I had forgotten to put in the sun had set in the last chapter when Edge woke. Sorry to those that it confused. As for Dante walking around in the sun the animal form gives them more time to walk in daylight than normal, and if you remember Edge gave a necklace to Harry that help him walk in the day too, so lets just say that Dante has one of those.

Bold will be a character in this time talking during a memory.

On with the story.

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Night 13: Dante Part 1 the Black Wolf

"Dante? Who's that?" Harry asked curiously.

"The Sire I haven't seen for 300 years."

"Three hundred years!" Ron gasped. "How old are you exactly?"

"Ron, that was rude."

Edge chuckled. "That's alright Hermione. I'm only 325."

Hermione's mouth fell open in shock and Ron came close to fainting. There was no way, but then again he did say he was a vampire, didn't he? Surprisingly, Ron recovered first.

"If you wasn't a vampire?"

"I'd be dead, but I'm 21 in human years."

"Wow, 21." Hermione said suddenly interested. "How old were you when you were first bit?"

Edge's smile faded a little. "I would have probably been 19 since for every 100 years for a human is like a year for a vampire, age wise."

"Hold on." Harry said blinking a few times. "You mean that I'm going to have to wait two hundred years to come of age?"

"You're of age now Harry."

"He is? How?" Ron asked.

Edge sighed. "Fifteen is the age for our kind. As soon as a human turns fifteen we can bite them."

Okay." Harry nodded. "Now, who is this Dante?"

Edge sat down on the bed and started to casually stroke the wolf's head. "He is a confusing character, but I'll tell what I can."

(flashback)

"I was seventeen when we first met. A party had just ended and it was about 4 or 5 in the morning. I had had a feeling that someone had been following me for awhile."

"Bye Edge." A young girl called while waving.

Edge didn't say anything but waved and walked off. The small town of Antigone had been warned about walking alone at night, but Edge had never paid any mind to it. Vampires didn't scare him, as he believed that if you left them alone they left you alone.

He turned around sharply as something moved behind him. When he didn't see or hear anything else Edge sighed and turned around.

"Don't be paranoid Edge." He said to himself. He looked up to come face to face with another man. "Oh shit." He jumped back, tripped over his own two feet, and fell flat on his ass. Edge looked up at the stranger as he chuckled. "Who are you?"

"The name's Dante."

Edge stood, crossed his arms, and glared. "You're a vampire, aren't you?"

The blonde, shoulder length, haired man grinned showing his teeth. "However did you know?"

"Well let's see, your teeth, pale skin, and your eyes that," Edge tilted his head. ", just went gray."

Dante nodded. "They'll do that from time to time. It means that I'm in a good mood."

"Is that good or bad?" Edge asked nervously.

"For you," Dante moved to lay an arm around Edge's shoulders. "It's a very good thing." He started to walk dragging the black-haired man with him.

Edge struggled to get away from the vampire but Dante just smirked and pulled him closer. He sighed and gave up but he didn't relax and stayed on his guard. After about five minutes Edge started to get slightly bored and decided that he might as well start up conversation.

"So, um, Dante was it?"

"Yes?"

"How old are you? That is if you don't mind me asking."

"I'm 231, but to make it more believable, I'm 22." He added noticing Edge's look of shock.

Edge nodded. "Why do your eyes change color?"

"You ask a lot of questions don't you?" Dante answered with a question of his own with a smile.

"Only when I don't know someone."

"That can get you in trouble if you ask the wrong question to the wrong person. You do know that don't you?"

"Just answer the bloody question would you." Edge growled, agitated.

"Alright." Dante said with a nod at Edge. "Personally I do not know, they always have. Gold when I'm angry or hungry, gray when I'm calm and content. Any more you would like to ask. It's getting late."

Edge noted the urgency in Dante's voice. "Why do you answer every question without hesitation?"

Dante moved away from Edge and turned to look at him. "I want you to trust me."

Edge didn't move until Dante went to walk away. He grabbed the vampire's hand, gasped at the feeling of the cold, clammy hand in his own, but pulled Dante with him non-the less.

"What are you doing?" Dante asked as Edge started to run.

Edge didn't answer and stopped when he came to a door of a small but nice looking little house. "Get in." he said pushing Dante through the door that he had opened.

Dante stood and watched Edge close the door and the blinds leaving only a little bit of light from small candles around the room they entered that had lit themselves when the two had walked in. Edge sat down on a black leather couch in the middle of the comfortable looking room and propped his feet on the table across from it. There was a matching leather chair on the other side of the table, which was a nice color of oak wood. Two red, cushioned chairs sat at the ends of the table. There was a door leading into what looked like the kitchen from where Dante was standing, a hall was behind the couch leading to, no doubt, the bathroom and the bedrooms.

Dante moved over and sat down beside Edge. "Thanks." He said in a casual tone.

Edge got up and moved to the hall. "Don't get to used to it. Your room is at the end of the hall, that is, if you even sleep in a room and not a coffin." He said before he walked out of sight.

"Wait, you let him into your house?" Hermione said.

(end flashback)

Edge finished the glass of blood that Madam Pomfrey had brought Harry and himself before looking over at Hermione. "I did. At the time it was pure instinct. I didn't know what came over me, I just acted."

"Did you let him stay?" Harry, who had moved to sit in Edge's lap, asked licking the blood off of his Sire's lips making his friends grimace.

"Of course. I couldn't find it in myself to throw him out."

Everyone turned their heads towards the doors as they opened and Sirius walked in.

"Sirius!" Harry cried literally jumping out of Edge's lap and running to hug his godfather.

"Hello to you too." Sirius said hugging Harry and looking at Edge. "Can I borrow him?"

"Why are you asking me? I'm not his godfather, just his Sire, so can I come along?"

"Sure." Sirius shrugged. "One more stupid feline shouldn't hurt to bad."

"Now that ain't fair." Edge said as the two ran out leaving him behind. "Watch over Dante for me." He told Ron and Hermione before following.

The two looked at each other. "Okay, leave us with the vampire…" Ron started

"That we don't know…" they both turned and looked at the wolf. "And would rather eat us than talk." Hermione finished.

They passed out in unison.

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Two panthers chased a black dog through the trees of the Forbidden Forest. The white panther hooked a paw around one of Padfoot's back legs causing him to trip and fall. At the same time Shadow had jumped on the white panther which sent all three of them tumbling.

Padfoot crawled out from under the two panthers, stood, and shook dirt from his fur. Thanks you two.

Shadow shook and sat down, his tail flicking all different directions. No problem. He looked over at the white panther whom had one back leg stretched out and was licking the fur. You okay…um…will Piscean work for you?

The white panther didn't look up. It's fine.

A twig snapping caused all three to snap into alert positions instantly. They stood, ready to run or to attack. Piscean was ready to pounce when a huge black wolf, bigger than Padfoot, stepped out from the bushes.

It stood and looked at the three before walking over to Padfoot. He paid no heed to the fact that Padfoot had layed his ears back and was bearing his teeth as he continued over to Piscean and did the same. The wolf than walked over to Shadow, walked around him, and stopped to look the cat in the eyes for only a second before snorting, walking away from the three, and out of sight.

What was that about? Padfoot growled.

Piscean shook his head. I have no idea. He looked around for Shadow. Where did Shadow go?

He probably went back up to the castle, come on. Padfoot took off in the direction of the castle with Piscean following.

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"Where is he?" Harry screamed as Edge and Sirius did their best to hold him down.

"Harry, I have no idea. I had stepped into my office and when I came out he was gone." Madam Pomfrey said worriedly.

Harry looked over at his friends and Hermione spoke. "We fell asleep Harry. Sorry."

Harry yanked free from Edge and Sirius and was about to storm out of the Infirmary when something grabbed the bottom of his robe. He looked back down at a white wolf with slightly singed fur.

Look, kid, calm down all right. Severus is fine, if that's whom you're yelling about.

Harry turned and got down on his knees to look better look at the wolf. "If you know where he's at, tell me."

The wolf shook his head before transforming into a man and pulled Harry up to his feet. "Sorry. No can do."

Harry stepped back to look at the man before him. He wore black boots and low cut black leather pants with two belts. One was through the belt loops on the pants; the other was hanging off his right hip. He also wore a black silk shirt with a long black trench coat, a star shaped pendent shown brightly. His hair was blonde, shoulder length, and his eyes were a calm gray.

"Your Dante, right?" Harry asked the man.

The blonde smiled, bowed, and tilted his head up to look at Harry. "Sure am. Don't wear it out."

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Here's another chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Until next time.

RR