Recap: Well, thought Harry, that certainly was unexpected. But not
necessarily unwanted. At least Dumbledore and McGonagall were there to
help. He pulled out his book list. As well as another defense against the
dark arts book and transfiguration book he was also supposed to get one on
occulmancy and the history of the greatest aurors. There were also three
books on vampires suggested. Well it was a start.
Chapter five
Two hours later harry was slowly walking down the hall to his room with his nose buried in a book. While he was out he had noticed something else. He could see perfectly well without his glasses, which was good since they were completely shattered and he wasn't allowed to use magic.
He was forced to put down his book, 'a diary of the vampire Jim Bowen', when he opened his door and was knocked to the ground by the two people who had been sitting on his bed for the past twenty minutes.
"Ooh harry. I'm so glad you're alright."
"When we got Hedwig and mum fixed her up we were so afraid for you."
"You just had to reply in blood didn't you?"
"I was worried mate."
"And when we heard about the Dursleys."
Hermione suddenly fell silent. Ron continued to talk for a moment before he saw what Hermione had seen. Harry's hair had fallen sideways off his face and the gashes and cuts were now visible.
Ron was the first to break the shocked silence. "Damn harry, you look like road kill off hell's highway. I've been listening to muggle music this summer and the 'highway to hell' doesn't sound like a very pleasant place."
Hermione simply stared at him.
"Uh, hi. Sorry about the blood thing but there really wasn't much else. Is Hedwig alright?"
"Yeah, she's fine. Mum says she'll be flying here in just a few hours. We had a right bit of trouble keeping Hedwig from chasing you down for this long let me tell you."
"Thanks Ron. Now would the two of you mind getting off? I'm starting to loose feeling in my left arm."
All the while Ron and Hermione were clambering up Hermione never took her eyes off the side of Harry's head. As a result she misjudged distance and smacked into Harry's right arm. Since she was still watching his face she saw the momentary look of pain that crossed it.
As soon as they were all standing in a more orderly fashion Hermione pushed harry backwards onto the bed. She then proceeded to remove his shirt. Ron was staring at Hermione in complete incomprehension until, that is, he caught sight of the bloodied makeshift bandages. His look changed to one of puzzlement then and horror when Hermione removed the bandages.
"Sweet mother of Merlin."
"My sentiments exactly."
"Harry what happened?" Hermione was frowning hard.
"Yeah mate and what's with the glasses and hair? And you're as tall as me." Hermione glared at Ron as though she thought there were more important things than glasses, or lack there of, hair and height.
"What happened harry?"
Harry shifted uneasily.
"Nothin' much. My uncle threw me out."
"Why do I get the feeling that's literal?"
"'Cause it is."
"But you couldn't have gotten this from hitting the pavement. This looks like glass."
Harry shifted again. "We got a new glass door this summer."
"Oh my god harry! He threw you through the glass door?!"
"Yes. And my trunk and my owl."
Hermione shook her head grimly and pulled out her wand. Pointing it at harry she muttered a healing spell.
It didn't work.
She tried it again.
Still it didn't work.
She tried it a third time.
This time it seemed that his skin tried valiantly to comply with the wishes of the spell. It hurt like hell but he still didn't heal. Then of course he remembered the line in the textbook about how vampires are immune to physical spells.
"Hermione, please don't do that again."
Hermione caught the pain in his voice and wisely decided not to try it again.
"I don't understand. That spell should have worked."
Ron was looking curiously at harry.
"Hermione, do you notice anything odd about the cuts?"
"Other than the fact that I couldn't make them heal and only caused them to start bleeding again? No."
Ron had a look on his face as though he was thinking very hard. Then suddenly all of the loose ends came together.
"Hermione, his cuts are already healing."
"But the spell didn't work."
"Right. And he only got the cuts last night." Hermione's mouth opened into a perfectly circular O. Ron turned to harry.
"What was your inheritance?"
Resignedly harry asked "Are you sure you want to know?"
They glared at him.
"Alright I'll tell you but you have to swear not to tell anyone else." They gave him get-on-with-it looks.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
Harry slowly stood up. He stared at the blood on his arm. The free flowing blood. The blood that was such a beautiful crimson color. He felt the need for it as he had the first time but because he'd already fed he was able to control it. He felt his canines lengthening into fangs.
Fangs bared, he turned. Hermione and Ron would have been freaked enough to see the assassin's grace with which he turned but, at least for Hermione, the sight of his fangs and the green flame burning in his eyes was too much. Hermione feinted dead away onto the bed.
Harry blinked hard several times and shook his head as if to rid himself of bloody thoughts. His fangs retracted and his eyes cooled. Ron seemed to get his voice back.
"Bloody hell. You're a Vampire?"
"Quite."
Ron looked at him uneasily.
"Don't look so frightened. I'm perfectly safe, so long as I've fed in the last few days. I've been reading."
Ron still looked a bit uncomfortable.
"You were right about my height. That increased, as did the length of my hair. I don't seem to need my glasses anymore either. It was painful but I'm still me, just with a few, uh, complications."
Ron looked a little less uneasy.
"Alright I believe you. Now lets wake Hermione up."
A/N: Wow. I didn't think I could type that fast! I'm home sick though so I guess it's not surprising I'd be bored enough to type. Ah well, with luck the next part will be up in a few days. We will be running into a certain Slytherin soon. That should be fun.
Chapter five
Two hours later harry was slowly walking down the hall to his room with his nose buried in a book. While he was out he had noticed something else. He could see perfectly well without his glasses, which was good since they were completely shattered and he wasn't allowed to use magic.
He was forced to put down his book, 'a diary of the vampire Jim Bowen', when he opened his door and was knocked to the ground by the two people who had been sitting on his bed for the past twenty minutes.
"Ooh harry. I'm so glad you're alright."
"When we got Hedwig and mum fixed her up we were so afraid for you."
"You just had to reply in blood didn't you?"
"I was worried mate."
"And when we heard about the Dursleys."
Hermione suddenly fell silent. Ron continued to talk for a moment before he saw what Hermione had seen. Harry's hair had fallen sideways off his face and the gashes and cuts were now visible.
Ron was the first to break the shocked silence. "Damn harry, you look like road kill off hell's highway. I've been listening to muggle music this summer and the 'highway to hell' doesn't sound like a very pleasant place."
Hermione simply stared at him.
"Uh, hi. Sorry about the blood thing but there really wasn't much else. Is Hedwig alright?"
"Yeah, she's fine. Mum says she'll be flying here in just a few hours. We had a right bit of trouble keeping Hedwig from chasing you down for this long let me tell you."
"Thanks Ron. Now would the two of you mind getting off? I'm starting to loose feeling in my left arm."
All the while Ron and Hermione were clambering up Hermione never took her eyes off the side of Harry's head. As a result she misjudged distance and smacked into Harry's right arm. Since she was still watching his face she saw the momentary look of pain that crossed it.
As soon as they were all standing in a more orderly fashion Hermione pushed harry backwards onto the bed. She then proceeded to remove his shirt. Ron was staring at Hermione in complete incomprehension until, that is, he caught sight of the bloodied makeshift bandages. His look changed to one of puzzlement then and horror when Hermione removed the bandages.
"Sweet mother of Merlin."
"My sentiments exactly."
"Harry what happened?" Hermione was frowning hard.
"Yeah mate and what's with the glasses and hair? And you're as tall as me." Hermione glared at Ron as though she thought there were more important things than glasses, or lack there of, hair and height.
"What happened harry?"
Harry shifted uneasily.
"Nothin' much. My uncle threw me out."
"Why do I get the feeling that's literal?"
"'Cause it is."
"But you couldn't have gotten this from hitting the pavement. This looks like glass."
Harry shifted again. "We got a new glass door this summer."
"Oh my god harry! He threw you through the glass door?!"
"Yes. And my trunk and my owl."
Hermione shook her head grimly and pulled out her wand. Pointing it at harry she muttered a healing spell.
It didn't work.
She tried it again.
Still it didn't work.
She tried it a third time.
This time it seemed that his skin tried valiantly to comply with the wishes of the spell. It hurt like hell but he still didn't heal. Then of course he remembered the line in the textbook about how vampires are immune to physical spells.
"Hermione, please don't do that again."
Hermione caught the pain in his voice and wisely decided not to try it again.
"I don't understand. That spell should have worked."
Ron was looking curiously at harry.
"Hermione, do you notice anything odd about the cuts?"
"Other than the fact that I couldn't make them heal and only caused them to start bleeding again? No."
Ron had a look on his face as though he was thinking very hard. Then suddenly all of the loose ends came together.
"Hermione, his cuts are already healing."
"But the spell didn't work."
"Right. And he only got the cuts last night." Hermione's mouth opened into a perfectly circular O. Ron turned to harry.
"What was your inheritance?"
Resignedly harry asked "Are you sure you want to know?"
They glared at him.
"Alright I'll tell you but you have to swear not to tell anyone else." They gave him get-on-with-it looks.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
Harry slowly stood up. He stared at the blood on his arm. The free flowing blood. The blood that was such a beautiful crimson color. He felt the need for it as he had the first time but because he'd already fed he was able to control it. He felt his canines lengthening into fangs.
Fangs bared, he turned. Hermione and Ron would have been freaked enough to see the assassin's grace with which he turned but, at least for Hermione, the sight of his fangs and the green flame burning in his eyes was too much. Hermione feinted dead away onto the bed.
Harry blinked hard several times and shook his head as if to rid himself of bloody thoughts. His fangs retracted and his eyes cooled. Ron seemed to get his voice back.
"Bloody hell. You're a Vampire?"
"Quite."
Ron looked at him uneasily.
"Don't look so frightened. I'm perfectly safe, so long as I've fed in the last few days. I've been reading."
Ron still looked a bit uncomfortable.
"You were right about my height. That increased, as did the length of my hair. I don't seem to need my glasses anymore either. It was painful but I'm still me, just with a few, uh, complications."
Ron looked a little less uneasy.
"Alright I believe you. Now lets wake Hermione up."
A/N: Wow. I didn't think I could type that fast! I'm home sick though so I guess it's not surprising I'd be bored enough to type. Ah well, with luck the next part will be up in a few days. We will be running into a certain Slytherin soon. That should be fun.