"
The other boy reached into his cloak and rummaged around, obviously looking for something. Harry tensed.
'What's he going to do??' he thought frantically as he eyed the boy.
"Calm down, just giving you a late Christmas gift," Lest muttered absently as he looked through his pockets. "Where did I…ah, here we go…" The vampire brought out a simple dark green book with shining gold lettering for the title, which he handed it to Harry.
Harry numbly took the book with shaking hands, looking stunned. "G…gift?" he managed to stammer out, eyes wide and shocked.
Lest raised an eyebrow. "Yes," he said slowly. "Gift. Do you happen to know what a gift is or do I need to draw out the details for you?"
Harry felt a slight stab of annoyance, which took him out of his shock. He momentarily gave Lest an annoyed look before looking at the leather bound book. Heirs of the Night, read the title, by Sliane Jistien. Harry slowly ran a trembling hand down the cover and shakily thumbed through the thick book, its pages yellow and written in dark blue ink.
Harry slowly raised his head up to look at Lest, who was looking at him with a curious – and was there a trace of anxiety? – look. His throat felt tight and the dark room that enclosed them seemed to blur a bit. He hastily scrubbed at his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Thank you," he murmured sincerely.
Was it just him or did Lest seem to relax a bit? How odd…
"Think nothing of it," Lest said breezily. "That book is practically given to every vampire child and holds many myths and tellings of vampires throughout the ages. All true," he added. "I thought it would answer all of your questions on vampires and we could get to talking about some of MY questions." Lest looked pointedly at Harry after saying this.
Harry just gave a sweet smile and hugged the book closer. "Ah," he said wisely. "You're trying to get me to stop asking questions…" He glanced at the book and smirked.
Lest eyed Harry warily. "What's that smirk for?" Lest asked suspiciously.
"No reason!" Harry said brightly.
The vampire looked at Harry with a suspicious look but shrugged. "All right…it's not like anything bad could come from that book." Lest smoothly stood up and unlocked the door, stepping out.
Harry's smile at Lest's comment faded into shock at his exit. "What?" he exclaimed. "You're leaving already? You just got here!"
"I know," Lest sighed. "But I have some things I need to attend to. I just stopped by to give you the book and wish you a Happy New Year. Now that that's done, I shall be taking my leave…"
"But…but you'll be back Monday. Right?" Harry said desperately.
Lest nodded. "Of course." He paused, and then smirked. "I was right."
"About what?" Harry asked confusedly.
"You do wait anxiously for my every arrival." Lest sniggered. Harry threw one of Dudley's broken toys at him, causing the vampire boy to laugh as he shut the door.
Harry glared, annoyed, at the closed door. "He is so annoying," he muttered as he laid back down after tucking the book into his secret panel. "God knows why I put up with him and just not stake him…"
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Monday arrived, along with Lest's return.
The boy vampire appeared surprised to see Harry already up and waiting for him. "What, I don't have to kick down the door tonight?" he grinned.
Harry didn't even bother with a greeting. "Why do vampires get jewels at age of 16?"
"Jewels?" Lest repeated.
"What's the jewels purpose?"
"Purpose?" the vampire said, looking confused.
"What do vampires get educated in at Nosle Academy?"
"Nosle Academy?" the boy said, puzzled.
"What does 'danger of eradication by magic humans' mean?"
"Magic humans?" The poor vampire boy looked uneasy.
"What 'potions' are necessary for vampire survival?"
"Potions?" Lest began to look a bit paler than usual.
"How do vampires 'interbreed by magic'?" Harry's face shone with eagerness and the vampire saw the he was clutching Heirs of the Night.
Lest just stared, open mouthed at the boy's rapid questioning.
"Qye…" he muttered.
Harry heard it and a curious expression came upon his face. "Qye?" he asked curiously.
"Qye is 'questioner' in vampiric language," Lest muttered distractedly, the vampire still reeling from Harry's relentless questioning.
Harry perked up. "Vampiric language? Vampires have their own language? Where did it originate? Is it hard to learn? Can you teach me?" he asked hopefully.
Lest groaned softly. "I'm never going to get my conversations…" he muttered
"NOW!" Harry ordered, eyes shining with anticipation. Lest's eyes went wide and appeared to be slightly afraid.
Harry inwardly smirked.
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AN: Sorry this is so short, I promise coming chapters will be MUCH longer than this. I want this blasted story over with before the year is out, gosh darnit!
(Lest) *smirking* Aw, you don't love me anymore?
(Draco) *drawling from shadows* Opacre, NO one loves you. You're a sodding prick.
(Lest) *snaps around, staring shocked at Draco* What the hell are YOU doing here?
(Draco) Just dropping by to see my love…*winks at Harry*
(Harry) *blushes*
(Lest) *seething*ARG! Go back to Perfect! This is MY story!
(Draco) *glares* I would but Shades is spending too much time on you…*smirks* Besides, we all know Harry loves me more…
(Lest) *tackles Draco and begins fight, scuffling around*
(Shades and Harry) -_-;; We don't know them…
*sighs* Moving on…REVIEWS!!
REVIEWS: (I GOT 61! And Harry will answer while I try to stop my other two muses from dismembering each other…arg…-_-;)
Goat Woman – HOWDY! Thanks for reviewing per part. And Shades would post everything up IF she had the chapters typed up. She just has the plot down. (Lest) *from fight* Nice to know I can do that for you! (Harry) Yeah, well this is me without my memories blocked yet. Here's chapter six and Shades thanks you from the bottom of her heart for flattering her immensely. She also says you write better than her crap.
hermionegranger – Wow! Advertising? *calls to Shades struggling with others* We're being advertised! *beams* You are so nice! Thanks! And we got another reviewer cuz of you! Thanks again!
callas-and-ivy – Wow, long review! *beams* Thanks! And Shades said shhhh about Lest's ego, it's suffocating. ;) Yeah, Shades has seen the movie and likes it a lot. And Shades used to be like you until she discovered something amazing…a notebook to take to school to write ideas! Woohoo! Shades is pleased you think I'm in character. And Interview with a Vampire would help partially but you don't need to if you don't want to. Shades is mostly making up things about her vampires as she goes, along with bits of info from vampire books from New Age section. And no, thank YOU for reading.
Hallow SHADOWS – Lust? Heh…remember that…AND STOP PRAISING THE GIT! HIS EGO WILL KILL AS ALL! Ahem…I know I'm supposed to watch my language, Shades tells me too but oh well. *shrugs before glaring* AND I AM NOT CUTE AND CHIBI! (Others from fight) CHIBI!!! (Harry) -_- Anyway…*covers mouth up* Shh! And sorry, no teacher/student slash in Opacre or sequel…
Usa Yui and Usa Kou – Shades is going to write me until age 10 then do sequel where I'm fifteen. *gets hit by object thrown by Shades* OW! MUSE ABUSE! What was that for?? (Shades) *still trying to stop fight* You're saying too much! Shush!
Musou Misora – THANK YOU! And thanks for listening to hermionegranger! *beams*
*Lest and Draco still fighting while Shades trying to placate them, Harry watching amusedly from sidelines*
(Harry) Uh…guess I'll wrap up. Thanks for reading and keep checking! Shades promise to be done before year is out! Hopefully…*tries to help Shades*