Almadynis: snoring in her computer chair
Astrid: walks up and pinches the hikari Wake up!
Almadynis: doesn't move, continues snoring
Astrid: grumbles Almadynis doesn't own Harry Potter or the Carpathians. She does own me, Sigurd, Johnatan, and Alanis. She likes torturing us...
Almadynis: wakes up at the word... Torture? TORTURE! Yeah! bonds around the room like a chipmunk thinking up ways to torture her characters and others
Astrid: Oh, dirt. I really did it this time. walks over to a door, opens, it leads to the basement Sorry guys! growls come out, followed by screams Anyway, on to the fic before I give her anymore unwanted ideas.
Dark Norse
Chapter 5
Gregori, Mikhail, Johnatan, and Sigurd flew in their various forms in the direction that Sigurd said the Vampire had gone. He was the only one who was old enough (by thousands of years) to follow by scent. The "fledglings" had to just trust the "Ancient One".
They were getting into the mountian range that the Carpathian Mountains were named after (gee, wonder if the person who named them knew about the Carpathians? ). It starts going down here. Sigurd's voice sounded strange in the other's mind. Apparently he was not used to it and tended to yell his statements. Even Gregori could not convince him he was yelling. They just had to suffer.
Starting the descent, Sigurd kept his eyes and senses on the lookout and scanning all the time, but he did not see the wire. It was right in plain sight, where no one would think to look. And right where someone would fly right into it. The youngest, did. Being only barely fifty in age, Johnatan had not even be exposed to the wire as his father had. He flew in bran owl form, right into the nearly invisable wire that could cut through bone, muscle, and tissue.
NNNNOOOOOOOO! They all heard it, the cry of a mother to her son. Savannah had been watching discreetly and had felt her son's death. Had seen the body of the owl change into the twenty-looking body at the moment of death. Had smelt the blood, tasted the salty elixir as it fell. A grieving mother was loose, and knew exactly how to kill the undead. Soon to be dead. A certain Vampire was going to be dealing with a enraged mother.
Gregori immeadiatly turned around to go back to the house and his wife. He knew that if she actually got to the Vampire, she would not only kill him, she would probably turn into a Vampire herself. Killing while feeding made Vampires, and sharing his lifemate's mind, Gregori saw that that was exactly what she wanted to do.
Gregori thought about the time when his father had told him about the female Carpathians.
"Gregori, now is the time to tell you the most guarded secret of the Carpathians." Jamieal stared down at his son. As he had done to all of his sons, Jamieal took them on his knee when they were very small. Small enough to remember everything, but big enough to acept the responsibility of what he would tell them.
"What is that Papa?" Gregori was only ten years old, but he understood that his Papa was going to tell him a BIG secret.
"Well, a long time ago…" Gregori cut off his father in that voice of the young when they think they know everything. "Is this a story, Papa? Should we wait for bedtime?"
Jamieal almost smiled at his son's innocence, but was stern. "Gregori, what I am going to tell you is very important. Don't interupt."
"Yes, Papa."
"Now, A long time ago, when the Carpathians first came to the earth, they were all women. Fierce warriors who protected the Queen of the Races. No one knows how the first man came along, only that he appeared. But after that, a female Carpathian discovered that she was the lifemate to the male. And she married him the Queen's fashion. After several centuries, when she had many children, a Great Evil came into the land. The men and women fought side by side in battle, but like in all wars, some died. The First Carpathian, for she was called that back then, went mad with rage. Her powers grew in gigantic amounts, only her lifemate could control her in her grief of loosing her children. Then, on the way to his wife, the First Male was killed, murdered. Then the First went out to kill the Great Evil and they were an equal match. But at the sight of her husbands dead body, the First went into a rage and killed the Evil by way of feeding. She had grown even stronger in just a few seconds, gaining the upper hand. But, son, she had killed while feeding, she turned into the First Vampire. The oldest and strongest.
In the years following, her sons Turned also, killing while feeding. But never a daughter. Until, someone killed a son not turned. Then, the Female would kill the oppressor if her lifemate was dead. But if the lifemate died, only God could help the one to get the Female's way. Then, she would Turn while killing the Oppressor.
Son, you have to make sure that if your lifemate's son or daughter dies, you have to restain her. At all costs. Even if you have to make her sleep for years, centuries, it has to be done. Promise son."
"I promise Papa. But, what happened to the First Female Carpathian?"
"No one knows, but it is thought that after so many centuries, she gave herself to the dawn. No one knows for sure though."
Gregori got to the house just as his lifemate was leaving. He caught her in midair. Spinning her around, making sure that even as she kicked and screamed, she was safe and alright physically. Mentally, she was a mess. He could not even make out walls in her mind. Nothing but pure rage. She literally saw red. Nothing was in her mind but killing the Vampire that had killed her only son.
Slowly, painfully, Gregori soothed Savannah, what was left of her, to a calming degree. And then sent her to the peaceful sleep of the Carpathians. Putting her to ground and commanding her to sleep until he told her to wake up. He had one more errand to run.
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Harry was in his office when he felt a presence in the room. In reaction, Dark Harry came out, mostly from fatigue, A male figure stood in his doorway. Just standing there. The voice that spoke was deep, commanding an answer from him, not really giving him a choice.
"Are you Dark Harry Potter or Harry Potter?"
"Yes. Who are you?" Dark Harry slowly reached for his wand which was in his back pocket. Before his hand was even near it, the man was suddenly behind him, taking his wand from him.
"I will not harm you. And you will know who I am soon enough. You are looking for a girl named Hermione, correct." He made it a statement.
"Yes, do you know where she is?"
"No, but this will help you find her." The man handed him a spiral bound notebook. Then, the man wasn't there. Harry, for he was Harry by then, figured that he had Disaparated. Then he remembered that you couldn't Disaparate on Hogwarts grounds. So, how did he leave without even a color trace?
Harry looked at the book in his hands. A name was scraled at the top right hand corner, "Johnatan". Who was that? What did he have to do with Hermione? And who was the man? Harry started to read the notebook. Harry read on into the night, not stopping until the light turned pink on the horizon. Harry learned a lot that night.
Almadynis: sleepily Well, that is it. At least for now. But, I am going on vacation until April 6th, so don't expect anything until then. I have no clue if I will be even near a computer.faints from exahustion
Astrid: catches Almadynis and starts dragging her to her bedroom for some much needed sleep Oh, and yes she was up all night. blows raspberry Catch you later all you reviewers. you had better review or else.