Aria of Discord
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or something else belonging to that, also don't own Castlevania… just enjoy the story…
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Memory of the Count
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He looked at the sky, feeling lonely and missing that man who had brought him so many happy memories, the doglike laugh which seemed to cheer up everyone's spirits. He touched the whiskey bottle, but drew his hand back as he heard someone apparating close by. He looked at the person, hoping it was not someone who would mother him or do something to that regard.
He looked up to see Tonks looking at him with a saddened expression on her face as she spoke "Harry asked if you would be coming… he wants to see you." He nodded and said "Want to have this bottle of muggle whiskey? I tried getting drunk, but its not working."
He handed her the bottle which she accepted, and he gave her a soft smile before popping away, to Harry.
He appeared in Harry's small room, looking around for the teenager, only to find him slumped on the floor. Giving a small sound of surprise, he went over to Harry to check if he was alright, and when it was confirmed that Harry was indeed alright, he levitated him onto the bed, waiting for when Harry would reawaken.
Harry could feel himself experiencing memories that weren't his own. He looked at the memories and one sprang into his mind.
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MEMORIES
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He watched how a man was with his wife, the wife laying on a bed covered in white, while he looked at her with tears in his eyes. "Matthias… I can't hold on anymore… I love you…" the man's hair was a very pale color, probably white if one wasn't too picky about calling it that way. He looked to be disturbed by that statement and he said "Elisabeth, you can't die, I love you… God will make you better, he has to!"
He looked at his wife, looking at the sad smile that she had on her face and he sighed deeply, making his posture slump as she looked at him with tears in her eyes and with a fading voice said "Sorry Matthias, I just can't hold on…" she closed her eyes as she breathed her last breath, leaving this world, making Matthias look at the body for a few moments before he knelt to the ground, looking at the sky and saying in a wrathful voice "Why god? We had a life of happiness before us… and you take it all away! Curse you! Curse you and your wretched existence!"
He continued cursing god until his voice was hoarse. He looked at the cold corpse of his wife for what felt like forever and vowed that he would become one of the most powerful men alive, greater then anyone before him.
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Another memory came to his mind, of watching how a little child came from a womb. The black and red clothing was present, as was a big cape used to shield one from the winds. He looked at the woman huffed and puffed and he stroked her cheek. "It will be alright Lisa, I'm there for you, and I will protect you to the best of my ability… Can I name him?" she nodded and then heard him speak "Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes shall be his name…"
He watched as the child grew up, teaching him dark magic bit by bit, making him stronger and stronger, the goal being to make his son into a force which would be able to serve him with loyalty in the battlefield., he watched how Adrian struggled with a spell and said in a fatherly tone of voice "We'll take a little break now Adrian. "
"I'm sure I'll get it eventually, Father. No need to take a break." Dracula watched on, as his son tried to conjure up a wall of darkness and failed at it. He sighed and said "just forget about it for the time Adrian. You need some rest and I will not stand seeing you collapse because of exhaustion. Come on, to the lounge where we'll get a nice cup of blood."
Adrian nodded and said "Mother will start asking you to return me to her…" Dracula nodded and said "Your mother is truly an exquisite woman… she reminds me a lot of my former wife, Elisabeth…"
Adrian was silent as they walked through Castlevania not wishing to talk more than necessary, the halls remaining relatively unchanged, however his father used to change some things on a whim, wanting to make some more placed for him to conduct his experiments and such.
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Another memory came to him, which was a whip wrapped around his neck and with a tug, he could feel his head becoming cut off from the neck, the thorny attachments to the whip cutting it off. The agony of being headless came to him and he died, turning his body to ashes, but his spirit was sent into hibernation thanks to the Crimson stone.
He would be revived every 100 years thanks to the power of the stone, or if evil and discord ran through humanity strong enough to revive him.
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One of the last memories that was shown to him was of a battle with a man in his 30s, who looked to be angry at him for something and a faint memory came to him about being resurrected by a cult of men and women who wanted him to be the person to help their Lord, Voldesomething or whatever. The whip slashed at him and he teleported away, looking at the man with blood red eyes.
He sighed deeply as he watched how the man used some sort of magic on him to freeze him, then splashed water on him, holy water blessed by the church… he could feel it bite into his skin and dissolve it, and then felt an unholy amount of power stream through his body at his call. He would let the insolent mortal feel how it should be him that walked away from this encounter unscathed!
He could feel his body changing into a gigantic demonic form, the power of Castlevania and the Crimson stone allowing him to receive that ultimate form, making him feel the power of the stone and the Castle, combined with his own power, making him experience an euphoric feeling.
A huge bat like wing came from his back, his clothing becoming ripped. He was not caring about his clothing, since he knew it would reform eventually with the next resurrection, or he would be able to mend it when he defeated the Belmont.
A draconic face appeared instead of the normal face of the count and there stood a gargantuan dragon, whose claws imbedded themselves deep in the ground, looking at the Belmont.
Three hours later, the battle reached a conclusion as Dracula spewed a ball of fire at the Belmont, who dodged it and whipped his head, causing Dracula's skull to crack, a follow up with holy water and Dracula could feel his body becoming destroyed.
He could feel it traveling to a new receptacle immediately, only to freeze up as a soul already inhabited that body, making him only a presence within the body which could influence the child. the child had barely been out of the womb, but their souls meshed together well...
Immediately he set to work, but nearly one and a half years later, a crashing sound was heard, with the child's parents shouting at each other for making sure that their child, Harry was kept safe.
The proceedings of the next time made him very angry with the wizard who had the gall to fire that Avada Kedavra at him, knowing that it wouldn't hurt him, since Dracula's soul was enough to safeguard against death and the angered Vampire King cast a reflection spell to let the Avada Kedavra reverse direction. The look on Voldemort's face was enough to make him laugh one ghastly laugh, making the child's mouth form into something unnatural. The dark laughter echoed trough the now a phantom wizard's mind for a second before it departed to a safer place to return to power eventually.
Dracula laughed and then decided to help the child to let him return to power… he would start to merge slowly with the child, to give all of his power to him once the child sat on the throne of Castlevania, all of his wisdom, power and wealth would be the child's to own…
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Remus watched as Harry stirred and opened his eyes, only to close them again. He stroked Harry's hair and said "Harry, please wake up." In a soft voice, wanting to rouse the boy from his unconscious state.
Harry opened his eyes to look at the ceiling, hearing a voice which roused him from the onslaught of memories and instantly knew that he had Dracula within his body, his soul containing Dracula's too. He wanted to have power… wanted to have that castle with all its power that it commanded at his whim.
The lust for power was nothing new to him and he looked at Remus and said "Remus, do you love me?" the question made the man look at him and smile and answer "I love you like my own child..."
"Good… Would you still love me if I were, to say something random, a vampire?" he asked, looking at the man's eyes who he asked and he saw that Remus had cast his eyes downwards and then, after some thinking said "Yes, I would still love you, even though you became one of the undead. You'll still be Harry, even though you need blood to survive…"
Harry nodded slowly and said "Castlevania is returning to the night once again, for its master to sow terror and Chaos once again… Belmont's, rally your forces to fight the forsaken one, for he is cunning and sly, his might grows with every new dawn. Hero of darkness, awaken from your early grave, the power enough to give the Lord salvation when he needs it most, or be lost to darkness forevermore."
He spoke those words, hoping for Remus to interpret them as a prophecy and he looked at Remus and said "Did I say anything stupid? I have these small black outs every now and then and they are annoying since apparently I say freakish things to my uncle, who then cuts back on my food…"
"No, you didn't say anything stupid… nothing stupid actually… You gave me a prophecy about the vampire King, Dracula. In history, the Belmont Clan hunts him down every time he is resurrected. You made a prophecy about him, and it would be vital information to the Order. Now, did you want to talk with me about anything else?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
"Why can't you guys get me out of here? I'm getting bored and very annoyed with this waiting for Dumbledore, not to mention that I don't trust him." Remus looked at him strangely as Harry continued "I don't care what you think, but that man has lied to me, put a potion in my food to suppress my magic, my mind was addled by him, he put a form of the imperious on me and countless other things that I WILL NOT stand for! He can take a sword right up his pruned asshole for all I care, but I will not be manipulated anymore!" his eyes had attained a blood red coloration which shone in the room, the moonlight casting a shine on his eyes and he slowly relaxed, breathing in deeply and letting the breath escape his lips. "I am sick of it Remus. So sick that I can't think about anything else then that… he lied to me, betrayed me and possibly tries to send me to an early grave, just to take out Tom fucking Riddle or He-who-must-be-named-after-a-fleeing-death."
Harry was superbly pissed off at the moment and his aura exploded outwards, the entire room being cast into a shadowy existence as the darkness seeped from his body like a mist, keeping Remus grounded on the bed where he had taken a seat to watch over Harry, only to watch as Harry went over to the window and stared at the moon before speaking "Castlevania shall come again and this time it shall be Dracula who shall win, and I gladly will assist him if he kills Voldemort with me."
He looked at the full moon, his aura of darkness looking like the second coming of Satan and then he smiled a grim smile. His mood had darkened considerably and said "Take me to Grimmauld place, let me see what the Order is doing. For swearing fealty to me, you will be spared and shall be granted a place amongst the walkers of the night…"
Harry looked at Remus with glaring red eyes and he saw that the werewolf was frozen, relinquishing his hold on the aura of darkness, as the shadows crept back into their hiding places Harry said "Sorry for that outburst, it's just my dark side coming out… Happens from time to time now, not that anyone notices…. Must be a side effect of the potions which I have been forced to have in my body…" Remus nodded slowly, the information trickling into his mind slowly. He looked at Harry for a moment trying to sort things out before asking "You said something about potions in your body and spells being cast at you to control you, right?" Harry's plan was to totally confuse Remus and then getting him to swear to protect him at all means that the werewolf had. Vampires and werewolves were allies when fighting the Light, surely Remus would join up once he saw his brethren in the castle.
Harry nodded and Remus remained silent, looking at Harry with a thoughtful look on his face and then decided to give up any advanced thought for the evening and said "Anything about that aura? I'm sure that it would set off some wards set around here to detect Dark Marks or dark activity."
Harry looked at him knowing it was very likely for the flaming turkeys to spy on him "Then take me to Grimmauld Place and tell everyone that it is not safe for me here." Remus looked apprehensive for a moment, but he wanted Harry to be close to him, not alienated from him.
"Alright, hold my hand please, I'll double apparate us." With a crack they were gone the moment Harry put his hand on Remus's hand. He looked around to see that they were in Remus's room and then he sighed and said "Is it alright if I stay in your room for now? At least for the night?"
Remus smiled and said "Of course… You can use my bed and I'll transfigure something." Harry nodded in gratefulness and climbed into the bed, looking at the ceiling for a moment before he descended into a deep slumber.
Remus smiled for a brief moment at the peaceful expression Harry got on his face and then decided that he would better inform Albus of the prophecy but keep the fact that Harry knew about some sort of controlling potion in his food a secret. It made him angered that Harry had been manipulated by the old man for so long…
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