It was, perhaps, the worst rainstorm Hogwarts had gotten in a long time. The rain was pelting the ground at an alarming speed; water was bouncing off the lake in the form of mini tsunamis off the surface. One would be mad to be outside in this weather, yet there was one figure walking around the lake, towards the boundaries of the forest.
This one, dark and solitary figure was walking at a slow pace, and it seemed that the speed of the water didn't bother him. He seemed to be in a state of deep thought. Though, every once in awhile he would look up when the wind blew particularly strongly or if the wind howled particularly loud through the tall trees. The wind was strong, but it could not move his thin frame at all.
This one, was one whose thoughts haunted him particularly, and finally, after 3 days of being cooped up in the room with her (as attractive as she might be) with out any relief from the rain in sight, he slipped out of the room. It was only about three in the afternoon, but the sky was a dark as the night sky, covered completely by the clouds. Every once in awhile, the sky would be illuminated by a flash of lightening.
First, he thought about Ginny. The change, he had noticed, really changed her. Instead of the pale girl with freckles and pink cheeks and orange-red hair, and normal brown eyes, she became a girl with smooth porcelain skin- no colour except for cherry lips, her hair was now closer to the shade of blood than to the shade of her family's and her eyes became such a dark brown they were almost black.
She was now stronger and faster and slimmer and quieter and he hated to think so but more attractive. She was rarely ever timid, as she had been sometimes before. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. Mostly feeding, if he didn't want to feed she would make him.
She was going to demand to visit the Chamber soon, he could feel it, but he wasn't sure whether he wanted to go down there. She wasn't the only one who had bad memories about that place. She wanted to know, she deserved to know, but he didn't want her to know. He didn't want to go down to the place to her nightmares, to his nightmares, to the place where it all started.
He didn't want her to feel the pain he knew that the trip would cause; he didn't want her to have to know what he knew. Have to feel the pain of returning where you knew bad memories, to where everything was inevitable, to where everything was far too real for the normal human psyche.
He thought a long time about her, a long time just walking in the rain and thinking. She was the first topic on his mind, as he was spending most of the summer with her, in close quarters, and that he thought she was very attractive, and that they were sharing a bed, only to stop the dreams and to ease the loneliness between the times of going to bed and sleep, and between waking and the time late enough to rise. It was best if they didn't go wandering about when some errant professors might be wandering the halls; the risk of being caught and exposed was far too large, and far too dangerous.
Things hadn't gotten better since they got the guns. They had bee cooped inside, it had been raining for the past three days. Far too wet to use the guns, and far too dangerous, especially with the wind. Hogwarts was magical land, and the wind was particularly strong. Ginny was itching to try out the guns, and he had been temperamental since Lupin had said all those things. All those things that were true, if they hadn't been so true they wouldn't have mattered. It was just like the Dursleys, and that's what bothered him, what they said all had a base of truth.
'Oh Sirius...' What had he done? He should have learnt, he should have known. He was always listening to what anyone who had been alive in the first reign of terror said about Voldemort. That he was a monster, that he had no respect for human life, that he was cunning, that he was intelligent, that he would use someone's weakness for his own gain, that he spread discord in the blink of an eye.
'I guess, he thought that I never really believed it. Never believed he was as awful as everyone knew. Always saw some of me in him, all alone in the world, no parents to watch his back, no one who cared. Lonely and scared'.
His own humanity be damned! He hadn't believed those who knew best, and he was rightfully suffering for his mistakes. Why had he thought he would be spared? Why did he think he was any different from everyone else?
Sirius had been so full of life. He hadn't always been happy, even less this past year, when he was cooped up in his old house. The Noble and most ancient house of Black. But his features were always conveying some sort of emotion. And when he was happy, you knew he was happy. Knew that there was something good left in the world, because a man trapped in the bowels of hell could be happy. And when he was mad, you would thank the gods that he wasn't angry with you.
But through all these mood swings one could see, if one wasn't caught up in a hatred of years long since passed and gone and forgotten, there was the inherent goodness that distinguished and separated him from his family all those years ago. Of course it was hidden, wrapped away under layers of anger and sadness, that on occasion caused him to act out without thinking of the consequences, layers formed by living with his family, 'the noble and most ancient house of Black', for so many years before leaving. The name was enough to cause a bad taste in Harry's mouth, and cause him to feel nauseous.
That was the last link that he would ever have with his parents. Since Mr. Lupin was such a jackass, and that Professor Dumbledore wasn't to be trusted, and Snape would as soon tell the truth as turn himself into Voldemort.
He had the Weasleys, although he wasn't sure that they would want to speak to him, since he had run away, harboured their daughter away from the world, and got her bitten by a vampire, and the family blood given to some distant immortal more warped than Voldemort, but perhaps a tad less evil than the 'Dark Lord'. Weasley blood had never been given out before, and was perhaps some of the purest blood in the world.
What would Ron and Hermione think now? They were probably still mad at him for running away, and for striking out at them in the letter he wrote. It had been a bit low, but he had been angry and was writing in the heat of the moment. Not to mention that they had been going out for a while and that they hadn't seen fit to tell him until then, the most miserable time of the year for him. All alone at the Dursleys and now all alone at school. He was thankful for Ginny, although she probably didn't even think of him as a friend. More an acquaintance really, and he didn't blame her, he had been a jerk sometimes. Well, a lot of the time. More like all the time if you thought about it. All the time was a more accurate indicator.
When would Voldemort take this all away from him? He must be plotting to try something some time. But, maybe he didn't understand? Voldemort didn't have any friends he had lackeys. That might be a deterrent to attack. Why waste time and power and energy plotting to kill someone your enemy didn't care about, if destabilizing was your aim? You don't. So, they might be safe for a while, that mean he must find a way to protect them, even if that meant risking himself for a while. His sire had said that only one thing can kill a vampire.
He noticed that he had stopped his walking, and he continued, discreetly wiping a solitary tear off his face. Not even inconspicuous, vampires only cry blood, because they only drink blood. I was not crying because of pain, a statement meant only to try to convince himself of that. No one else was around to see his tears, and feel the pain, and to hug him better, as the rain pelted down.
Suddenly a noise caught his ear, even through the storm he could hear it. The noise of someone trying to be quiet when they're waiting to say something very important. Looking around he noticed a lone figure headed out towards him from the castle. It smelled like a werewolf. 'Dammit!' Didn't that stupid beast know when he should be sticking his snout into other people's business?
Luckily for Harry, an opening into the forest presented itself, and escape became possible. He must get out of there as quickly as possible, werewolves could be pretty fast if they needed to, even in human form. He quickly scurried into the forest and hid among the trees. The werewolf would never think to look in there-, as he still felt bound by human rules and such.
Ginny's P.O.V
She sighed. What was he doing out there? It was raining so hard that the drops might bruise human flesh. A good thing he wasn't human else he might be bruised and this would pose quite a problem.
Ginny wished that she had been first to think of slipping outside. Being cooped up in this room was about as annoying as being cooped up at Headquarters. Except no one here would nag you to work or eat or to go away. And she wasn't near her bother or his girlfriend, 'or girlFIEND, if you want to be clever'. They could be quite annoying to be around all the time. About as annoying as a mopey Harry. She understood that he was angry but he was really getting on her nerves.
But, she reflected he's cute when he mopes. There was something about Harry... She had lied to Hermione when she told her that she was over him. Knowingly lied, counting on the fact that Hermione would trust her no matter what.
She wouldn't mind having someone like Harry around for eternity. He was friendly, but not spineless. He was temperamental, but he would never be violent without a reason. And not bad looking either...
Change had made him porcelain pale; his lips weren't cherry, but still a bit pink. You could see the red, from him mother of course, in his hair now, like natural highlights that hadn't been there before. The transformation had left him just as thin, but with a bit more apparent muscle all over, and his eyes were particularly emerald, although they didn't sparkle like they had before. They might never sparkle like they had before. The innocence was gone, he was jaded and he was angry.
Often, she wondered whether she looked like that-jaded and angry, whether or not her eyes had changed after her first year. There was so much that she didn't know and that she deserved to know. Like what actually had gone on in the chamber, whether or not she had really died. And there were only two beings that could get into the room.
One not human- a fiend of the worst sort- half demon half snake. Fanatical to a cause that made no sense to anyone- except the demon and his thralls. The other not human anymore either- a young vampire melancholic and angry. Fighting against something that was bound to the cause of world domination and would destroy anything and anyone who got in its way.
One she didn't want to see ever again (though she knew she probably would) - a year with him had put a taint on her soul. And the other she would stay with for the entire summer. Who treated her well and bought her stuff. But also left an effect on her. By being a Weasley and by being around Harry Potter. But what her sire had said... that his master had been longing to get his hands on Weasley Blood. Pure and untainted Weasley blood...
Thinking of her sire made her think of the entire summer.
Thinking back to the night they came here she had to suppress a shudder, Lupin knew better than to say something like that to Harry. He knew him well enough to figure out that he would be blaming himself- like always. And yet he loses his temper and yells what he doesn't mean and what was furthest from his mind. And Snape. He always did have to be out of line, and angry, and bitter. Another one of the young and dead.
A brush was a friend- hair is a fiend. Blood red hair, down to the hips. Cherry lips, white skin, and black eyes deep like death. Thin, hips and waist. Legs long and slim, arms with perfect hands for a perfect suffocation. So dirty inside. So clean on the out. All alone, though surrounded. Where was her angelic protector? Surely not moping in the rain.
Where was he exactly? While lost in her thoughts, she had lost sight of him. In this sort of mood, he could really hurt someone badly. Like Lupin, who was currently walking the grounds in hopes of finding Harry. Why was she constantly surrounded by idiots?
Wait! Lupin is wandering around the grounds? (She thought.) Thoughts could wait, but Lupin couldn't!
A.N.: Hello all. It really has be too long since I updated. I promise I will try not to wait so long between updates, but it really is a matter of inspiration. I'll stop now. Originally I had a pretty little note all written out and such, but somehow it got deleted, so I'm redoing it.
There were some questions, so I'll try to answer them.
LoireLoa: Some answers to your questions if you're actually reading this:
Ginny's hair did change, a bit obvious that- as it was explained in the first part of the chapter.
Yes, the package was guns, that also being explained in the chapter.
I (or Harry if you prefer) was referring to the fact that Snape had been a Death Eater (though it would explain some things). It's hard to be sneaky when you're under scrutiny. And Voldemort wouldn't be pleased.
Lupin has not realized it. Stupid werewolf, no CONSTANT VIGILENCE! for him. Dumbledore doesn't know either because Lupin doesn't. Dumbledore thinks that Harry and Ginny are far far away causing mischief.
Harry meant that he had to die in two ways. His soul had to die (because of the Deaths of Sirius et al.) and his body had to die (because of his new found vampirism.)
As for an H/G ship, you'll just have to wait and see...
That's all folks!
Ta!