Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own anything close to Linkin Park. I do not own cigarettes either nor their songs. I do not own Dracula or Dracula's bat form. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot.
A/N: hey everyone! Does anyone and I mean anyone who wants to join the LPU? It's the Linkin Park fan club. LP has put up the updated version of the Projekt Revolution Player. The link is in my profile here. Go ahead and check it out. Put it up on your site, profile, information center, give it out to friends, or have it in your favorites list. Thanks for reading my story
/: Reviews:
Serpent of Light: lol well i didn't want Harry to be all topsy turvey :p. Glad you like this longer chapter . About the band now lol well whatever you do don't fret now you might here about them next chapter :D.
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: thank you :)
Carry Out: whoa calm down there. Nah with your constant nagging at school, I just might have them die.... muhahahahahaha but I'll never tell you lol. Now about the man in the three-piece suit coughcoughlookatdisclaimercough
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"Well?" Moody asked impatiently.
"Oh now I remember. Let's see the greasy haired git told me that I was selfish person, so I am being what he thought of me, just to prove his point," Harry said pointing a finger up and passing out on top of Moody's lap.
"Bloody Potter," Moody growled at the sleeping form. "Well at least you aren't rowdy when your drunk," Moody said to lighten the darken mood and lifted Harry out of there and started to limp his way to Mrs. Figg's home.
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Moody knocked on Arabella Figg's home.
A cat ran out the door as she opened the door for them," Oh dear what happened?"
"Potter got drunk," Moody growled as his magical eyeball scanned the area.
"Well that's not like him. Are you going to get Dumbledore?" she asked Moody as they laid Harry down at the living room couch.
"That's what I was going to do next Mrs. Figg," Moody said. "I'll be back in 10 minutes, you keep watch of the boy. And whatever you do, don't open the door unless it's me and Dumbledore."
"Okay," she said as Moody walked out the door and started to walk outside the apparation barrier.
]Outside[
Once Moody was out of the apparation barrier he went away with a pop.
Moody apparated to Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, the former home of Sirius Black and current Order of the Phoenix Headquarters.
Moody walked in and was greeted by Molly Weasley.
"Why hello there Alastor. You're a bit early today. So how is Harry doing?" Molly asked Moody.
"Harry would be doing fine if he weren't drunk," Moody growled.
"Excuse me Alastor, I think I might of heard you wrong because Harry can't be drunk. That can't be right because half an hour earlier Mundungus walked, or rather staggered in here, a bit drunk," Molly said thoughtfully.
"Where is he?" Moody yelled.
"He's on the kitchen table sleeping," Molly said.
Moody strided towards the kitchen, where Mundungus was and shook him awake.
"What? What did you want me to move?" Mundungus asked sleepily, while putting up a palm to his head.
"Did you take Potter out to drink?" Moody asked angrily.
It took Mundungus a few seconds to answer, "No."
Almost relieved, but can tell that there was something more, "Was he already in the bar then?"
Baffled, Mundungus answered, "Yeah and I bought him the lovely drinks."
"You idiot! And you left him alone and drunk to wander around?" Moody shook him more.
"Blimey, I had other plans," Mundungus said in defense.
"OTHER PLANS!? MORE IMPORTANT THAN POTTER?" Moody yelled as some spit flew out of his mouth.
"What is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore's soft voice entered the room.
"Sir, Mundungus here, got Harry drunk," Moody said.
"That's a bit unlikely Moody because we all know that Potter would never drink," Snape said.
"Aye, but the boy mentioned something about you also," Moody said pointing a finger at Snape.
"Me? Why would he mention me?" Snape asked flabbergasted.
"That's what we'll find out if we go to him now. I left him under the care of Arabella Figg. They might get attacked any moment now, you know. CONSTANT VILIGANCE!"
"Moody stop the commotion, stop talking about people getting killed, especially infront of Harry and Remus," Dumbledore said.
"Speak of the devil, here's Remus now," Mundungus said as he tried to focus his bloodshot eyes.
"Is there something wrong?" Remus asked them tiredly.
"We were just about to visit Harry, Remus. Would you like to come with us?" Dumbledore offered to him.
Remus seemed a bit happier at the mention of visiting Harry, "Yes, if that's not a lot of trouble of course."
"The more the merrier," Dumbledore said cheerfully.
"So who exactly is going?" Mundungus asked.
"You, Me, Remus, Professor Dumbledore, Snape, and Molly," Moody said, just naming all the people in the kitchen.
"Who will watch the kids?" Remus asked.
"Arthur will," Molly said.
"Okay now that we have that taken care of, let's go," Moody said impatiently.
"Aren't you forgetting something Moody?" Snape asked tonelessly.
"What?"
"The person who started it all..." Snape said as if it were apparent.
Back on the table, Mundungus fell asleep right after Moody told him who's going to see Harry. Moody grabbed Mundungus at the scruff of his collar.
"I'm up! I'm up!" Mundungus yelled but Moody didn't let go of him until they were out of the house, at the apparation point and the others followed them.
With a pop they were gone.
]Arabella's house a few minutes before[
Arabella watched Harry's sleeping form. She can't believe how much this boy has changed; she can still remember when Harry was just a lad. So small, quite, curious about his surroundings, and seemed almost too delicate.
Someone was knocking on the door while she was thinking of the younger carefree Harry Potter that she knew. She moved to open the door, but when she opened it she saw no one.
"Hello?" she called out, but no one answered and she shut the door.
She heard Harry moan behind her and she turned around. As she crept closer to him, she heard him say something.
"Remus, please let go. I have to save Sirius...He's right behind the veil. Let go. Sirius this isn't funny please come out now. Remus please listen to me, Sirius will come back. Please, Sirius come back. Sirius...Sirius, I'll find you..." Harry kept saying in his sleep whilst turning on the couch.
"There, there Harry it will be fine," Mrs. Figg said in a soothing voice. Before she could wake him from his nightmare, someone was knocking on the door again. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Who is it?"
"Moody," Mad-Eye said in his gruff voice.
Relieved, Mrs. Figg opened the door. She was surprised at the number of company she'll be having.
Remus was the first was to notice that Harry was still calling out to Sirius' name and he felt terrible both Harry's broken family. He forgot all the others and made his way to Harry.
"Oh, Harry, it will be alright. You still have me and the Weasley's," Remus said to the dreaming Harry Potter.
Instantly Harry sat up and looked around, at first all he saw was the blurred vision of a man in front of him and the smell of cabbage.
"Here this might help you Harry," Remus said and gave Harry his glasses.
Remus watched as Harry put on his glasses and at first no recognition of Remus came to him, but a moment later a sense of familiarity came to Harry.
"Remus?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"Of course it's me Harry. Are you alright?" Remus asked concerned for the boy in front of him.
"What? Oh, yes I'm perfectly fine. And yourself?" Harry asked taking a moment to wipe something for his eyes with his sleeve.
"Not to bad, but that can be expected," Remus said still concerned about Harry.
"Wotcher Harry," Tonks said happily.
"Hello Tonks," Harry greeted in a fake happy voice.
Harry took the time and looked around and noticed that there was more than Remus and Tonks with him. He wasn't at the Dursley's home; he was at Mrs. Figg's, but how did he get there?
At the door he noticed that Mad- Eye Moody, Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore, Mundungus, and Snape was there.
Snape was glaring at Harry for a moment and then averted his eyes from Harry's. For a brief moment, Harry felt anger swell inside him for a brief moment before it was replaced by something more like insane happiness, but he covered it up by closing his eyes and letting it pass.
"What time is it?" he finally asked.
"A little past 6 Harry," Dumbledore said in his placid voice.
"Professor I'm sorry that I ruined your possessions back at school..." Harry said quickly but then he remembered why he broke them in the first place.
"It's all right my dear boy, those could be easily replaced, but not all can be replaced," Dumbledore said sadly.
"I'll pay for whichever ones, sir," Harry said.
"I'm sorry but you can't. You see it was I who broke it in the first place," Dumbledore said solemnly and lowering his head so that his eyes met with Harry's.
At once it seemed like his insides turned into ice. Dumbledore was talking about him.
"Let's go now, to the kitchen. So that we can discuss the matter at hand right now, Harry you can stay here and rest more," Dumbledore said softly.
Harry did what he was told and sat on the couch. Remus patted his back softly and walked with the others down to Mrs. Figg's kitchen.
A moment later Mrs. Weasley came out and gave him tea in it.
"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked as he caught her waiting for him to drink the tea.
"Yes Harry dear?"
"What's in this tea?" Harry asked eyeing the tea.
"Hot water, those little tea bags, lemon and a bit of sugar. You just tell me if there's too much sugar dear," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Oh okay, thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said sincerely.
Mrs. Weasley walked off, it seemed like she was about to break down and cry right there.
Harry took drank the whole thing as fast as he could, but once he finished he regretted it.
He put the teacup down as slowly and as gently as he could. Somehow he had pushed away his hangover from earlier and now it came full force.
The room was swaying or was that him? He fell back on the couch and put his under the pillow and shut his eyes, hoping to drown out the sounds. It was futile he realized.
The sun was setting.
Harry could hear voices coming out and in his head. Those same voices as before; always asking him to let them in, but this time they asked him to come out and play. Harry tried to ignore them, but he couldn't as a new voice entered his mind.
]In Mrs. Figg's Kitchen[
Molly walked back in there crying softly. "I'm sorry I just can't see why I couldn't just tell him that there was a calming and sleeping potion in there. I didn't like the feeling of lying to Harry," Molly said.
"It's alright Molly. Hopefully it will be the last time you will have to," Remus said trying to calm her down.
Moody was getting tired of this and Dumbledore noticed.
"Well, what are we going to do with Potter?" Snape asked.
"What about Fletcher? "Moody barked.
"What about me?" Mundungus asked.
"Why on Merlin's beard did you get him drunk? He could of gotten killed or taken away by Death Eaters," Moody said angrily.
"Blimely, calm down there or you'll suffer a heart attack. He's just seemed a bit glum, so I tried to bring him out of it. It worked for a few hours and those were just muggle drinks," Mundungus said.
"You might as well give him drugs, "Moody said.
While Moody and Mundungus kept on arguing, Remus caught a scent with his werewolf abilities. He didn't like it; it smelled of rotting flesh. A few seconds later, he heard people whispering in foreign accents and languages.
Remus could also tell that Harry was not asleep. In fact, it seemed like he was trying to contain something from within him and screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Professor Dumbledore," Remus called out disrupting Moody's and Mundungus' argument.
"Is something wrong Remus?" the old wizard asked.
"Yes, something wicked is coming this way and there's something wrong with Harry."
Right after the words left Remus' mouth, Dumbledore walked swiftly towards Harry, but a moment later he walked back a few steps.
"Has this happened before?" Dumbledore asked.
"What is it?" Tonks asked.
"He's saying something about voices..."
"It has. When I was watching over him after that fight he had with some of the children here a day ago. I thought nothing of the voices, but were part of a nightmare, so I gave him dreamless sleep potion," Snape said.
"What fight?" a few of them asked.
"When the next order meeting is, we'll discuss it there not here," Dumbledore said keeping an eye on Harry.
"But, those aren't just voices," Remus said.
"What are you talking about?" Molly asked him baffled.
"He's right. These are magical creatures," Moody said as his magical eye whizzed around.
"Evil creatures...vampires," Remus said through gritted teeth as his eyes flashed a dangerous animalistic yellow.
"No... What would vampires want with Harry?" Molly asked.
"Probably in a league with Voldermort. Don't invite them in. Vampires never enter without invitation," Snape said.
Remus sensed that Harry was close to falling down to the ground and Remus caught Harry before he did.
Harry clutched on whoever's robes it was. This pain was almost unbearable; especially his scar, it felt like a sledgehammer hit it.
For the second time that year, Harry felt he was dead with this pain that can't seem to be real and he gritted his teeth.
Remus felt Harry tighten his hold on Remus' robes. "It will be over soon Harry," Remus said as he hugged Harry tighter to him.
Harry felt like he was nowhere, but somewhere at the same time. He knew Voldermort tried to kill him through their bond again. Harry didn't know how he could turn away from those red eyes that once belonged to a man, but now to a creature of evil.
"Dumbledore...if you don't kill Potter, I'll just have to do it myself. And along with Potter's death, will be many of your former and current students," Voldermort said using Harry's mouth.
"Just do it Professor," Harry said.
"No," Dumbledore said boldly.
"Fine then. Until next time, if there is a next time," Voldermort said and left.
Harry let his grip on Remus' robes slacken and just took deep breaths. He felt Remus holding him and rubbing his back. All of a sudden, Harry wanted to get away from all of them.
Somehow the door just opened, it wasn't windy or anything, it just opened and Harry pried himself from Remus and made a run for the door.
Once outside, Harry could ran for the Dursley's home. Harry turned to see if anyone was following him and was surprised to see that all, but Mrs. Figg and Mrs. Weasley.
When he looked forward again, he ran into something and fell.
"Harry don't move!" Remus shouted.
Harry turned to look at what he ran into; it was a man.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run into you like that," Harry said. But when the man didn't say anything, the man just stared at him through dark dull eyes. It seemed like there was no life, left in that man, but then the man suddenly grinned. It was frightening, Harry had chills just thinking he ran into a dead man, but then he noticed two fangs sticking out sharply.
Harry's voice caught in his throat and he tried to crawl away backawards. The man bent down and grabbed Harry by his collar.
"Don't you dare lay one more finger or fang on him," Dumbledore said grimly.
"Order's are orders. I must take the boy back to my master and it's not Voldermort, if that's what you're thinking," the vampire said, grinning at Harry.
Harry was still weak from Voldermort bonding them together again, so he just watched the vampire talk to Dumbledore.
"Let go of him now," Remus said in a forced calm voice.
"Ah, so there's the werewolf. Don't fret, we're not going to kill the boy, just yet," the vampire cackled.
Dumbledore retrieved something from one of his pockets and held it out, his wand.
"Either you give him back to us or we'll destroy you," Dumbledore said.
"Fine have it your way," the vampire said. Before he let go of Harry he licked the side of Harry's face and suddenly disappeared.
"Are you alright Harry?" Remus said rushing to his side.
"Just take me back to the Dursley's," Harry said shaken.
"I can handle it from here Professor," Remus said to Dumbledore, who just nodded back, and half carried Harry to the Dursley's house, which was only two houses away.
::RAWR:: sorry about not having the band in this chapter, but they will be next chapter :) lol I like long reviews, it makes me happy and it might just help me out of this unhappiness that I am in right now... have a good weekend. And if I don't update before June 4th, HAPPY HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN MOVIE PREMIER!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own anything close to Linkin Park. I do not own cigarettes either nor their songs. I do not own Dracula or Dracula's bat form. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot.
A/N: hey everyone! Does anyone and I mean anyone who wants to join the LPU? It's the Linkin Park fan club. LP has put up the updated version of the Projekt Revolution Player. The link is in my profile here. Go ahead and check it out. Put it up on your site, profile, information center, give it out to friends, or have it in your favorites list. Thanks for reading my story
/: Reviews:
Serpent of Light: lol well i didn't want Harry to be all topsy turvey :p. Glad you like this longer chapter . About the band now lol well whatever you do don't fret now you might here about them next chapter :D.
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: thank you :)
Carry Out: whoa calm down there. Nah with your constant nagging at school, I just might have them die.... muhahahahahaha but I'll never tell you lol. Now about the man in the three-piece suit coughcoughlookatdisclaimercough
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"Well?" Moody asked impatiently.
"Oh now I remember. Let's see the greasy haired git told me that I was selfish person, so I am being what he thought of me, just to prove his point," Harry said pointing a finger up and passing out on top of Moody's lap.
"Bloody Potter," Moody growled at the sleeping form. "Well at least you aren't rowdy when your drunk," Moody said to lighten the darken mood and lifted Harry out of there and started to limp his way to Mrs. Figg's home.
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Moody knocked on Arabella Figg's home.
A cat ran out the door as she opened the door for them," Oh dear what happened?"
"Potter got drunk," Moody growled as his magical eyeball scanned the area.
"Well that's not like him. Are you going to get Dumbledore?" she asked Moody as they laid Harry down at the living room couch.
"That's what I was going to do next Mrs. Figg," Moody said. "I'll be back in 10 minutes, you keep watch of the boy. And whatever you do, don't open the door unless it's me and Dumbledore."
"Okay," she said as Moody walked out the door and started to walk outside the apparation barrier.
]Outside[
Once Moody was out of the apparation barrier he went away with a pop.
Moody apparated to Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, the former home of Sirius Black and current Order of the Phoenix Headquarters.
Moody walked in and was greeted by Molly Weasley.
"Why hello there Alastor. You're a bit early today. So how is Harry doing?" Molly asked Moody.
"Harry would be doing fine if he weren't drunk," Moody growled.
"Excuse me Alastor, I think I might of heard you wrong because Harry can't be drunk. That can't be right because half an hour earlier Mundungus walked, or rather staggered in here, a bit drunk," Molly said thoughtfully.
"Where is he?" Moody yelled.
"He's on the kitchen table sleeping," Molly said.
Moody strided towards the kitchen, where Mundungus was and shook him awake.
"What? What did you want me to move?" Mundungus asked sleepily, while putting up a palm to his head.
"Did you take Potter out to drink?" Moody asked angrily.
It took Mundungus a few seconds to answer, "No."
Almost relieved, but can tell that there was something more, "Was he already in the bar then?"
Baffled, Mundungus answered, "Yeah and I bought him the lovely drinks."
"You idiot! And you left him alone and drunk to wander around?" Moody shook him more.
"Blimey, I had other plans," Mundungus said in defense.
"OTHER PLANS!? MORE IMPORTANT THAN POTTER?" Moody yelled as some spit flew out of his mouth.
"What is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore's soft voice entered the room.
"Sir, Mundungus here, got Harry drunk," Moody said.
"That's a bit unlikely Moody because we all know that Potter would never drink," Snape said.
"Aye, but the boy mentioned something about you also," Moody said pointing a finger at Snape.
"Me? Why would he mention me?" Snape asked flabbergasted.
"That's what we'll find out if we go to him now. I left him under the care of Arabella Figg. They might get attacked any moment now, you know. CONSTANT VILIGANCE!"
"Moody stop the commotion, stop talking about people getting killed, especially infront of Harry and Remus," Dumbledore said.
"Speak of the devil, here's Remus now," Mundungus said as he tried to focus his bloodshot eyes.
"Is there something wrong?" Remus asked them tiredly.
"We were just about to visit Harry, Remus. Would you like to come with us?" Dumbledore offered to him.
Remus seemed a bit happier at the mention of visiting Harry, "Yes, if that's not a lot of trouble of course."
"The more the merrier," Dumbledore said cheerfully.
"So who exactly is going?" Mundungus asked.
"You, Me, Remus, Professor Dumbledore, Snape, and Molly," Moody said, just naming all the people in the kitchen.
"Who will watch the kids?" Remus asked.
"Arthur will," Molly said.
"Okay now that we have that taken care of, let's go," Moody said impatiently.
"Aren't you forgetting something Moody?" Snape asked tonelessly.
"What?"
"The person who started it all..." Snape said as if it were apparent.
Back on the table, Mundungus fell asleep right after Moody told him who's going to see Harry. Moody grabbed Mundungus at the scruff of his collar.
"I'm up! I'm up!" Mundungus yelled but Moody didn't let go of him until they were out of the house, at the apparation point and the others followed them.
With a pop they were gone.
]Arabella's house a few minutes before[
Arabella watched Harry's sleeping form. She can't believe how much this boy has changed; she can still remember when Harry was just a lad. So small, quite, curious about his surroundings, and seemed almost too delicate.
Someone was knocking on the door while she was thinking of the younger carefree Harry Potter that she knew. She moved to open the door, but when she opened it she saw no one.
"Hello?" she called out, but no one answered and she shut the door.
She heard Harry moan behind her and she turned around. As she crept closer to him, she heard him say something.
"Remus, please let go. I have to save Sirius...He's right behind the veil. Let go. Sirius this isn't funny please come out now. Remus please listen to me, Sirius will come back. Please, Sirius come back. Sirius...Sirius, I'll find you..." Harry kept saying in his sleep whilst turning on the couch.
"There, there Harry it will be fine," Mrs. Figg said in a soothing voice. Before she could wake him from his nightmare, someone was knocking on the door again. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Who is it?"
"Moody," Mad-Eye said in his gruff voice.
Relieved, Mrs. Figg opened the door. She was surprised at the number of company she'll be having.
Remus was the first was to notice that Harry was still calling out to Sirius' name and he felt terrible both Harry's broken family. He forgot all the others and made his way to Harry.
"Oh, Harry, it will be alright. You still have me and the Weasley's," Remus said to the dreaming Harry Potter.
Instantly Harry sat up and looked around, at first all he saw was the blurred vision of a man in front of him and the smell of cabbage.
"Here this might help you Harry," Remus said and gave Harry his glasses.
Remus watched as Harry put on his glasses and at first no recognition of Remus came to him, but a moment later a sense of familiarity came to Harry.
"Remus?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"Of course it's me Harry. Are you alright?" Remus asked concerned for the boy in front of him.
"What? Oh, yes I'm perfectly fine. And yourself?" Harry asked taking a moment to wipe something for his eyes with his sleeve.
"Not to bad, but that can be expected," Remus said still concerned about Harry.
"Wotcher Harry," Tonks said happily.
"Hello Tonks," Harry greeted in a fake happy voice.
Harry took the time and looked around and noticed that there was more than Remus and Tonks with him. He wasn't at the Dursley's home; he was at Mrs. Figg's, but how did he get there?
At the door he noticed that Mad- Eye Moody, Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore, Mundungus, and Snape was there.
Snape was glaring at Harry for a moment and then averted his eyes from Harry's. For a brief moment, Harry felt anger swell inside him for a brief moment before it was replaced by something more like insane happiness, but he covered it up by closing his eyes and letting it pass.
"What time is it?" he finally asked.
"A little past 6 Harry," Dumbledore said in his placid voice.
"Professor I'm sorry that I ruined your possessions back at school..." Harry said quickly but then he remembered why he broke them in the first place.
"It's all right my dear boy, those could be easily replaced, but not all can be replaced," Dumbledore said sadly.
"I'll pay for whichever ones, sir," Harry said.
"I'm sorry but you can't. You see it was I who broke it in the first place," Dumbledore said solemnly and lowering his head so that his eyes met with Harry's.
At once it seemed like his insides turned into ice. Dumbledore was talking about him.
"Let's go now, to the kitchen. So that we can discuss the matter at hand right now, Harry you can stay here and rest more," Dumbledore said softly.
Harry did what he was told and sat on the couch. Remus patted his back softly and walked with the others down to Mrs. Figg's kitchen.
A moment later Mrs. Weasley came out and gave him tea in it.
"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked as he caught her waiting for him to drink the tea.
"Yes Harry dear?"
"What's in this tea?" Harry asked eyeing the tea.
"Hot water, those little tea bags, lemon and a bit of sugar. You just tell me if there's too much sugar dear," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Oh okay, thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said sincerely.
Mrs. Weasley walked off, it seemed like she was about to break down and cry right there.
Harry took drank the whole thing as fast as he could, but once he finished he regretted it.
He put the teacup down as slowly and as gently as he could. Somehow he had pushed away his hangover from earlier and now it came full force.
The room was swaying or was that him? He fell back on the couch and put his under the pillow and shut his eyes, hoping to drown out the sounds. It was futile he realized.
The sun was setting.
Harry could hear voices coming out and in his head. Those same voices as before; always asking him to let them in, but this time they asked him to come out and play. Harry tried to ignore them, but he couldn't as a new voice entered his mind.
]In Mrs. Figg's Kitchen[
Molly walked back in there crying softly. "I'm sorry I just can't see why I couldn't just tell him that there was a calming and sleeping potion in there. I didn't like the feeling of lying to Harry," Molly said.
"It's alright Molly. Hopefully it will be the last time you will have to," Remus said trying to calm her down.
Moody was getting tired of this and Dumbledore noticed.
"Well, what are we going to do with Potter?" Snape asked.
"What about Fletcher? "Moody barked.
"What about me?" Mundungus asked.
"Why on Merlin's beard did you get him drunk? He could of gotten killed or taken away by Death Eaters," Moody said angrily.
"Blimely, calm down there or you'll suffer a heart attack. He's just seemed a bit glum, so I tried to bring him out of it. It worked for a few hours and those were just muggle drinks," Mundungus said.
"You might as well give him drugs, "Moody said.
While Moody and Mundungus kept on arguing, Remus caught a scent with his werewolf abilities. He didn't like it; it smelled of rotting flesh. A few seconds later, he heard people whispering in foreign accents and languages.
Remus could also tell that Harry was not asleep. In fact, it seemed like he was trying to contain something from within him and screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Professor Dumbledore," Remus called out disrupting Moody's and Mundungus' argument.
"Is something wrong Remus?" the old wizard asked.
"Yes, something wicked is coming this way and there's something wrong with Harry."
Right after the words left Remus' mouth, Dumbledore walked swiftly towards Harry, but a moment later he walked back a few steps.
"Has this happened before?" Dumbledore asked.
"What is it?" Tonks asked.
"He's saying something about voices..."
"It has. When I was watching over him after that fight he had with some of the children here a day ago. I thought nothing of the voices, but were part of a nightmare, so I gave him dreamless sleep potion," Snape said.
"What fight?" a few of them asked.
"When the next order meeting is, we'll discuss it there not here," Dumbledore said keeping an eye on Harry.
"But, those aren't just voices," Remus said.
"What are you talking about?" Molly asked him baffled.
"He's right. These are magical creatures," Moody said as his magical eye whizzed around.
"Evil creatures...vampires," Remus said through gritted teeth as his eyes flashed a dangerous animalistic yellow.
"No... What would vampires want with Harry?" Molly asked.
"Probably in a league with Voldermort. Don't invite them in. Vampires never enter without invitation," Snape said.
Remus sensed that Harry was close to falling down to the ground and Remus caught Harry before he did.
Harry clutched on whoever's robes it was. This pain was almost unbearable; especially his scar, it felt like a sledgehammer hit it.
For the second time that year, Harry felt he was dead with this pain that can't seem to be real and he gritted his teeth.
Remus felt Harry tighten his hold on Remus' robes. "It will be over soon Harry," Remus said as he hugged Harry tighter to him.
Harry felt like he was nowhere, but somewhere at the same time. He knew Voldermort tried to kill him through their bond again. Harry didn't know how he could turn away from those red eyes that once belonged to a man, but now to a creature of evil.
"Dumbledore...if you don't kill Potter, I'll just have to do it myself. And along with Potter's death, will be many of your former and current students," Voldermort said using Harry's mouth.
"Just do it Professor," Harry said.
"No," Dumbledore said boldly.
"Fine then. Until next time, if there is a next time," Voldermort said and left.
Harry let his grip on Remus' robes slacken and just took deep breaths. He felt Remus holding him and rubbing his back. All of a sudden, Harry wanted to get away from all of them.
Somehow the door just opened, it wasn't windy or anything, it just opened and Harry pried himself from Remus and made a run for the door.
Once outside, Harry could ran for the Dursley's home. Harry turned to see if anyone was following him and was surprised to see that all, but Mrs. Figg and Mrs. Weasley.
When he looked forward again, he ran into something and fell.
"Harry don't move!" Remus shouted.
Harry turned to look at what he ran into; it was a man.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run into you like that," Harry said. But when the man didn't say anything, the man just stared at him through dark dull eyes. It seemed like there was no life, left in that man, but then the man suddenly grinned. It was frightening, Harry had chills just thinking he ran into a dead man, but then he noticed two fangs sticking out sharply.
Harry's voice caught in his throat and he tried to crawl away backawards. The man bent down and grabbed Harry by his collar.
"Don't you dare lay one more finger or fang on him," Dumbledore said grimly.
"Order's are orders. I must take the boy back to my master and it's not Voldermort, if that's what you're thinking," the vampire said, grinning at Harry.
Harry was still weak from Voldermort bonding them together again, so he just watched the vampire talk to Dumbledore.
"Let go of him now," Remus said in a forced calm voice.
"Ah, so there's the werewolf. Don't fret, we're not going to kill the boy, just yet," the vampire cackled.
Dumbledore retrieved something from one of his pockets and held it out, his wand.
"Either you give him back to us or we'll destroy you," Dumbledore said.
"Fine have it your way," the vampire said. Before he let go of Harry he licked the side of Harry's face and suddenly disappeared.
"Are you alright Harry?" Remus said rushing to his side.
"Just take me back to the Dursley's," Harry said shaken.
"I can handle it from here Professor," Remus said to Dumbledore, who just nodded back, and half carried Harry to the Dursley's house, which was only two houses away.
::RAWR:: sorry about not having the band in this chapter, but they will be next chapter :) lol I like long reviews, it makes me happy and it might just help me out of this unhappiness that I am in right now... have a good weekend. And if I don't update before June 4th, HAPPY HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN MOVIE PREMIER!!!