Soul Stealer
By: xxlostdreamerxz
Disclaimer: No, I do not own HP.
"Well, well, well...I must admit, I'm impressed."
Without warning, Harry took a step back and launched off a stunning spell towards the dark-haired stranger. 'Constant Vigilance,' he thought warily, as he shot off a couple more spells just in case the stranger managed to dodge the first stunner. After all, so long as he managed to paralyze the stranger, he should be relatively safe...
Harry had no idea how wrong he was.
The stranger raised a slender eyebrow in amusement as he watched five beams of magic shoot towards him. His dark brown eyes glittered with magic as he raised his hand towards the oncoming spells...and flicked them back. Harry watched with varying degrees of disbelief as he watched his spells bounce back towards him.
'Oh shit...'
Acting on instinct, Harry dove behind his trunk which he'd tossed aside earlier that week. Cursing softly under his breath, Harry quickly muttered a quick 'Protego.'
'Boom!'
Harry closed his eyes shut as thick splinters of wood and glass tear through the air - cutting him up in the process. Though his shield charm protected him from the magical backlash, it did not protect him from the various debris that was whipping dangerously about in the air. When he felt the wind start to slow, he quickly shot out from behind the remains of the trunk. It was too dangerous to hide right out in the open when your opponent knew exactly where you were.
"INNUENDO!" he screamed defiantly, as a dark flaming fireball emerged from the tip of his wand. The fireball was small and yellow at first; however, over the next few minutes it began growing in size and power until it turned into a deep deadly electric blue. Harry's emerald green eyes focused on the stranger's brown ones, he felt a small stab of pride when the stranger's eyes widened in surprise.
The Mystic Fireball Curse was a fairly hard spell to cast; however, it was extremely useful in battle. The spell took took extreme concentration and leached away quite a bit of the caster's magical reserves. Nevertheless, risky as it was, it was the perfect spell for Harry. Seeing as how the teen refused to outright kill, the Mystic Fireball Curse was perfect since it would electrify and burn away its victim's magic. It wouldn't kill, but rather paralyze the victim both magical and physically.
The stranger shook his head mockingly. "Stupid boy," he grumbled softly as he waved his hand and dispelled the curse. Much to Harry's shock and disbelief. "Don't you know how to treat a guest?"
Harry stared blankly at the man. "A guest?" he repeated dumbly, and for a second it was all that he could do not to just drop down and start gibbering. Who in the name of hell was this weirdo? "You stormed into my house, shot spells at me..." he said slowly, "...and you call yourself a guest?"
The man frowned. "I didn't attack you," he muttered childishly. "I just reflected the spells back at you." The dark haired man's frown lifted slightly when he noticed that Harry had stopped attacking. "Good, now that you're done with this nonsense," he said with a slightly sneer, "...we can finally get down to business."
"Business?"
"Yes," stated the stranger sternly, as he waved his hand and conjured a few spare chairs. The man walked towards the squishy-chair in the far corner and flopped down before letting out a sigh of content. "Well boy, what are you waiting for? Take a seat already," he said motioning towards the chair in front of him.
Harry bit his lip nervously as he eyed the chair apprehensively. It wasn't like as if he had a choice. The stranger was obviously stronger than him, and could probably kill him without any effort. Nevertheless, he refused to sit so close to the stranger since it would prove to be nearly impossible to dodge any attacks at such a close range.
The man let out an impatient sigh as he ran his hand through his long messy locks of brown hair. "Look kid, the chair isn't a Portkey alright? And I'm not going to curse you, so for the love of god please take a seat already!"
"Move it back."
The man blinked. "I beg your pardon?"
"The chair, move it back," said Harry evenly, as he gestured towards the opposite corner of the room. Seeing that the man hadn't even made a move, Harry growled slightly at him. "Well, 'what are you waiting for' then?" he mimicked, as his lips twisted in a slightly smile. Ever since the previous events at the Department of Mysteries, Harry has had a few...eh...issues...with containing his anger when provoked.
However, much to Harry's disappointment. The man just smiled in response. "It seems you and I understand each other perfectly," he said casually and in a blink of an eye Harry's chair disappeared only to reappear at the corner of the room. "Though I'm not looking forward to screaming at each other across the room," he said with a frown, before shrugging. "...that's the price one has to pay when they wish to talk to an overly paranoid teenagers..."
Said overly paranoid teenager was silently scowling at the man as he sat down slowly. For the first time tonight, Harry stared at the man and carefully memorized his features. The stranger had long dark brown hair that was tied into a pony-tail and his shaggy bangs framed his face in a way that reminded him of Sirus. The man had a pair of chocolate brown eyes that was surrounded by weary lines of age, and from what Harry could see, the stranger looked to be around his mid-forties.
"Please, I know that I'm handsome, but seriously, try to cool those hormones of yours," said the man with an arrogant smirk which widened even more when he caught sight of Harry's disgusted expression. The man smirked to himself. 'Teenagers, boy were they fun to tease...especially that descendent of mine.'
(A/N: NO this will NOT be Harry/Sigurd. That is just plainly wrong on so many levels.)
Harry's lip curled in disgust. 'Disgusting old pervert,' he thought as he mentally shuddered. However, instead of arguing the point, Harry sighed in defeat and asked, "Who are you?"
The stranger smirked. "I have many names," he said mysteriously. "...I have walked the face of this earth for thousands of generations, fought in hundreds of battles of legend, and yet...I am feared above all."
"Are you a vampire?" asked Harry as he raised his wand threateningly, causing the man to burst out loudly in laughter.
"A vampire?" repeated the dark-haired man in between chuckles. "Lad, you give me too much credit. I am not a vampire...though I wish it was the case," he finished sounding slightly sad.
Harry frowned in confusion. The man actually wanted to be a vampire?
"Regardless though, my given name in Sigurd," the man introduced as he gave Harry a curt nod. "And above all...I am also your ancestor."
"..."
"WHAT!"
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A defeated Harry slumped back against his chair, as he stared in disbelief at Sigurd -his ancestor. It had taken him quite some time before he'd actually started to believe the man's story. It was absolutely absurd! He actually had a living, breathing relative...
"Lad, I trust you aren't getting horny on me or anything, right?"
...no cross that, make it an extremely annoying, perverted relative. Harry shot Sigurd a dark glare only to have his ancestor burst out in laughter. Harry tossed his hands up in defeat. The man was simply incorrigible. It took all of his willpower to prevent himself from strangling Sigurd and permanently silence the man.
"Well boy, do you have anything to say?"
Harry pursed his lips stubbornly and glared back.
Sigurd sneered back. "If that's all, I suppose I should get on the move," he said with a delicate shrug, causing Harry's eyebrow to twitch in annoyance. "After all, I am a busy man..."
"Why...?" blurt out Harry before he could prevent himself.
Sigurd blinked. "Are you asking 'why' I am a busy man?" he asked curiously, as if he hadn't been expecting such a question.
Harry shook his head in denial. "No," he said while rolling his eyes in exasperation. "I was wondering why you chose to come now of all times to visit me."
The room fell silent at those words, and Sigurd slumped back against his chair before letting out a sigh of defeat. "Well...if you really want to know the whole truth..." he said slowly, as he closed his eyes in pain. "I suppose I should tell you about my past...and what I am..."
"What?" repeated Harry dumbly. "You are human aren't you?" he asked tentatively.
"No lad, I am not," whispered Sigurd, his eyes still closed in remembrance. "I am worse than the foulest beast to walk this earth, and I have committed sins beyond retribution." The man let out a bitter bark of laughter which sounded more like a sob. "I have cursed my family line..." he glanced at Harry, "Yes, our family. I was a fool to have done what I did, and I had to pay the ultimate price for it..."
Harry froze when Sigurd's dead glaze focused upon him.
"...as will you."
A/N: Yea! Another chapter completed! I think I'm going to have fun writing this story. It doesn't seem...eh...tooo AU yet. Nevertheless, I'm a bit stuck on my Darkly Treacherous story so I think I'm going to update this fic for awhile until some inspiration comes back. P Well, that's about it. Thanks to all those that reviewed last chapter!
SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Deanine
Thank you soo much for the summary! You're definitely talented with words. -
And of course, once again. Thanx to all those who bothered to review!
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