Harry Potter and the Vampire's Curse
By: reviewaholic
Summary: Takes place in 6th - 7th year. Someone or something attacks Harry in the common room late at night, who and why? Shortly after he disappears into the Dark Forest. Will his friends be able to except him after they find out what he has become, or will he be left alone in the darkness? HHr. Please R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own the characters I made up.
Chapter Ten -
Part I
5 Months Later . . . .
Over the past five months Harry had been on the run from bounty hunters. His next stop, since it was summer, was the Weasley's house. Since the Weasley's didn't know he was a vampire (except for Ron), Harry had to make it seem like he was just coming for another visit.
At around 9:30 the Weasley's had just finished dinner and Mrs. Weasley was beginning to worry about Harry, since he still hadn't arrived yet.
"Oh dear, I wonder what's keeping Harry." She said nervously while pacing through the kitchen.
"Mum, don't worry. I'm sure he'll be here soon," Ron said confidently, though in his mind he was just as worried if Harry had gotten caught by a bounty hunter.
"Would you stop pacing Mum, you're making me nervous!" Ginny chimed after another hour and a half of still so arrival of Harry. Before Mrs. Weasley could reply, there was a knock on the door. She rush to it and flung it open. It was who she was waiting for.
"HARRY DEAR!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, happily hugging him tight. As soon as she let him in and got a good look at him, she went into one of her crazy, over protective, mother bear fits. The reason for this was that Harry had clearly been in a 'rumble.'
He had bruises on his face, a cut on his bottom lip, and a deep wound very close to his eye. Not only did he look extremely hurt, but he also looked to be very tired. He was pale and his eyes were blood shot. They of course didn't know this, but he hadn't had a drop of blood all day. This made him very weak and he barely got away with his life, after being spotted by three bounty hunters on his way to The Burrow.
"Harry dear, wha-what happened to you?" Mrs. Weasley asked, while examining his face. Harry tried to think of some sort of excuse for his appearance. He was now mentally kicking himself for not cleaning up before coming.
With in ten seconds, he came up with the classic excuse he used all the time with the teachers he had before Hogwarts when Dudley would beat him up. "I fell," He answered managing to sound casual.
He went to take his seat at the table, and he turned his head to look in Ron's direction.
Ron mouthed to him, "Bounty hunters?" Harry just nodded in reply.
"Harry, you look half starved." Mrs. Weasley said hurriedly.
"Harry what happened? You look like hell." Fred asked.
"You have no idea." Harry replied back.
Before Mrs. Weasley could put any food in front of him, there was a knock at the door. Harry could sense it was another vampire, but didn't know who. Mrs. Weasley went to answer it, and Harry got ready in case it was another bounty hunter.
Before she answered it she asked who it was, and a voice called out, "An old friend." Everyone wasn't sure about that except Harry and Ron, who automatically recognized the voice as Doyle's.
Mrs. Weasley wasn't quite sure about opening the door, but
Harry walked over to her and said, "I know who it is, go ahead and let him in."
Mrs. Weasley trusted Harry enough to take his judgment. She opened the door, and was met by a shaggy brown haired man. "Who are you?" Mrs. Weasley asked as politely as she could.
"My name is Doyle, may I come in?"
Mrs. Weasley still wasn't sure about this man. She looked back at Harry, and he nodded. "Sure, come in." She said finally.
"So Harry, how do you know this man?" Mrs. Weasley asked still suspicious.
This took Harry off guard; he didn't know what to say. Just as Harry was about to speak, Doyle chimes in, "I met him after he escaped a murder attempt on his life. My brother, sister, and I have helped to keep him safe for the past five months." Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were very relieved to hear this. "My brother and sister are coming to continue helping Harry during this time." Doyle explained.
Meanwhile . . .
Faith and Hermione were on their way to The Burrow, and Faith was telling Hermione on how she became a vampire.
"Did you ever find out who they were?" Hermione asked.
"No unfortunately," Faith began. "But I did manage to find out we weren't attacked at random. It was preplanned, someone wanted us dead."
"But why?" Hermione asked to no one in particular. They were left in thought for the rest of the journey
Unknown to them at that moment, they were being followed by something hidden in the shadows.
Back at The Burrow . . .
"What exactly is after Harry?" Fred asked.
Both Doyle and Harry paused before answering together, "Death Eaters."
"But the way you're talking about the situation, it seems more than just Death Eaters." George inquired.
Before the duo could continue, there was a knock on the door. "It's probably them." Doyle told Mrs. Weasley
She opened the door and was met by a woman who was about 28 years old with blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. She also saw something she didn't expect . . .
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Same reason as Harry." Hermione replied almost cheerfully.
"And you are?" Mrs. Weasley asked the blonde.
"My name is Faith," she said with a smile.
"You must be Doyle's sister." Mrs. Weasley said with realization. "Come in won't you?" They both smiled and stepped through the front door and took a seat at the table.
"So back to our first question," Fred started. "What is after Harry besides Death Eaters?"
"Well . . ." Doyle began.
"Could I see you two in another room for a second." Faith said forcibly.
"Sure." Harry and Doyle replied in unison. They went to the living room where they couldn't be over heard.
"What, the hell, happened before I got here!" Faith exclaimed.
"I was just trying to explain why there were going to be three extra people here," Doyle explained.
"Well, now what are we going to do!" Faith asked, but the question seemed more to the gods than to them.
"What about telling them the truth?" Harry suggested.
Faith thought to herself about that one. She furrowed her eyebrows and finally she asked, "Do you think they can take it?"
"I think so, but we'll have to explain fast." Harry said.
"But let's wait for SC to get here," Doyle said. All three nodded to each other and went back in the kitchen.
Meanwhile . . .
SC was slowly approaching The Burrow unknowing to what was watching him on the roof top. (AN: so far we'll call it, 'the figure in the shadows,' or 'FitS' for short.)Just sitting there like a hawk eagerly waiting for its prey. Right at that moment, a little blue bird began to chirp happily. Annoyed, the FitS karate chopped it to shut it up. (Poor birdie) The figure in the shadows let out an evil snicker at their skills.
Back at The Burrow . . .
There was a knock on the door, but this time Mr. Weasley answered it. As soon as he opened it, there was a gust of cold wind. Mr. Weasley shivered and looked from everyone inside back to the door where SC now stood. "Yes?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"My name is Scarecrow. SC for short, may I come in?" he answered.
"Sure," said Mr. Weasley.
As SC stepped in, all in the room had no idea what was above their heads at that very moment. It was above them on the ceiling. Unnoticed, it crawled from the kitchen to the living room.
All the Brotherhood members looked very different after five months. SC had longer hair that was now past his shoulders; he was also now unshaven (Five o'clock shadow.) Doyle's hair was spiked up in every which way, and he was also unshaven (goatee). Faith now had her hair in a tight pony tail and was wearing long black leather trench coat. Harry's hair was still it's unruly self and he wore a dirtied up brown leather jacket. Plus, securely hidden under everyone's coats, was their weapon of choice.
Faith's was a bow and arrow she always trained with. SC was an ancient dagger all the way from Egypt. Doyle's was a mighty battle axe, stained with the blood of enemies long dead. Harry's was a double edged sword to represent the sharp line between good and evil.
"Harry, what's that on your neck!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.
"Nothing!" Harry lied, pulling at his collar to hide his neck. For now he had the Brotherhood tattoo, the horseshoe on the left on his neck.
"So, where were we?" asked Faith.
"We were just asking how bad the situation really is." Fred said forcefully.
"Well," they all said nervously. Faith stepped forward. "Doyle will explain." She pushed him forward and Doyle tugged at his collar nervously.
"W-w-well . . . umm . . . uh SC would probably do a better job at explaining it than I," Doyle said finally. Doyle stepped back to let SC take center stage.
"Uhh, well, you see, uh we're vampires." SC finally said. Harry looked down embarrassed, and the other three just looked anxiously at the Weasleys to see how they would react. Every one of the Weasleys had their mouths open from shock now. Everyone was speechless for a moment, until Ginny chimed in, "This is just too much." She then walked out of the room and into the living room.
On the ceiling . . .
The figure in the shadows had heard everything that was said in the kitchen. This is my chance. They thought. They crawled like a spider and positioned themselves right above Ginny.
Back on the ground . . .
Ginny was about to walk upstairs when . . .
"Ahhh!" Ginny screeched. Ginny barely had time to see the figure before she slipped into unconsciousness. The figure knocked her out by using her thumb and her index finger and placing them on Ginny where her neck and shoulder met.
Everyone in the kitchen heard the scream and went to check on Ginny. Harry was the first to see Ginny and he rushed over to see if she was ok. As soon as he got to her he sensed another vampire in the room . . . he looked up and at that very moment, the figure gracefully landed on its feet, to the ground. They had a long rain coat and their head was wrapped up like a ninja, along with platform shoes. At once, Faith, SC, and Doyle ran up and stood by Harry ready to fight. The figure took off the rain coat to reveal a cross bow and they were wearing a skin tight leather outfit. It began to fire their cross bow, but it was no ordinary cross bow, it shot arrows at an amazing speed like a machine gun. Everyone, on reflex, went down to the ground, but Faith wasn't fast enough and got hit in the shoulder. Faith was not phased and just pulled it out. At that moment, all four of them took off their coats and held out their weapons.
"Get Ginny!" Harry yelled.
Ron went to bring Ginny to the safety of the kitchen, but as he was about to turn the corner, he was shot in the leg with an arrow. He dropped Ginny and fell to the ground and he could not get up. The arrow had gone through his leg and pinned him to the floor.
To keep Ron from being repeatedly shot, Doyle swiped his axe at the bounty hunter and cut deep into their firing arm. It was now forced to use only one arm for firing. Mrs. Weasley came to get Ron out of danger and help stop the bleeding.
It fired fifteen rounds at Harry, but Harry was extremely skilled with a sword, and blocked them all. At this point, Faith was now behind a couch trying to hit the bounty hunter with an arrow dipped in Holy water. The bounty hunter moved to hidr behind a chair, but didn't make before SC threw his dagger that hit it in the sleeve and stuck them to the wall. SC took that opportunity to take their weapon away. He had them by the throat and he took off their mask. SC's eye widened at the familiar site . . . a woman and 20 years old, with green eyes, long wavy brunette hair, and brown freckles (not ginger). SC loosened his grip and took a step back.
"Amanda?" SC croaked. At that moment, she took the opportunity to grab her cross bow and run.
"You know her?" asked Faith.
"She's . . . my daughter." SC croaked.
Part II
Flashback before SC was a vampire . . .
SC was feeling his eight month pregnant wife's stomach trying to feel the baby kicking.
"What do you think it's going to be, Chris? A boy or girl?" asked his wife, Paige.
"I don't know about you, but I'd love a girl." Said SC. His wife had long wavy blonde hair and green eyes.
"Well, as long as it is healthy." Paige inquired.
"What'll we name it?" SC asked.
"How about, if it's a boy, Robert. After my father." Paige suggested
"And if it's a girl, Amanda, after my favorite aunt." SC confirmed.
End Flashback . . .
"How do you know?" Doyle asked running his hands through his hair.
"She has her eyes." SC said simply.
"Do you think she knows you're her father?" asked Faith while drumming her fingers on the arm of the couch.
"I don't - where's Harry?" SC asked looking around the room.
Upstairs . . .
Once Harry saw that the bounty hunter had fled, he took Hermione upstairs to a private room. They were snogging like no tomorrow. This was not like any other of their snogs they had before; this was filled with more lust and passion.
"Harry . . ." Hermione said between kisses.
Harry started kissing her neck to allow her to talk. "Yes," He replied.
"Is that what you've been going through the past few months?" she asked.
Harry stopped kissing all together and said, "Well, I guess you can say that." With that, he pulled her into a hug and said, "But please don't start worrying about me."
"What do you think I've been doing the past five months but worry about you?" she snapped softly, pulling out of the hug.
"Well, I mean more than usual," he confirmed, pulling her back into the hug.
"What do you expect with you being hunted?"
"Well, you saw how I handled it downstairs.
"Ya - but don't think that changes the way I feel," she said with a smile.
Downstairs . . .
"Harry - Hermione!" SC called.
"We're up here!" they both called back.
"Well get down here," Faith yelled, "we have some very interesting information to tell you."
(AN: Hey, reviewaholic's computer was being a bitch, so now it can't stay on for more that thirty minutes she's getting a new one!. So, I, being her best friend, offered to type up the story once she wrote it on paper. So, I'll try to annoy her more about updating faster. Press the purple button! - Ann)