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Warnings: Slash, swearing.

The Vampire Realm!

Chapter 5: St. Anger

Standing on the stairs was the tall skeletal figure of Remus Lupin resident Werewolf. Braedon growled under his breath smelling the wolf and bared his fangs ever so slightly so only Harry and Remus could see them. Remus replied with a growl of his own but was soon covered with a wide smile when seeing Harry. He ran down the stairs and up to Harry grabbing him and hugging the life out of him. He wrapped his arms around his godson (though not legally) and laid his head on the smaller males.

"I thought I had lost you as well. Don't ever do that Harry please," he said forcefully with so much emotion in his voice that Harry felt tears falling from his eyes and nodded against the mans chest.

"I promise Remus and I'm sorry about Sirius, I didn't mean for him, it's all my fault," Harry whispered and Remus growled. Braedon thinking his numa was in danger from the wolf stepped up by Harry's side and pulled him away.

"If I was you wolf I'd keep your hands to yourself around Spirit," he growled back. He wasn't worried about the numa himself no of course he wasn't. This was a wolf in front of him and it was a well-known fact in the vampire realm that werewolves were a danger to everything when they growled and that meant the numa was probably in danger, which meant he could be, killed which meant Braedon himself would die.

"Spirit?" Remus asked confused looking between Braedon and Harry and noticing the clothes they were both wearing. Horror dawned in his eyes and he gasped taking an involuntary step back.

"No! It can't be true," he gasped. Harry scared to see the disgust in Remus' eyes looked at the floor finding the scuffmarks on his shoes interesting.

"Remus what is going on?" Molly Weasley asked concerned for her adopted son.

"He's…"

"Remus I think we should discuss this away from the children," came a tired yet still powerful voice. Remus stepped back his head bowed and Braedon turned his head to see a tall man with a long nose and wearing bright purple robes standing there with a twinkle in his eye.

"Of course Professor Dumbledore," Remus stated and Braedon was amused at seeing how submissive everyone was to this man all except Spirit. He looked down at the bowed head of the numa and could tell by the way he scuffed angrily at the floor he was angry also the big give away was that Braedon could see the anger flowing off him in waves. What did this Dumbledore guy ever do to Spirit?

"Yes well, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George could you please go upstairs and wait until we call you down?" Dumbledore asked in a soft tone yet there was a steel underlying command underneath it. Harry's head shot up and blazing green eyes looked at Dumbledore as did all the other teenagers eyes.

"WHAT?! This involves me so I think I should be present," he exclaimed fiercely.

"Harry we will also be talking about things that are for the order only so if you please go upstairs we will talk about it later ok?" he said in a sharp voice. Harry nodded sharply and turned and stalked up the stairs the other teenagers following him. Braedon was surprised to see how all the others seemed to follow him like a leader maybe Spirit was as powerful as the king said.

He turned back to the wizards and folded his arms across his chest.

"Are we going to get talking or am I going to stand here all day," he drawled in a bored tone his red eyes glittering darkly. The head wizard nodded and turned his back to Braedon and walked to an adjoining room, which was the kitchen. Braedon snorted. It was a fateful mistake to turn your back to a vampire. He could easily throw a dagger and stab him in the back, literally though not metaphorically. Braedon shook his head at the stupidity of the wizards and walked after the old man dropping down in a chair and crossing his long legs at the ankle. He could feel the stares he was getting at the back of his neck and he was getting seriously agitated.

"If you have such boring lives that you find me interesting then more fool you but if you value your lives I would turn my head and never stare this way again," he snapped causing the watchers to flush and turn away and to face the white haired old man. Braedon turned to him with one eyebrow raised. Was it legal to wear that much purple?

"Now Braedon," Dumbledore started but Braedon rose a hand.

"Look wizard I am much older then you and I deserve respect I only allow certain people to call me Braedon and none of them are you so you will refer to me by my other name Massacre do you understand?" he said sharply with a authoritive tone. Dumbledore nodded after a few moments of thought then resumed to what he was saying.

"AS I was saying Massacre we want to know what is your connection to Harry Potter?" he asked. Braedon raised an eyebrow as if asking what stupid question was that.

"We are friends plain and simple," he stated.

"YOU LIAR!" Remus shouted jumping up.

"Oh really and what is our connection please tell me for I would like to know if I've been disillusioned," Braedon replied smirking at the flustered look Remus had.

"You're, you're…" he stammered.

"We're what. Please wolf I didn't think that you or your species would be embarrassed. Now tell me unless you are a coward what is the connection me and Harry are supposed to have," Braedon stated slipping over Harry's name. It felt foreign on his tongue.

"You know what the damn connection is!" Remus hissed.

"I'm afraid I don't."

"You know full well that you are his master and he is your slave," Remus said through gritted teeth causing the other wizards to stare sharply at him.

"Oh well done you finally said it but I'm afraid you would be wrong but please do tell me how you came to that conclusion," Braedon lied smoothly.

"No. Remus we do not have time for this. Now Massacre you have stated that you are Harry's friend but due to my knowledge of the vampire realm it is stated in the laws that a vampire can not befriend a numa am I correct?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes you would be correct."

"Then if that is the case how can you and Harry be friends?"

"Well, I am close to the king and when Harry was taken the king didn't know what to do. I was there so he decided I would look out for him. At first Harry and me didn't get on at all but we are firm friends now. We hide beneath a pretence of slave and master so we don't get killed by the other vampires," Braedon stated. He had always been a good liar and this was proving it.

"Oh and what are you doing back here then?" asked a sallow faced man that Braedon instantly thought of as a vampire wannabe.

"Harry was missing his friends and we decided we wanted to take a break from the pretence of master and slave so we came back and we knew that Harry had to have his schooling after all," Braedon drawled not once looking away from the black haired, sallow faced man.

"Mm I suppose you know about the situation with a dark lord in our world," Dumbledore asked.

"Naturally after all we have to know everything about all the other worlds out there," Braedon replied and from then on a boring talk of Voldemort ensued and many a time during the meeting Braedon wondered what his numa was doing.

After Harry had stormed off upstairs he had gone to the room that he knew had belonged to Sirius. Memories flashed before his eyes as he remembered, and silver tears fell from his eyes. He then fell to his knees.

"Sirius why did you have to leave me? I'm so sorry I got you killed," he cried out in despair. He heard footsteps behind the door and quickly brushed at his eyes though he didn't move from where he was kneeling. The door opened and the heads of four red heads and brown haired bushy girl looked through the crack. They all had pitying their eyes as they saw the distressed figure of their friend. They slowly opened the door and walked into the room sitting around Harry offering him silent comfort. They said nothing and all that could be heard was the breathing of the teens until finally after fifteen minutes Harry spoke.

"You know I used to think that being alone was the most hurtful thing in a world and I thought I would forever be a freak then I went to Hogwarts made friends found Sirius and then I found out that I have be deluded. The most hurtful is not being alone it's seeing people die in front of you because of you, seeing their faces as they realise they are going to die and you are not going to do anything to help them. It doesn't hurt being considered a freak all the time it hurts knowing that people died because of me and I've learnt that it hurts being alone after you have had a family, people loving you and feeling for once that you're not a freak that you belong somewhere but now I've learnt that I don't. Everywhere I go, people I meet die because of me," this was all spoken in a low broken whisper causing the girls and boys alike to have tears in their eyes.

"Harry you aren't alone, you have us, you have the Weasley's, and you have Remus. You will never be alone Harry," Hermione stated. Harry turned furious eyes on her causing her to shrink back in fear. She had never seen that look in his eyes before. It was the same look that other guy, Braedon, she thought his name was had held when he looked at Remus. Why did Harry seem to have a fire in his eyes?

"No Hermione I don't because you all leave me every summer to go to your families, you all have somewhere to go when it gets too much, you never have the risk that the people you meet will die because of you I do. I have no one, I've learnt that so maybe you should just leave me alone," he ended in a dull quiet tone. The others looked at each other.

"Harry," Ron started.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry screamed standing up and a sharp wind started to blow through the room. Harry faintly noted that it seemed just like the time in his third year with Aunt Marge but he was too far gone in his anger.

"None of you understand do you? You all think oh don't worry he'll get over it but I won't, I can't. How can I get over something that I helped cause? How can I get over the fact that I killed my parents, that I killed Cedric, that I killed Sirius? I can't that's the truth and don't tell me that I'm not alone because I am. I see it even now how far you distance yourselves from me. You don't notice it but you do. You are self consciously trying to keep yourselves safe and I understand that," Harry stated.

"So leave me alone now," he stated in a forceful voice again. The teens looked at Harry and sighed.

"Harry please if you would just open up to us," Ginny tried putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

The next thing she knew was she was being repelled away from him and against the wall. The others looked at Harry in fear. He was breathing hard and his fists were clenched.

"Harry what did you do?" Fred gasped.

"I said leave me alone!" Harry shouted again. The sharp wind cutting at their skin. They all shouted out which gained the attention of the order members and vampire down in the kitchen. One look at each other and they ran up to where they heard the shouts and screams. Braedon was concerned he knew it was Spirit causing the damage and if that was true it could jeopardise their position. He ran to the room shoving the door open. The sight that met his and the other order member's eyes was something they wouldn't forget again.

Lying against the far wall was Ginny Weasley with blood trickling from the back of her scalp and her mouth. Cowering was the people who had fought death eaters, they were all whimpering and tears were pouring from their eyes and there standing in the middle of the room was Harry. A wind blowing all around him and glittering green eyes, as green as the killing curse were staring harshly at them not really seeing them. Braedon looked shocked at the numa and looked at the destruction. This proved it the numa was an idiot. He was going to kill someone if he wasn't careful and then Voldemort would take over the vampire realm. He ran into the room dodging the furniture that was being blown about. He got to Harry and then shoved him to the wall with his left arm against his throat restricting the air he could get. The green eyes though didn't seem to notice and Braedon could tell he was too far-gone in his anger. This was why the vampires never took wizards they were dangerous and could easily destroy their realm if they ever got angry. Braedon tried to recall what he was told.

'To get a wizard out of their anger one must make them suffer from pain it is the only way to bring them back," Braedon was glad that that was the one lesson he had ever paid attention in, back when he was 100 years old. He could feel the wind becoming sharper and sharper and he knew Spirit was getting angrier.

"I want to be left alone," came a cold, deadly voice. Braedon looked down at Spirit to see him looking up and though Braedon was pressing tightly against his throat it seemed to not bother him. Braedon knew what he had to do and smirked. It was time he teach the numa a lesson. He bared his fangs and for a moment a glint of recognition shone in the green eyes but was soon gone. Braedon heard a body hit the floor and a scream and he knew he had to stop it if he was going to stay here. He struck biting down sharply on Spirit's milky skin. Spirit screamed a blood-curdling scream waking up from his anger causing the wind to stop. The other wizards in the room looked up and saw Braedon pressed against the shorter boy and was drinking from him.

Braedon pulled back to see Spirit was back to normal and was breathing hard.

"Why the hell did you drink from me?" He screamed. Braedon though said nothing he just smashed Spirit against the wall making him see stars.

"You stupid numa. Did you really think that you would get away with that little trick? You could have destroyed everything was that what you wanted. You already got your little mutt killed, and that boy who else are you going to kill," Braedon hissed sharply. He saw the fire seem to die in the numa's eyes but he was too angry to care.

"Is that what you wanted to kill them all?" he asked. The numa shook his head.

"When I ask you a question I expect you to reply," he ordered. The numa looked up sharply and Braedon saw disgust in the eyes but was soon covered by emptiness.

"Yes master," he spat. The wizards looked at them sharply and they all covered their mouths all in fear and pity. This young sixteen-year-old boy was a slave to a vampire.

"Good now you will clean everything up before training and if you don't I will punish you do you understand?" Braedon commanded. Harry still remembered what Giolla had said and nodded.

"Yes sir I understand," he replied mutely.

"Good now get on with it. I am going to go back downstairs with the other wizards," and this he spat out as if he couldn't believe he had degraded himself to spending time with such pitiful species, "and when I come back this room better be perfect," he growled.

"Yes master," Harry spat again. Braedon nodded giving Harry's neck a final squeeze and then he stepped back. Harry sank to the floor weakened. Braedon gave him one look and then bent down to his ear level.

"If you ever think to do that again then I will make you my blood slave and believe me that's the worst thing in the world," he hissed sharply. Harry looked up at him confusion showing clearly. Braedon bared his fangs and grazed them over Harry's neck who in turn shivered from pain. Braedon smirked.

"I'd put a poison in my fangs to make you willing to do anything to please me and I mean anything," he whispered Harry looked up with fear in his eyes understanding that statement. Braedon nodded showing what he meant then turned and stalked out the door the other wizards following him like puppy dogs. Everyone left him alone, including his friends and when alone Harry cried. He couldn't understand why it was always him what did he ever do to deserve this. He started to clean the room like he was told to all the time crying his eyes out and feeling disgusted at him for being weak.

Downstairs in the kitchen Braedon sighed. He didn't really care about what they were going on about all he cared about was keeping his home safe. He also felt pity for the numa and knew he maybe shouldn't have said that. He shook his head. What was he saying? He, Braedon also known as Massacre, was the most feared vampire in all the realms and he had no emotions and now here he was worrying over a damn numa. He pulled a hand roughly through his hair and rubbed tiredly at his eyes.

"Massacre what happened with Harry?" Dumbledore asked worry evident in his blue eyes.

"Easy he became angry so he became a danger. If I hadn't of calmed him down then this place would have been destroyed," he drawled.

"Oh yes you really calmed him down by biting him and making his scream," Remus muttered disgustedly.

"You don't understand wolf. The only way to get a wizard out of his anger is to make him feel extreme pain inside and out. The only way to do that is to bite him and that is what I did. You should be thanking me otherwise you're little saviour would have been a killer," he stated standing up his eyes glittering dangerously.

"Remus sit down. Massacre will it happen again?" Dumbledore asked. He was worried he had never seen anything like that before so he was at a loss with what to do.

"Most probably if he gets angry," Braedon shrugged he didn't care; wizards deaths were of no concern to him. The more the better he'd say.

"Well then Massacre you must stay with him!"

"What?"

"You must be there to make sure he doesn't get angry."

"Fine," Braedon stated. He saw all the shocked faces on the wizards and knew that they had expected him to fight more but he didn't. This worked out to his liking because then he could train Spirit or Harry as they called him and could make sure Spirit didn't have any more visions. He stood up and walked out the door without saying anything and went back to the room he had left Spirit in. He opened the door and found that Spirit had cleaned the whole room like he was told.

"Spirit you did well," he stated shutting the door behind him.

"I'm so glad it meets to your approval," stated a very pissed of Spirit. Braedon grinned.

"And what has you so pissed then?" he asked going to the bed and sitting on the edge. He swung his legs up and leaned back on his elbows. He watched as Spirit came out of the bathroom with puffy red eyes.

"You've been crying," Braedon stated.

"No I haven't I got soap in my eye," came the sharp reply. Braedon shrugged if he wanted to act like that then so be it. He didn't really care. He looked out the window and saw that it was getting dark already. He didn't realise that they had arrived here at lunchtime and due to all the activity the time had passed quickly.

"Look Spirit unless you want to be tired for training tomorrow you had better get to sleep," Braedon stated laying back on the pillow and crossing his legs at the ankle.

"What there's only one bed," Spirit stated.

"No really I thought that there were two. I know there is only one bed and unless you want to sleep on the floor get over here and go to sleep. I'm not going to jump you. Sorry but I wouldn't lower myself to a numa, a wizard at that," Braedon spat. Spirit took an angry glance at Braedon then raised his head and walked over to the bed. He slipped under the covers and stifled a whimper it still smelt of Sirius. Braedon sighed and looked over at the whimpering numa.

"What's wrong with you?" he snapped.

"Nothing," came the sharp reply. Braedon sighed again; he seemed to be doing that a lot lately since he got tied with the numa.

After half an hour the numa had fallen asleep and Braedon stood up from the bed smiling slightly at the site that met him. Spirit was tucked up in the covers with only his tuft of hair showing. He put a hand on the side of Spirit then turned and walked to the window. He opened it and sat down on the ledge his long legs hanging over dangling metres from the ground. If he was human and had fallen he would have died. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up. He breathed deeply missing his home.

flashback

A two hundred year old Braedon was walking through his manor home wondering where his father was. His hair was long down to the small of his back and swung as he walked. He walked with arrogance and looked at all the pictures of his ancestors noting the same red eyes and dark hair. He looked exactly like them all except for one thing. Their fangs. Whilst theirs were short and clumpy his were long and curved like an animals, which had caused him to be called a freak during his one hundred years of school. He continued to walk through the long corridor the candles making his shadow look like a demented demon. He came upon his father's office and knocked on the door. He was soon told to enter and there standing by the window was his father with short neck length black hair and deep red eyes that had seen many things. He was wearing aristocratic clothes and Braedon saw the disapproving glance he gave his clothes. Braedon bowed.

"You wanted me father?" he had asked.

"Yes you will be fighting with the army to take over the demon realm do you understand?" his father ordered.

"Yes father."

"Good now get going," Braedon complied with the order and walked out of the room seething with anger. His father was always ordering him about. Do this do that! He had had enough and he was glad he was going in the army at least then he got away from him.

The sequence faded and now Braedon was standing on a battlefield. By the side of him were vampires all wearing grim determination on his faces and in front of him for as far as the eye could see were millions upon thousands of demons. Soon the war started and Braedon was slashing and biting, and cutting and killing millions of demons. Soon only a few demons were standing Braedon noticed he was the only vampire standing except for a cowering general. Braedon imagined them to be his father and he slashed at them gouging out their eyes, cutting off their tongues, and making sure they wouldn't be able to be resurrected. When he returned somehow people had found out about what he did and he was regarded with fear and also pride. He made the vampire race feared again and powerful and he soon became the most feared vampire. It all faded until he was back in his fathers study.

His father was shouting at him saying he shouldn't be in with the king that it should had been him and started to hit Braedon. Braedon though had had enough and killed his father. Laughing all the time.

end flashback

Braedon was so far gone in his memories he hadn't noticed that Harry was getting cold due to the window being open. He awoke and stretched noticing that Braedon wasn't there and looked over to the window. He watched mesmerised by the way the moonlight shone around Braedon as if giving him an outer glow. He shook his head and saw the troubled look on Braedon's face. He stood up and walked over to him laying a hand on his shoulder. Before Harry knew what was happening he was being thrown over Braedon's shoulder and out of the window.

"Ahh!" Harry screamed. Braedon came out of his memories in good time as he quickly caught Harry by the wrist but the momentum caused him to fall out of the window also. Braedon knew that if Harry landed on the floor he would die which meant Braedon would die also. He grabbed Harry and put his arms under his legs and around his back. Harry out of fear turned his head and closed his eyes clenching his hands in Braedon's silk shirt. He waited for the impact of hitting the ground but it never came he peeked open his eyes and noticed he was still in the air. He looked up to see Braedon staring down at him and there were large black dragon type wings protruding from his back.

"Wh-What?" Harry started.

"No Spirit just be quiet and enjoy," Braedon stated softly. Harry looked up confused and was even more confused when Braedon bent his head and kissed him softly on the lips. Harry would have shouted, would have pulled away disgusted but he was so tired it was as if he had been drugged. Before he could examine what truly was wrong with him he fell unconscious in Braedon's arms.

Braedon smirked the poison had worked. He had bit his lip spreading the poison of his fangs into the blood on his lips and he had smeared them over Spirit's. He wasn't in love with the numa and he was seriously disgusted with himself for kissing the wizard but it had to be done. He had to forget about the wings. It was a vampire secret that had to stay secret with the vampires as if the other realms knew then the vampires wouldn't have had the advantage of being able to be airborne and the enemies not knowing where they had gone. His disgust was a small price to pay to protect the vampire realm. When Spirit woke up in the morning he wouldn't remember a thing. Only that he had gone to sleep that's it. He flew back to the room and walked over to the bed laying down the smaller male. He put him under the covers and then walked around the other side of the bed getting under the covers also. He may be a vampire but he still got cold and he still needed sleep. And with that darkness consumed him.

Authors Note: Hey everyone I am so sorry for the long wait. I did my mocks and I got three A stars (they won'tlet meuse the symbols)can you believe it and my lowest grade was a B I am so proud with myself. Yeah and I've also been having a crap life recently. This chapter has to be my most angst-ridden chapter ever but it shows the type of life I've been having with my mum dying but never mind. I have a question was this chapter too fast moving? I tried to keep them both in character. Also next chapter one of them has to be having a nightmare or something so who will it be Braedon or Harry?

Thank you so much for your reviews they mean a lot and I made this chapter longer then the others to make up for the long wait. I might update regularly now, as I needed to get in the flow.

Aly: I'm glad you think Braedon's hot lol I hoped some people would think so.

Feramore: Sort of Braedon is based on my big brother who acts just like him (he really does it's creepy) and he's gay so I had to make this slash.

Anonymous: I know the time in the vampire realm was a bit abrupt but there will be flashbacks and they will be going back so that should make up for it.

Anyway hoped you all liked this chapter please review it will cheer me up! Thank you. Till next chapter.