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Prologue Two- In the Dark of the Night

Magus smiled. The object of his quest was nigh. Only a few more steps and he would win.

"Yo, Magus! Your turn!"

His 'son' stared at him with cool green eyes. He tapped the chessboard. "I just queened a pawn, and you're in check."

Magus grimaced. "I'm beginning to regret promising your mother to train you."

The seventeen-year-old grinned evilly. "But, what if Bodhi, or worse, or Tiax, had found me? You owned a life-debt to my mom, and I am your son, in a sense. Deal with it."

Magus laughed. "You are one strange young man." He looked at the board and lit up. "The queen is dead." Magus moved a bloodless hand, and the pawn moved one space, to kill the boy's queen, who was checking Magus's king. "Long live the queen."

The boy snorted. "Bodhi said that there was a sorceress coming to Hogwarts." He moved his knight.

Magus gulped. "Ye gods. I hope she has binding and invisibility spells. Old Moldshorts has been looking for one."

The boy nodded, causing his snowy white bangs to fall in his face. "Damn." He brushed the hair out of the way. "The Dark Lord is becoming a royal pain in the neck. I know I can't bite him, but I'm so tempted! Your turn, Magus."

Magus moved his rook. "Now, what happened during your sixth year, Harry?"

Harry answered with his knight killing a bishop. "Hmm. One, Draco and I made a truce, since we both know that we could kill the other. He came into his Inheritance as a Black Phoenix. Two, because of Draco being a veela and my vampire position, we were moved to a Tower. Three, a Death Eater attacked Ron and barely escaped with her life, because Ron came into his power."

"What is Mr. Weasley's power?" Magus took a pawn with a knight. "Check."

"Not mate. The Weasleys are direct descendents of King Arthur Pendragon. He summoned one of the knights, who now watch's over him. The knight is Sir Lanval," Harry answered.

"Lanval, I know that name," Magus thought for a second as he searched his ancient memories of Camelot. "Ah. He was one of the few wizarding knights. A woman by the name of Gwenhwyfar tried to seduce him, but he refused. The bitch tried to have him killed, but his mate, a veela, saved his life. Of course, the veela killed Gwenhwyfar."

"Draco said that veela are very protective of their mates. So why would Sir Lanval be able to guard Ron, even if he is King Arthur's direct descendent?" Harry asked. "Also, how was he able to live for so long?"

Magus smiled. "In the times of King Arthur, there was a place called Avalon. It was the home of veela. For each hour in Avalon, one day passes here. Lanval was about your age when he was claimed. Humans were allowed then, in those days-"

There was a knock on the door.

Magus stood up and waved his hand to open the door.

A tall young man walked onto the green carpet. "'Tis good to see another of Merlin's students not dead."

Magus smiled. "Lanval, I'm undead. You have met Harry?"

Lanval nodded. "Yes, I have. I didn't know you have vampire blood within you, but my liege-"

"I thought Ron hated being called that." Harry said dryly.

Lanval stuck out his tongue.

Magus smirked. "How. mature, Lanval."

Lanval shrugged. "I haven't played for a long time, Magus. I want to be immature for now. That's the main reason why I call him my liege, it annoys him. Magus, how is Harry related to you?"

Magus smiled wistfully. "His mother saved my life by offering some of her blood. She was carrying Harry within her when she did that. I promised her that I would train Harry when his powers awakened."

"Ah. And the mark that he has your blood?"

Harry grinned and touched his white bangs. "This."

Magus smiled. "I think it looks good on him, Lanval."

Lanval thought for a moment. "No comment. Milady would have my head." He smiled, and added, "And I don't mean this one." He tapped his red head.

Harry laughed. "Ron has a bad effect on you."

"Oh no. I learned that one from Magus." Lanval answered mischievously.

Harry groaned. "I'm going to eat something while you two talk." He stood up with a sigh and walked out of the room.

Harry walked into the kitchen and took a blood-red apple. He polished it on his shirt and shook it quickly. He heard a watery sound. "Yum." Instead of biting into the apple, his pearly white fangs were the only things to enter the pomme de sang. He sucked all of the juices of the fruit with practiced ease.

Harry took a glance in the mirror. Unlike most vampires, Magus could see himself in a mirror, even if it was only as a corpse. Magus thought it was hilarious to see how far his decay had gone, and one of his favorite pastimes were to see the reactions of humans when they saw a finely dressed skeleton.

When Harry looked in the mirror, the mirror reflected the truth. It showed a tall slender young man with emerald green eyes, creamy skin now flush with the juices from an apple of blood, and short messy coal black hair with snowy white bangs that fell to his jaw. The only clue to Harry's vampire heritage were the two lengthened canines that were tipped with blood.

Ron had been reluctant to be in Harry's company after his vampire power came to be. Hermione had pummeled him with endless questions that led Harry to keep away from his old friends and the other Gyffindors, who had varying degrees of fear around the Boy-Who-Lived. Most of the Slytherins mocked him until the new Defense professor, Harmony Kimera, gave him her permission to go-all-out on any tormentors in the Muggle Defense club.

Professor Kimera was the most understanding of the teachers when it came to Harry and Draco. She had the supernatural strength needed to wrestle either the teenage vampire or Black Phoenix Veela down. Of course, she was one of the strangest teachers Hogwarts ever had. She was very unconventional. When she had wanted to see what jinxes the students knew, she had used a stuffed doll of Professor Umbridge for the testing. She was blunt, sincere, and a good cook.

The last one was proven when Snape had said that several of the professors could burn water, and the other professors had challenged the thirty-six- year-old to a cooking match. It had been a tie in between Kimera's stir- fry and Lupin's chicken. Snape had been right about some of the professors. Sybil had burned the water. But McGonagall, Kimera, and Lupin had proven that they could cook rather well.

Harry laughed. The prefects had been the judges and the look on Draco's face when he had to taste Professor Flictwick's cookies had been priceless. That was one of the perks of being a normal student.

Harry looked up with a sigh. The only two people who had been his friends were Ginny and Draco. Ginny had no problem with Harry's darkness, knowing that Tom Riddle was far worse. And for Draco, well, they were tower-mates and had learned that the other wasn't so bad.

Harry smiled. Draco wasn't hard on the eyes, with his silvery-gold hair, pearly white skin, and gray eyes dark with the protective magicks that were now woven into his yummy flesh.

'Hold it! Did I think Draco was yummy?' Harry thought to himself with a hint of shock. He sighed, laughing. He couldn't deny it, Draco looked pretty tasty. Harry had realized in the last year, he was attracted to both men and women.

Draco was slightly smaller than Harry in both the height and width department, making him seem delicate, but the two, vampire and veela, were equals in the knockout division. Draco was the only student who could come even close to beating Harry.

In the realm of appearance, Harry had a slightly dark and feral look, while Draco looked civilized and innocent. Draco could charm anyone or anything with a smile and a laugh.

Harry was not a charmer. He was preferred to be alone, or with Ginny, who understood that Harry was in pain at times thanks to his blood. Sunlight burnt Harry's pale skin and he could pass through shadows like a curtain. Most girls, especially the Slytherins, thought that Harry was a dark and brooding figure more suited for Slytherin than for noble Gyffindor.

Perhaps he should pay a visit to the delectable dragon.