A/N: verisimilitude - I know I make mistakes and try to avoid them. Sorry if it ruined your read but I honestly think they aren't too many or too bad. Besides I'm not forcing anyone to read. Hope you enjoy this chapter better since its betaed.

Virginia Riddle-Malfoy - thanks...again. Gods I hate reposting! Anyway just to assure you chapter 5 is ready and will be posted as soon as I have all the others up. Glad to see you're not giving up on reading despite my reposting problems. :D

Origin of sin

Chapter 3: Back

"Status?"

"2, clear"

"3, clear"

"Good. Proceed as planned."

2 minutes later…

"Suspect located.2 going in."

" 3 reporting. Mild resistance in the back"

" Need help Soalr?1 is getting bored in front…"

"Nope!" came the cheery thought "I'm having fun! Let him suffer! He always gets to make a mess!" he continued sulkily.

Daemon grinned at the mental conversation between his two comrades as he decapitated his last victim…erm…enemy. Soalr was a "devil in a tainted angel's disguise" as Velin had once said. The braided boy may not have been as explicit in his tendencies as Velin who was the embodiment of the warrior spirit, but the long-haired vampire was fire when it came down to it. He incinerated his enemies-quite literally so- as they had found out that 3 had elemental control over fire. He was every bit as vicious as the other men on the team. None of them had any mercy what-so-ever; in fact Deamon had had some trouble overcoming his strong bloodlust at fist. He still was a bit messier than necessary at times and in easier missions but other than that he was the ultimate Blake. He was the perfect weapon, a brilliant strategist and scholar and quite the politician. The midnight-haired vampire was also a sensual seducer and sly as the snake that he was. All in all the three were the dream team of their Clan. There hadn't been a better one in over a millennia, not to mention that Deamon was rumored to be as, if not more, powerful that the Blake Clan leader Serth. Their small group had pulled off more than one "impossible" mission- including the assassination of the Shamt Clan leader 2 years ago.

The population of the Vampire realm was not very aware of what they did or who Deamon really was since he hadn't come from any of the families of the Blake Clan but rumors of how they accomplished some of their missions flew rampant and were you to ask the common vampire- no matter the Clan- about the Angels of Death they would cringe and avoid the subject. Were you persistent and considerably brave /or foolish/ you would most probably be as silently as possible instructed to forget their names and never discuss such matters in public if you value your life. The names Deamon, Velar and Soalr were almost as feared as Voldemort's was in the wizard world. Deamon'a name especially terrified any vampire as much if not even more so than the Dark Lord's did the wizards. Everyone knew the names but the men themselves were an unknown. No one has seen their faces, knew who they were and lived long enough to tell.

Later that night, or was it early morning, the trio finally pulled off their black masks and settled down for a well worth drink in their own privet quarters at Blake manor. They were still covered in the blood they had spilt and the dirt they picked up while ambushing the bastards but neither cared. Comfortable silence ruled over the room as the fighters methodically emptied their second bottle of Firewhiskey. Deamon gulped the rest of his drink and for the first time this day spoke out loud.

"I have to go back soon"

He wore a questioning look and kept out of his partners' minds.

The other two, who were sipping their drinks, lowered their glasses and studied him. Locking gazes with them he spoke again:

"I will not order you to come with me but neither am I going to stop you should you choose to come."

Deamon had no delusions and knew they were having a rapid mental conversation but still he kept to himself- he may be the only one with the power to invade those two's minds but he had no desire to do such a thing. Finally both of them nodded as one and Soalr spoke aloud their decision:

"Where is one- the others are too. We'll follow you Deamon. Never think we would let you go off in the midst of another battle without us."

Seeing the determination, sincerity and loyalty of his fellow warriors 1 nodded one in affirmation.

"Then we need to plan…"

A 17-yer-old-looking Damien Blake looked amusedly around. The steam of the "Hogwarts Express" surrounded him. Shadows moved on platform 9 ¾, but the cloud of the steam-engine train was so thick no normal human eye could make out more than the shadows of parents and young witches and wizards moving around. But Damien was no ordinary young man. He could see, he could smell them, he could hear above the noise of the crowd the thumping of their hearts and the sound of sweet blood moving trough their veins. He signed. Now was not the time for him to satisfy his blood lust. Damien picked his luggage up as if it were a feather and set to find a quiet and most importantly empty compartment. He was lucky in finding one at the back that suited him and settled in. Immediately he buried himself in his latest book.

He was engrossed in "A different study of the Dark Arts" when the compartment door slid open. He didn't look up, but when the door closed he knew the person hadn't left. Since he didn't smell any threat and decided not to bother unless the other person did something other than sitting quietly. He was a bit surprised when a second later he felt the person move closer and a pale hand tilted the book so the other could see its cover-in his realm people preferred to stay away from the dark boy, he just unnerved them with his presence.

"Interesting reading", came a low smooth voice.

Damien's head snapped up to look at the other person. He had recognized the voice almost immediately, Almost because it had changed. It was deeper and more mature now. As expected the second he looked up he met the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. He cocked his head to the side a little.

"It is", he said with his gaze still locked with the other's resisting reading him for the moment.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy" the pale blond said moving back and extending his hand.

Damien looked at the hand then back at the boy. "Why not" he thought "either way I have nothing to lose, only to gain and it was the original plan after all…"

"Blake. Damien Blake." That said he took the blonde's smooth hand and gave it a brief and firm squeeze. Now he took his time to actually look at the wizard before him. He looked to have gained a few inches and Damien was sure that if he stood the boy would be nearly his height and that on its own was interesting enough as Damien himself was 6.3 f, but that was not what intrigued him. Before Draco looked like a child. With his baby cheeks and roundness to his face, his form good but still child-like proportioned he had the beauty of a boy. Now those features had sharpened, his body had changed. What stood before Damien now was a handsome man, which radiated the aura of someone who knew his values and wasn't afraid to use them." A means to an end" Damien mussed.

Draco smirked to himself "Another one falls for the Malfoy charm" he thought. The dark-haired wizard's observations had been exquisitely subtle, but for someone who was brought up to notice even the practically none existent hints in the other's attitude they weren't hard to recognize.

"Strange, I haven't heard of your family's name Mr. Blake. Neither have I seen you at Hogwarts before."

"It would be my first year there, Mr. Malfoy. As for my family's name - you may ask your Father, I am sure he will know it." The Malfoy heir considered the obsidian-eyes man before him. There was something familiar about him, but he couldn't place it.

"I will. What year will you be in? You don't look as a fifth of sixth year. Seven?"

"Actually I will be in sixth. Before now I was trained at home and have missed some of the …lighter…material and need to pick up on some things."

Draco reconsidered the wizard sitting in front of him. "Did he just say that he was trained with the Dark Arts as a major point in his curriculum? Yes, he did. And he knows the proper etiquette to be a pureblood. Now that is interesting. This year may not be so bad after all"

The silvery blond smiled one of his seductive smiles at the raven-haired beauty before him.

"Do not worry, Mr. Blake. You will find that such spells are much easier than the one you were accustomed with. Have you decided on the house you wish to join?"

Damien smirked. He had practically read the blonde's thoughts and he too agreed that it would be an interesting year. Oh, how he loved to play with people and Draco would be a delicious challenge, in every sense of the word.

"Why, the only one appropriate. Seriously Mr. Malfoy we may have just met but do I look like a Huflepuff to you?" He said his eyes twinkling with amusement.

At this Draco couldn't hide his own amusement and chuckled lightly.

"No, you most definitely do not look like a Huflepuff. But still there are Ravenclaw and Gryffindor…"

At this Damien couldn't help himself and laughed. His musical laugh ringed in the compartment and down the corridor.

"Mr. Malfoy it is my belief that I will join the house of Slytherin, the only other option would perhaps be Ravenclaw. I would not fit with the little foolish gryffindors, they are much too naïve for my liking." "Much too innocent too" Damien added under his breath as an afterthought.

Draco had heard the last, but chose to ignore it for now – it wasn't as if he himself was a saint, and filed it for later inspection.

"You say you have not been to Hogwarts, but you seem to have a good idea of what the houses are like"

"I've met people, heard people talking, read about it. They all said and showed the same so I believe my conclusions are correct. And what you said just now proves that once more."

"So it looks like we will be having another bed in the Slytherin dormitories."

"You are a Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy? I guessed you were. Couldn't be anything less"

The praise was intentional and both knew it. Smiling slyly Damien returned to his book leaving Draco to his own reading.

Some time later Damien wondered what had happened to Malfoy's cronies Crabbe and Goyle, but decided he would find out soon enough, once they got to Hogwarts. A few more thoughts on the subject of Draco Malfoy and what should be done to ensure he was in the spider's, or rather the demon's net, crossed Damien "Deamon" Blake's head but soon he was once again engrossed in his book. He had finally reached the chapter on soul curses and mood stimulation techniques. "Last time I read the book it was so interesting. It never hurts to refresh one's memory of the lesser spells…"

The ride itself was relatively peaceful. The two exchanged a few more words but other than that both immersed themselves in reading. Somewhere about 2 hours after they departed from the station the door of the compartment opened to let two others in. One had a long gray braid and the other the deepest night-blue eyes the blond occupant of the compartment had ever seen. They took a second to ask Deamon if the boy was ok in their thoughts and only after receiving information about who the blond was and how much he is allowed to know they entered. The whole exchange had taken less than 3 seconds.

"Hey Daimen" came Soalr's cheery voice" so this is where you are! Who's your companion?"

Seating themselves the two boys made themselves comfortable for the time being.

" I am Draco Malfoy." The Slytherin spoke closing his book a little and facing them "And you are?"

Velin offered his hand

"Velin Ranis. It is a pleasure to meet you" Recognizing one of the vampire families' name Draco was a little startled but didn't give himself away, or that is what he thought but the subtle hints were not missed for the sharpened senses of the three. None the less he shook hands with Velar and repeated the gesture with Soalr Cardan, but this time he wasn't as surprises by the vampiric surname. All the while while introductions were made a rapid mental conversation was being held between the members of Blake's Angels of Death.

"He's sexy. Mind if I cheat on you guys with that one?" Soalr cheeky as ever

"No Soalr but you would have to include me because otherwise well have to decide whose he is the old fashioned way.."

" What? You mean fight "to the death"? Great! We hadn't had a good sparing in a while"

" Why don't we all share as good teammates should and spar another time, hm?" the other two grunted their displeasure- both loved to fight each other and hated to let such a legitimate reason pass but Deamon was the leader and what Deamon said is what the Angels did.

"Good. Now tell me, do either of you sense something different about young Malfoy here, that is after all why I called you in the first place."

Velin was the first to shake hands with the heir.

"Yes, definitely has some vampiric blood but I'm not sure how much. How old is he?"

"I believe he will be turning 17 in November the 13th."

Soalr let a mental whistle

"Yes most definitely vampiric blood and it has the potential to awaken. Further more I believe he will be a daywalker…"

At this both the other boys looked at the blond long and hard assessing his potential while Soalr engaged him in idle chatter about the school and houses. Scanning was not their best ability as it was with Soalr but they were good and now both agreed that 1) yes, the Malfoy heir had vampire blood and 2) he will be a daywalker but wasn't a pureblood Blake and may have some problems with intensive sunlight for the first 100 years.

"So… no more sunbaths for him ey?"

"I don't think he sunbaths all that much if at all V. Look at him! His skin is as pale as ours are."

"True, but can you blame him? I mean sure some tan is nice but it wouldn't look good on him at all!"

"Ever the critic"

"I have a reputation to keep!"

"Right" Deamon snorted out loud getting the compartment occupants' attention.

"Who was the idiot that wrote this! You can't keep them alive if you cut it out! Incompetents!"

And just as planned the three of the team started an old argument about one of the darkest spells in the book and would the victim live long enough to give you his soul energy and unsurprisingly it ended in the same way it had since they had discovered it.

"Fine" mock-snapped Soalr "Next time instead of killing them all take a hostage and we'll experiment!"

"Now, now Soalr, what happened to that cool temper you're famous for? But yes lets. What do you say Dame?"

Deamon glowered low in his throat.

"DO NOT call me that! And yes lets. Next time."

With that he gave the cue for the two to return to their compartment and proceed infiltrating their chosen Houses.

"Aw, you're no fun when you're grumpy! We'll see you when we get there. Bye Draco!" The door closed behind Soalr.

"It was nice meeting you Draco but I'm afraid I have to get back to my own compartment and check if my hyper friend is ok. I believe I shouldn't have given him all that chocolate." he grinned "Have a nice ride. "

After a long moment in silence the Malfoy heir finally decided to ask his questions.

"Your friends are vampires?"

Daemon looked up from his reading "Right on cue"

"What gave you that idea Mr.Malfoy?"

"Their names and call me Draco"

Damien inclined his head a little.

"Draco it is then. Call me Damien and what about their names? Soalr and Velin are perfectly normal names." He proceeded with a sly smile.

"He looks even better when he smiles like that, I wonder how he'll look under me…" thought Draco and Daemon "heard"

"Under him ey?" the smile on his face turned a little vicious like it did when he was "hunting" "We'll see…"

Draco noticed the small change in the dark boy's demeanor but said nothing.

"You know I mean Ranis and Cardan. Those are vampire families."

"Indeed they are Draco. I see you did your homework well there."

" I am a Malfoy. There is little that I don't know"

"Oh, you'll be surprised at how much you don't know Draco, but you will soon find out"

They looked at each other for some time and then returned to their books for the rest of the ride only discussing their reading.

Hogsmeade train station was bustling with activity. Teenagers talking, laughing or shouting at others that were shouting back, it was mayhem.

Avoiding notice Deamon slipped towards the carriages. His step didn't waver as it would have before his time in the vampire realms at the sight of the eyeless Thestaterals but he smiled cruelly in a self-satisfied way. Of course he would see the dears – he rode one back at the Realms. The whole team did when other methods were not necessary.

Said team was following him just as inconspicuously. None of the students noticed when they claimed the first carriage and were on their way before the others even got to the carriage stands. No one noticed…except for one Draco Malfoy that is and he was already curious about the boys who radiated such a powerful aura not to mention two of them were proven vampires of a kind no-one knew existed and discussed illegal ancient dark magics as if it were an every day occurrence.

Daemon looked around the Entrance Hall not really seeing anything but thinking how while in his world it had been 10 long life changing years here a little over a month had passed…

A hand ghosted over his chest on his right. A chill yet hot breath caressed his earlobe on the left and a whisper too low for a human to hear carried in Soalr's melodic voice.

"You think they will miss us if we skip the feast? Me and V are quite …frustrated… with all that fresh blood around and you know how I get if I don't let the steam off …"

Yes, he knew well and if what happened on the train was some indication his friend needed some release soon before going animalistic on them and truth was Deamon won't be far behind. But his cool logic side had taken over and he knew this was one of the most important parts so with resignation he had to answer that that couldn't happen right now but he reassured them that later, once the feast was over, he will make their wait worth while. He knew such a promise would be the only thing holding them back tonight and as expected, with barely a second of hesitation, they both moved away but stayed close still. They waited in the shadows for the first years to arrive. Soalr and Velin knew that if Deamon said it would be worth it, it most definitely would.

The rest of the school filtered trough and into the Great Hall and 2 minutes later a stern looking witch in emerald green robes passed them on her way to the Grand Doors. A booming knock echoed in the hall and she opened the two-winged entrance. A ritualistic handing of the first years from the ground keeper Hagrid and her usual speech later she moved to let the children in the side room. Only then did she notice the absence of the expected transfer students from the crowd of 11-year-olds.

She narrowed her eyes and swept the hall with her gaze. It was a good thing that she wasn't an easily startled woman or she would have probably had a heart attack when three shadows detached themselves from the wall and moved towards her group. Ever the fast to react her wand was out and pointed steadily at them in the blink of an eye.

The three vampires couldn't keep themselves from ambushing the oblivious woman and were greatly amused even if they approved her actions from the point of experienced fighters. Deamon couldn't help but chuckle at his one time professor's antics which reminded him of Moody's "Constant Vigilance". Despite that they stopped their approach. They were amused after all, not dumb. Soalr ever the peace maker spoke first.

"Good evening Madame. Excuse me but aren't you Professor Minerva McGonagall? We are the new students Madame. I and my companions are sorry we startled you but would you be so kind as to give us some directions? We're not sure what are we supposed to do and where to go." the three pulled their hoods down and smiled sweetly at the elderly witch.

Overcoming her shock the professor tucked away her wand and cleared her throat.

"Yes, yes gentlemen. If you would follow me you will be sorted with the first-years. I trust you heard what I said earlier about the Houses?"

At their affirmative nods she turned and led the group of new students to the side room to wait for the sorting.

The room hadn't changed since Deamon's fourth year 11 years ago or 2 in this realm, it really was fascinating to see how nothing has changed here due to the time difference between the two worlds. For Deamon he had been away 10 years of training, fighting his Clan's wars and still here only a month had passed! He wasn't surprised when the ghosts entered but the first-years let out the customary screams and scrambled away from the silvery figures who were chatting avidly, so much so that Nearly headless Nick's head was dangling to the side of his neck as he gesticulated with his hands explaining something or other to the Fat Friar. Behind the pair trough the stone wall drifted the Bloody Baron who paused and gazed at Deamon soon followed by the other ghost who had finally noted the Soul Mage's presence who in turn inclined his head a little in a way of greeting. All of the flowing figures bowed deeply in return, the Gray Lady curtsying and the Bloody Baron tilting his upper "body" forward stiffly then quickly returning to their chatter at the silent command of the Mage.

The two other fighters didn't bat an eyelash –they had seen him deal with the foulest of spirits and bloodiest demons, but continued their conversation about the strategic layout of the castle they had begun earlier via telepathy. Some of the first-years, on the other hand, were looking at him strangely ,though not knowing the significance of the event easily pushed it out of their minds /with some help from Velin's magic/ and forgot about it.

Soon after McGonagall ushered them in the Hall and the sorting began. The three hung at the back of the group waiting for their turn and noted which child went where while assessing the students at the tables.

The line of 11-year-olds thinned and as the last one was sorted into Gryffindor Dumbledore rose and gave a short speech to introduce the three new students explaining they had had home tutelage until now and would be joining the six-years as they had successfully passed the equivalent of the O.W.L.s in their home country - Bulgaria, at Durmstrag institute. Damien was called first.

"Blake, Damien"

He glided up to the stool and sat regally, the Deputy Headmistress putting the hat on his head.

"Ah, welcome again Mr. … Oh, I see… Yes, yes of course Master. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor ? I will. Slytherin? Good luck Master, I will not tell your secrets, be safe." "SLYTHERIN !"

He pulled the hat off smirking lightly and made his way towards the green and silver table his posture screaming power and demanding obedience. He scanned the table for a certain platinum- blond head and strode towards him. The baboons /meaning Crabb and Goyle/ were flanking him as they had in the past but Malfoy wasn't paying them any attention, instead he was following the raven-haired newly-sorted slytherin make his way towards him.

"Hello again Draco" he smiled, though a bit maliciously as he eyed the young man's company" mind if I sit here?" he looked at where Crabb was sitting ogling stupidly at him.

"Please have a seat" Draco replied politely and after giving a more than obviously pointed look at his "bodyguard" shooed him away as he would a dog. Smirking Damien sat across the table from Malfoy and looked around the Hall. He noticed Velin and Soalr at the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables respectively and was satisfied the Hat had done its job. The other members of the Blake hit team noticed him looking and raised their goblets in acknowledgement lowering their chins a little in a submissive gesture. He mentally scowled them for forgetting they were equal and that even if he was the team's leader and had in their realms let them express themselves as they wish, it couldn't continue here or people will get too suspicious. Never the less he raised his own goblet and drank followed by them. Since the feast was well underway not many noticed the greeting and even less had saw it for what it was as had most of the slytherins and he could easily read the question and suspicion in their eyes but ignored it and ate while chatting with Draco about some "interesting spells" they had read. It continued this way trough the feast and their conversation drew some very subtle glances from their housemates, especially when Damien explained to
Draco the "Innocence lost" ritual for which a sacrifice of a willing, pregnant in her 6th month woman or a forcibly taken 6-months-old child were needed to produce the desired effect. His explanation of the gutting made many of the near dining students abandon their meal looking slightly green while he chopped his delicious stake absently and to turn away as he ate a second helping of it.

Later Draco led him to the dorms only to find almost all of the upper years there waiting for him in the dimly lit by the fireplace common room. He eyed them and smiled mock-sweetly.

"Good evening"

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