Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Linkin Park, Dracula, or anything else you might of recognized. 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: Thanks for reading my story. Please R&R, and long reviews will be awesome. Also if you have any question, feel free to ask. :::::
:: Reviews:: Happy Be-lated Fourth of July to everyone
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: I'm glad to know that I make someone happy =).
maya)-sleepy: ahh that would be scary lol, your parents want you to be blonde and have a pink skirt? Faints lol j/k Well tell if you do indeed find out if the guys are back in this chapter or not.
Lunakatrina: Aw, boredom is very contagious, mind you lol. Aunt Marge annoys me as well...oh can't wait for the next chapter in "Voldermort's Heir", lol you know how much I love reading it. . Hmm the whole Dursley family might miss her lol.
Hm I haven't really thought about the Order and Harry's singing abilities lol. I guess they will just sit back and relax.
Thank –you =D
LiMaBeAn0501: Thank you for reading. Hmm keep reading and you might find the answer to your question. =P
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"Do you know when it will be a good time to have Harry come over here?" Remus asked.
"Oh yes. We can pick him up tomorrow evening. It seems like a good time to do so," Dumbledore said with that little twinkle in his eye. "Well if there is nothing else to discuss, let's call it a night."
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:::: July 29, Night ::::
:: Vampire meeting, Abandoned tunnel, London ::
There were at least 50 people there in the large tunnel.
"Glad to see that you are alive and well," the person who appeared to be the leader there said lightheartedly about the alive bit. The leader was what appeared to be a man in his late twenties. He wore all black, except for the red silk gloves and a red tie. He had dark brown hair that was clipped short for the night. A single gold earring shone brightly on his left earlobe from the small candles that were placed around the tunnel.
A few of them laughed at that remark.
"It's a shame I don't see many familiar faces here. What became of them?" the leader asked uneasily.
"Sir, most of our kind is being killed off by wizards, slayers and such. Dumbledore believes us to be in a league with You-know- who," someone said from the crowd and a few nodded their heads in agreement. "There is nothing we can do," he added.
"But there is something that we can do. We can devise a plan to get their only hope. It will be easy, just a snap to the neck or bleed him dry," the one that attacked Harry in the mall and the bar said. A few seconds later, the vampire was engulfed by flames and turned into ashes.
"No one is to harm him or else you die a more painful death than him. All you need to do is to turn him to our side. I would do it myself, but I need to do a few choirs," the leader said. He added silently in his mind, 'I don't want to get wounded so early in the century. Plus those fools don't even know that they could get killed in the attempt.'
"So does anyone here, know anything about the whereabouts of the green-eyed one?" the leader asked of them.
"Lord Dracula, we have located him. He is heavily protected by Dumbledore and his Order," said a woman and a circle formed around her, with her being in the center.
"Ah, my Bride, you have returned to me after all these centuries. And don't give me that 'Oh but master, I thought you were dead'," the leader, Dracula, said in a high-pitched voice. "Don't you know that I CAN NOT BE KILLED? Not even that fool Van Helsing can killed me," he yelled at his bride as she wailed. His voice softened, "Ah my love, I am terribly sorry for yelling at you like that. You must forgive me after the many years of being trapped in ice. I would just like to thank the unlucky archaeologist who had freed me and provided me a good meal before my journey here, but that was15 years ago. Here dry your tears."
He handed his Bride a white handkerchief from one of his pockets.
"Thank you my lord," the Bride said and wiped her blood tears away onto the handkerchief.
"So, where is he?" Dracula asked impatiently.
"Where is who?" asked one from the crowd.
Dracula looked to his direction and set him afire.
With a cocked eyebrow, Dracula asked them, "Anyone else want to know who I am talking about? No? Good."
"My Lord, the boy is at Private Drive, close to where you encountered him the first time," the Bride said.
"Ah, the first time? No the first time I met him was at Godrick's Hollow. Was a nice child then and is a nice child now. Well at least he will be until you-know-what," Dracula said in a wistful voice. "Well back to the plan then. So who will be up for the job to go and fetch my young one? Ah yes you guys will do fine," Dracula said as he eyed the youngest vampires there; including the one who licked Harry earlier.
:::: July 30, Morning ::::
:: Dursley residence ::
The only thing that troubled Harry that morning, was the dream he had. He had re-encountered Sirius' death. Anger swelled inside him, just knowing that he was the only one responsible for Sirius' death. He knew everyone would say it wasn't his fault at all, he also knew that they would just tell him to move along.
Harry could feel nothing but dread most of the day. He knew something was going to happen, he just couldn't tell what.
Harry ate breakfast with them at the kitchen table and he tried to avoid Aunt Marge and her brute of a dog. Thankfully Uncle Vernon saw the tension and preoccupied Aunt Marge with more wine.
Harry went to his room after that and started writing down more lyrics. When it was around dinnertime, he was going down the stairs when the phone started ringing.
"Hello?" Harry asked as he answered the phone.
"Hey Chester. It's Brad. Well Mike was too tired to call back to you. So I decided to call you in his stead. So how are things back there?" Brad asked.
"Oh fine. It's just really boring without you guys, you know. I wrote down a few more songs. Not sure if they are good or not, maybe I'll find a way to mail them to you," Harry said.
"Nah. How about this: You give me a few lines and if it's good enough we'll come back to England in a week or two. Sounds alright?" Brad compromised.
"Alright, hold your horses," Harry said as he took out a folded piece of paper and started.
"Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Paper bags and angry voi—"
Harry heard laughter from the other line. "Is it that bad?" Harry asked Brad.
"No – no, it was terrific. I only asked for a few lines, not the whole song," Brad said flabbergasted.
"But that wasn't even half the song, there's more I have to show, or rather sing to you," Harry said excitedly.
"Nah, surprise us when we get there in less than three weeks," Brad said.
"Oh okay, well I'll be seeing yo--," Harry was saying before someone yelled at him.
"Boy what was all that racket? They should arrest you for disturbing the peace," Aunt Marge clamored to him from the foot of the stairs.
"Is something wrong over there Chester?" Brad asked a bit afraid.
"No it's alright Brad, you can go now, I'll just talk to you later," Harry said and he put the phone down, but he did not turn it off. Harry didn't notice that Brad was still on the other line, keen on what's going on over there.
"And who were you talking to boy? Brad? Is that your boyfriend?" Aunt Marge demanded.
"Aunt Marge sorry to disappoint you but I am not seeing other guys," Harry said angrily.
"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice boy. You are just a burden to all of us. Why don't you just go away now? You've been a nuisance ever since these kind people have brought you into their home," Aunt Marge said.
"Now Marge, I'm sure the boy didn't mean to offend you," Uncle Vernon said.
"No Vernon I will be teaching your nephew a lesson now. Ripper, attack the abomination!" Aunt Marge yelled and she threw open the door.
Harry was shocked. So he was an abomination after all. Before he could register what was happening Ripper sunk his teeth onto Harry's leg and he started to bleed.
"What is going on in here? Oh no, not on the carpet. Don't bleed on the carpet you fool," Aunt Petunia came in and saw the blood that was starting to soak through Harry's pants.
"Hello? Chester what is going on in there? Someone tell me what's going on. Chester are you all right? Who's bleeding?" Brad pleaded for an answer.
"Sorry wrong number," Uncle Vernon said shocked at was happening and turned off the phone.
"You heard your Aunt Petunia. Don't bleed on her lovely carpet," Aunt Marge sneered and shoved Harry, with Ripper still chomping on his leg, outside and closed the door.
Harry tripped over the paper that was left out in front of the door and fell down; right in top of the small flowerbed picket fence he put up just a few weeks ago. He felt pain right above where his heart should have been.
Ripper stopped chomping on his leg and decided to run to the back yard.
Harry could feel the life leaving him. "At least I'll be with Sirius and my parents, maybe even Cedric will be there," Harry said in a hopeful voice.
Of all the ways Harry thought of his own death, being staked by a small pointed fence would kill him. And he was alone, no one would notice or even care about him lying there in a pool of his own blood. He started coughing.
The air around him grew colder and half a dozen figures surrounded him in an instant.
At first he thought that the Order didn't abandoned him and they came to get him, but after a few seconds he somehow knew it wasn't them.
"Bonjour ma cheriè. It's good to see you again and on your death bed," the one who licked him before said and laughed.
"Chester this is no laughing matter. He only has minutes left to live and the master would not be pleased to find out that you laughed as he died," one of them said.
"Get away from me. Please, I haven't done anything to you," Harry said having a hard time focusing on them.
"Ah well right now, I will give you the choice which I'm pretty sure that many would say yes to. You can either become what is the closest thing to living or you could die out here, in the open," the one called Chester said.
"No," Harry said and spat blood at Chester's polished shoes.
"Are you so sure about that?" Chester said in a tired voice. "Hush...I'll make it all easy for you. Just close your eyes and everything will be alright."
So what do you guys think of this chapter? How's everyone's vacation going? Hope everyone is all right. So do you guys think I should end it there? Lol Well until next time...if there is a next time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Linkin Park, Dracula, or anything else you might of recognized. 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: Thanks for reading my story. Please R&R, and long reviews will be awesome. Also if you have any question, feel free to ask. :::::
:: Reviews:: Happy Be-lated Fourth of July to everyone
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: I'm glad to know that I make someone happy =).
maya)-sleepy: ahh that would be scary lol, your parents want you to be blonde and have a pink skirt? Faints lol j/k Well tell if you do indeed find out if the guys are back in this chapter or not.
Lunakatrina: Aw, boredom is very contagious, mind you lol. Aunt Marge annoys me as well...oh can't wait for the next chapter in "Voldermort's Heir", lol you know how much I love reading it. . Hmm the whole Dursley family might miss her lol.
Hm I haven't really thought about the Order and Harry's singing abilities lol. I guess they will just sit back and relax.
Thank –you =D
LiMaBeAn0501: Thank you for reading. Hmm keep reading and you might find the answer to your question. =P
::::: Last Time ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Do you know when it will be a good time to have Harry come over here?" Remus asked.
"Oh yes. We can pick him up tomorrow evening. It seems like a good time to do so," Dumbledore said with that little twinkle in his eye. "Well if there is nothing else to discuss, let's call it a night."
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::
:::: July 29, Night ::::
:: Vampire meeting, Abandoned tunnel, London ::
There were at least 50 people there in the large tunnel.
"Glad to see that you are alive and well," the person who appeared to be the leader there said lightheartedly about the alive bit. The leader was what appeared to be a man in his late twenties. He wore all black, except for the red silk gloves and a red tie. He had dark brown hair that was clipped short for the night. A single gold earring shone brightly on his left earlobe from the small candles that were placed around the tunnel.
A few of them laughed at that remark.
"It's a shame I don't see many familiar faces here. What became of them?" the leader asked uneasily.
"Sir, most of our kind is being killed off by wizards, slayers and such. Dumbledore believes us to be in a league with You-know- who," someone said from the crowd and a few nodded their heads in agreement. "There is nothing we can do," he added.
"But there is something that we can do. We can devise a plan to get their only hope. It will be easy, just a snap to the neck or bleed him dry," the one that attacked Harry in the mall and the bar said. A few seconds later, the vampire was engulfed by flames and turned into ashes.
"No one is to harm him or else you die a more painful death than him. All you need to do is to turn him to our side. I would do it myself, but I need to do a few choirs," the leader said. He added silently in his mind, 'I don't want to get wounded so early in the century. Plus those fools don't even know that they could get killed in the attempt.'
"So does anyone here, know anything about the whereabouts of the green-eyed one?" the leader asked of them.
"Lord Dracula, we have located him. He is heavily protected by Dumbledore and his Order," said a woman and a circle formed around her, with her being in the center.
"Ah, my Bride, you have returned to me after all these centuries. And don't give me that 'Oh but master, I thought you were dead'," the leader, Dracula, said in a high-pitched voice. "Don't you know that I CAN NOT BE KILLED? Not even that fool Van Helsing can killed me," he yelled at his bride as she wailed. His voice softened, "Ah my love, I am terribly sorry for yelling at you like that. You must forgive me after the many years of being trapped in ice. I would just like to thank the unlucky archaeologist who had freed me and provided me a good meal before my journey here, but that was15 years ago. Here dry your tears."
He handed his Bride a white handkerchief from one of his pockets.
"Thank you my lord," the Bride said and wiped her blood tears away onto the handkerchief.
"So, where is he?" Dracula asked impatiently.
"Where is who?" asked one from the crowd.
Dracula looked to his direction and set him afire.
With a cocked eyebrow, Dracula asked them, "Anyone else want to know who I am talking about? No? Good."
"My Lord, the boy is at Private Drive, close to where you encountered him the first time," the Bride said.
"Ah, the first time? No the first time I met him was at Godrick's Hollow. Was a nice child then and is a nice child now. Well at least he will be until you-know-what," Dracula said in a wistful voice. "Well back to the plan then. So who will be up for the job to go and fetch my young one? Ah yes you guys will do fine," Dracula said as he eyed the youngest vampires there; including the one who licked Harry earlier.
:::: July 30, Morning ::::
:: Dursley residence ::
The only thing that troubled Harry that morning, was the dream he had. He had re-encountered Sirius' death. Anger swelled inside him, just knowing that he was the only one responsible for Sirius' death. He knew everyone would say it wasn't his fault at all, he also knew that they would just tell him to move along.
Harry could feel nothing but dread most of the day. He knew something was going to happen, he just couldn't tell what.
Harry ate breakfast with them at the kitchen table and he tried to avoid Aunt Marge and her brute of a dog. Thankfully Uncle Vernon saw the tension and preoccupied Aunt Marge with more wine.
Harry went to his room after that and started writing down more lyrics. When it was around dinnertime, he was going down the stairs when the phone started ringing.
"Hello?" Harry asked as he answered the phone.
"Hey Chester. It's Brad. Well Mike was too tired to call back to you. So I decided to call you in his stead. So how are things back there?" Brad asked.
"Oh fine. It's just really boring without you guys, you know. I wrote down a few more songs. Not sure if they are good or not, maybe I'll find a way to mail them to you," Harry said.
"Nah. How about this: You give me a few lines and if it's good enough we'll come back to England in a week or two. Sounds alright?" Brad compromised.
"Alright, hold your horses," Harry said as he took out a folded piece of paper and started.
"Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Paper bags and angry voi—"
Harry heard laughter from the other line. "Is it that bad?" Harry asked Brad.
"No – no, it was terrific. I only asked for a few lines, not the whole song," Brad said flabbergasted.
"But that wasn't even half the song, there's more I have to show, or rather sing to you," Harry said excitedly.
"Nah, surprise us when we get there in less than three weeks," Brad said.
"Oh okay, well I'll be seeing yo--," Harry was saying before someone yelled at him.
"Boy what was all that racket? They should arrest you for disturbing the peace," Aunt Marge clamored to him from the foot of the stairs.
"Is something wrong over there Chester?" Brad asked a bit afraid.
"No it's alright Brad, you can go now, I'll just talk to you later," Harry said and he put the phone down, but he did not turn it off. Harry didn't notice that Brad was still on the other line, keen on what's going on over there.
"And who were you talking to boy? Brad? Is that your boyfriend?" Aunt Marge demanded.
"Aunt Marge sorry to disappoint you but I am not seeing other guys," Harry said angrily.
"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice boy. You are just a burden to all of us. Why don't you just go away now? You've been a nuisance ever since these kind people have brought you into their home," Aunt Marge said.
"Now Marge, I'm sure the boy didn't mean to offend you," Uncle Vernon said.
"No Vernon I will be teaching your nephew a lesson now. Ripper, attack the abomination!" Aunt Marge yelled and she threw open the door.
Harry was shocked. So he was an abomination after all. Before he could register what was happening Ripper sunk his teeth onto Harry's leg and he started to bleed.
"What is going on in here? Oh no, not on the carpet. Don't bleed on the carpet you fool," Aunt Petunia came in and saw the blood that was starting to soak through Harry's pants.
"Hello? Chester what is going on in there? Someone tell me what's going on. Chester are you all right? Who's bleeding?" Brad pleaded for an answer.
"Sorry wrong number," Uncle Vernon said shocked at was happening and turned off the phone.
"You heard your Aunt Petunia. Don't bleed on her lovely carpet," Aunt Marge sneered and shoved Harry, with Ripper still chomping on his leg, outside and closed the door.
Harry tripped over the paper that was left out in front of the door and fell down; right in top of the small flowerbed picket fence he put up just a few weeks ago. He felt pain right above where his heart should have been.
Ripper stopped chomping on his leg and decided to run to the back yard.
Harry could feel the life leaving him. "At least I'll be with Sirius and my parents, maybe even Cedric will be there," Harry said in a hopeful voice.
Of all the ways Harry thought of his own death, being staked by a small pointed fence would kill him. And he was alone, no one would notice or even care about him lying there in a pool of his own blood. He started coughing.
The air around him grew colder and half a dozen figures surrounded him in an instant.
At first he thought that the Order didn't abandoned him and they came to get him, but after a few seconds he somehow knew it wasn't them.
"Bonjour ma cheriè. It's good to see you again and on your death bed," the one who licked him before said and laughed.
"Chester this is no laughing matter. He only has minutes left to live and the master would not be pleased to find out that you laughed as he died," one of them said.
"Get away from me. Please, I haven't done anything to you," Harry said having a hard time focusing on them.
"Ah well right now, I will give you the choice which I'm pretty sure that many would say yes to. You can either become what is the closest thing to living or you could die out here, in the open," the one called Chester said.
"No," Harry said and spat blood at Chester's polished shoes.
"Are you so sure about that?" Chester said in a tired voice. "Hush...I'll make it all easy for you. Just close your eyes and everything will be alright."
So what do you guys think of this chapter? How's everyone's vacation going? Hope everyone is all right. So do you guys think I should end it there? Lol Well until next time...if there is a next time.