Aria of Discord
Disclaimer: I don't own Castlevania, nor do I own Harry Potter… I wish I did though, because Lily would be alive once more, and she could be committed to fucking her son… though that is merely something which came from my mind at the time I was very sleepy…
Oh well, let's get on with this…
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Grimmauld Place
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He could look at the ceiling for a long time, he concluded as he looked at the elaborate carvings on the ceiling, thinking about a lot of things, things which would make it very strange for his body to make sure that there would be a sense of normalcy around him. at the moment he was busy sifting through the memories of Dracula and with a mere thought he heard the presence of someone outside the room, making him turn from a slightly drowsy state into a high alert state. He got up from the bed and walked to the door, intent on making sure who it was. With his normal skills, he wouldn't have been able to see who it was, but he didn't care at the moment and just grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, making the door open and he looked at the woman who tumbled before his feet, her bubblegum pink hair slightly messed up by the meeting with the floor.
"What do you want?" he asked, looking at the woman, his eyes looking slightly creepy as they glowed in the light, making his appearance be that of Lord Voldemort, save the blood red eyes, which weren't there, until he had assumed his Dracula form. The feeling of the pulse from the woman on the floor made him lust to just grab that slender neck of her and lift her to his level and then put his lips to that neck of hers and then start sucking on the artery located there and make sure that it was all gone. He looked at the woman and she got up shakily, and he extended a hand to her, looking at her still with his eerie gaze, which sent goose bumps up her spine, making her shiver slightly as she looked into those green pools, filled with something that couldn't be called hatred, but something else. "What I want? You're supposed to come down for breakfast., Dumbledore has said that you will need to go back to the Dursleys soon."
Harry's eyebrows creased for a moment and he grinned softly and said; "Very well then… then arrest me for murder because I am going to slaughter those filthy humans… or even better, those pigs…" she looked at him, seeing the murderous expression on his face and then sighed: "Is it so bad that you'll kill the muggles when you return?"
Harry nodded and said; "Well, they did take care for me for some time, but well.. It's not like I had a nice time with them. I want to rip out their spines and force them to eat them, making them choke on them and then kill them by slicing out their innards and then making sure that they burn to death…" he chuckled eerily and then looked at Tonks and shook his head, as if to clear the bad visions away. "I'm sorry Tonks, I think I'm channelling Voldemort a bit…" he looked at her and sighed deeply., looking like a normal teenager once again and then followed her to the dining room, where Ron and Hermione were already, eating a calm breakfast. They sent him a few surprised looks and then said; "Hi there Harry/mate. How have you been with the muggles?"
"The creatures you refer to as my… relatives will be terminated the moment they do anything against me." He replied snappishly, his eyes looking slightly red in the morning light which trickled in through a window.
"Harry James Potter! How dare you say anything like that about your relatives. They might not be the most understanding muggles, they still took you in!" Harry looked at Hermione and then smiled in a most peculiar way: "Would you please explain to me why I was living on scraps and inside of a cupboard for 10 years, Hermione?" she halted and looked at him and he smiled softly and then said: "Well, let's eat…"
He noticed a goblet appearing where he sat and then looked up to see Lupin grinning at him and he looked at the goblet and then lifted it to his lips, taking note of the red liquid within it and then drinking it.
The moment that the liquid hit his lips, his eyes went wider and he choked on the first gulp, the liquid running down his chin and neck. When he had drank the goblet dry, he looked at Remus and said: "You did that just to spite me, didn't you?"
The older man smiled slightly and said; "I couldn't resist… So, did you like it? Tonks volunteered to be the donor." Harry grinned and said; "I'd much rather would have it straight from the veins, that way it still has that lingering essence of her in it… Though it was considerate of you, I'm not a vampire. So next time, I'll drink it again, but then spit it out all over your face…" he looked at the man who smiled softly but then shook his head and said; "Look at him Tonks… he didn't like the blood you donated to him… seems like little Harry isn't much of a vampire, like you feared he was…" the woman looked at Remus and punched him in the shoulder, making the man laugh, and Harry continued with his breakfast, drawing the stares from Hermione and Ron, who were watching him. "Now you are watching me eat? What's with you guys? Relax."
Instead of relaxing, the room grew tense and Harry muttered something under his breath and Ron coughed and said; "Mate, there is something you should know… me and Hermione… we're dating…" Harry didn't look at them but looked at the table, at his food, which were a few sausages and then said; "That's nice…" he didn't really have any lust to eat anymore, wanting to do something other then just lazing about, doing nothing. He was a powerful child, with a powerful soul, and the memories of Dracula. A throne repeatedly appeared in his dreams, with the urge to sit on it, a statue of the virgin Mary behind the throne.
He looked at the couple and then slowly grinned and sank his head onto the table, feeling a sleepiness come over him.
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Once it cleared, he watched how a throne appeared in midair, looking like it belonged there and made him very curious as to the meaning of it. On it sat a white-haired man, looking in his late twenties, with black clothing with a black cape with blood red colours in them and some gold decoration. "Harry… it has been time that I unveiled to you as to who I am. I am Dracula, Lord of Castlevania and a vampire…"
Harry nodded slowly and said; "I got the impression from your memories… so, what do you want?" Dracula shook his head at the impudence of the youth and then said; "Such impudence… oh well, let's just give it a shot then." In a creepy voice he began to speak, which was exactly like how Snape used to conduct his speeches about potions: " Harry, I have been in your soul since the time that you were born, having been defeated by those accursed Belmonts at that exact time you were born." Harry nodded and then shook his head; "You should talk a bit lighter, somewhat less solemn, and you'd be a perfect Potions teacher to replace Snape... Only you will kill people when they do something wrong…"
Dracula groaned and said; "In essence, I want you to merge with me once you sit on the throne of Castlevania. The castle will the recognise you as its master, and thanks to the fact that you will be its master, you can order it to make sure that there will be changes to the décor, to make it harder for the Belmonts to come inside and kill you." The feeling that there was something important hidden from him presented itself to Harry and he looked at Dracula, who was looking at him with glaring red eyes, which seemed to pierce his skin and look into his very soul. "Why was I selected to be your reincarnation, not Neville or even Draco Malfoy?"
Dracula grinned at that question and then sighed deeply as he would have to explain his motives fully… but he had all the time of the world to do so. "I had no other choice., the stone that I have possession of, the Crimson stone, is able to send me to a new body, though I don't know whose body it is. If I had known that you had Belmont blood in your veins, I would have done anything to make sure that you would be dead, and I'd have another body to go to. But well, since you are a Belmont and will inherit my powers, why don't you make it harder for your relatives to come to you to kill you, if they wanted to kill you anyhow?" Dracula was just offering a suggestion to Harry, having conjured this world up in a dream of Harry so he could have a talk with the youth. It really was important that there was a good connection between Harry and Castlevania, because otherwise, Castlevania would seek a new master, and that would be quite disastrous.
"Harry, I want you to distance yourself from your friends and look for a book which a friend of mine, Salazar Slytherin hid in his Chamber. You would need to be a parseltongue to enter, though you fit that requirement pretty well. Hogwarts has the book needed for the final incantation which will summon Castlevania." Harry was taking this in stride, seeing that Dracula was acting weird towards him and then he sighed deeply: "So I am your reincarnation, and you want me to fight my family to claim your power and become you, so I can make sure that the world will have an age of darkness? Sounds like fun…"
Dracula's eyes narrowed and then he said; "Harry, snap out of it. You are acting weird because all the enchantments on your body are making you behave in a way that is not you. With my power, you can shatter those things with ease, as well as be able to do whatever you wish. Didn't you see my castle in the sky? And didn't you know that since it is the full moon, that Remus was taking a risk by seeing you and probably transforming into a werewolf. The feeling of the darkness that you radiated gave Remus the power to shift into his werewolf form at will…"
Harry's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists as the haze over his mind lifted and he looked at Dracula, his look very cold. On the outside perspective, his face scrunched up in anger and Hermione looked worried, while Ron tried to tell her that it would all be alright.
"Very well… I only have to sit at your throne to get your power?" Dracula nodded and Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again and said; "Very well, anytime I should summon Castlevania?" Dracula looked quite serious, before he smirked, seeing the serious look mirrored on Harry's face now and then said; "You can summon it when you are at Hogwarts, but the night before Christmas should make enough of an impact on them, since it is a full moon and with the castle being only really visible when the moon is full, it shouldn't be too hard to summon it. I sealed it in the full moon, to hide it from people wanting to steal the treasures inside, namely the lance with the blood of Jesus Christ on it, the Claimh Solais, the holy sword from Ireland, the Balmung, a sword that was used to slay dragons…" Harry nodded and said; "Alrighty then… now I only need to act in front of Hermione and Ronald and I should be fine…"
Dracula shook his head; "Of course you will be fine. But I would recommend you call him ron, instead of Ronald, since that would attract undue attention." Harry nodded, saying: "Ronald, Ron, whatever, as long as beavertooth doesn't complain about me falling asleep, I'm not going to expend too much energy…"
Dracula nodded and then began to go back into Harry, making Harry briefly feel Dacula's clothing on his body, before the man melted into him, a weird sensation according to Harry, but making Harry wear the same clothing that Dracula wore. Harry looked at the throne, just seeing it and being compelled to sit on it. He sat down and as soon as his ass touched the stone, he awoke, looking at Hermione, who was busy looking after him, muttering something about a waste of time and then he shook his head, looking up to Hermione and said; "Sorry about that, Hermione, I was a bit tired, I guess…"
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She looked at him with a hint of disapproval. "Harry, people don't fall asleep when one is busy eating breakfast. It is bad form!" Harry was about to retort with calling her a mudblood and a know it all, but he restrained herself., the loathing that welled free within him was too much to bear and his temper was now finally unleashed. His power could be felt through the room as his clothes actually seemed to ripple a slight amount, coupled with his eyes narrowing dangerously and his hair being slightly ruffled.
He looked at Hermione, about to give her a retort which would be quite crushing to the girl, until he felt something nagging on the back of his head, as if compelling him to look at something.
There was a portrait of a dark haired woman on the wall, which seemingly hadn't been there. It was a woman in white, who looked at the world with a serene calm. He glared at the feeling of serenity that she sent out and the woman in the portrait looked up, her eyes widening as his magic battered the painting and she began to sniff, her eyes closing and tears of blood beginning to come out of the closed eyes, trailing over her robe and onto the floor. Tears were shed more and more, and two red trails came on her cheeks, continuously crying at the sight of him, and probably going to cry much more afterwards.
He looked at the portrait, a sadness filling him up and he could hear Hermione gasp and look at the portrait. "Isn't that a portrait of the virgin Mary? How could she be crying? She isn't supposed to cry. I have read about the paintings made about Mary who blessed them with a sense of calmness to everyone within the vicinity. But they aren't supposed to still exist… so how can one still hang here?"
"Why do you cry, Mary?" he asked the portrait and she opened her eyes, looking at him and then spoke, her voice still kind and gentle, like it had been nearly a millennium ago: "Young one, I weep because of you, because of the great evil that you will combat. I weep tears of blood for the one who has forsaken my child, given to me by god…" Harry nodded and said: "Anything I can do so I don't have to worry too much about the great evil?"
She looked at him and shook her head: "It is your burden to bear, child of prophecy. The Warrior of Darkness shall come, and the Belmonts shall be buried in age-old Darkness, Mathias his plea being fulfilled. You are the key to the future, your fight with your grandfather being the key to the battle against the Light or the Darkness…" the words were cryptic, but he managed to plaster a look of confusion on his face: "My grandfather? I have living relatives?"
Mary looked at him and said; "He is the one, the mortal enemy of a great many… just like you, my child… the Darkness perceives you as a threat, yet you do not see it like that… Light, Darkness, it is all that you choose it to be. You are the captain of your soul, the guardian of your very own destiny… I am told by the Father to tell you this, so that Mathias his plea will not come true… My son shall be sent from the heavens to fight against the Prince of Darkness and triumph, or the skies shall weep the blood that Mathias craves so much, the price for his Fall from the Light." Mary then looked sadly at him once more and then froze. Harry looked at the portrait and touched it lightly, testing to se if any reaction occurred. Behind him, Hermione and Ron sat frozen, the revelation of Mary being enough for them to handle at the moment.
"She should not be able to speak… the books say that every portrait was a mute." Hermione's voice cut the silence and a voice spoke up: "So Dracula will return once again…" Harry turned around and said; "Dracula's name is Matthias?" there stood a teenager around 16 or 17 in the doorway, with reddish hair and a small goatee. He looked serious and had an assortment of things on his belt which caught his attention. There was a whip on his belt, a whip which was pretty familiar to him, having been the method of death for Dracula more then once, actually all the time…
"Matthias Cronqvist became Dracula after he had stolen the soul of a vampire a thousand years ago. Now, our clan hunts the night, vanquishing everything associated with him, including the creature himself." Harry frowned at that and said; "Would you hunt a human if he became a werewolf at the full moon?"
The young man nodded, muttering something about it being his duty to kill all dark creatures and Harry scowled deeply and said; "Then I got a message for you. You aren't touching the werewolf that resides here or else I will make it my personal mission to make you and the rest of your bloodline live in a personal hell." The reaction was typical of Harry Potter, though the word usage was somewhat more mature.
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The youth did not reply and a female voice was heard: "Julius let me through! I understand that you want to see that Dumbledore fellow to tell him we don't need to have magical schooling, but I don't think he's in this room." The female entered the room, looked at the occupants and said; "Sorry for Julius his gruff behaviour. He's been quite the grump ever since they discovered that he was a bit too serious and have him forced to attend some classes to give him a more positive mood."
At this moment, Harry was seriously contemplating just making sure that there would be an accident involving Belmonts just so they would be out of his hair, thus making it a pretty good way to make sure that there would be no dissention within the ranks of his new world…
Harry shook the thoughts from his head, knowing that he was starting to think like Voldemort at the moment and then decided that getting to know the girl a bit better would be quite advantageous. "Who are you?"
"Julia Belmont, and this is Julius, my elder brother by a few minutes…" she said, looking at him and being moved by his eyes, which seemed to be made of the most piercing emerald. He looked at her and then began to smile softly and said; "Do you think that Harry Potter would be able to get the public to exile the Belmonts from their society?"
She nodded and Harry smiled softly: "Then I better hope that your brother gets an apology ready. I will not let any member of the people that I consider to be my family die by the hands of someone who does not know them." Hermione looked at him imploringly and said; "He's a Belmont, Harry, they hunt the dark creatures to make the wizarding world a safer place. They are respected for the things they do, and they always fight for the Light."
Harry shook his head and proclaimed, a slightly sarcastic tone in his voice; "Then it so happens that I must be some member of that clan by some sort of miracle, which either of you hasn't told me yet and that I'll be crawling through a huge creepy castle with people resembling Snape about to get my blood from the neck before the end of the year." as fate would have it, Snape heard that...
"POTTER! DON'T INSULT MY NAME!" Snape came into the room from the other door, looking at him with some sort of malice in his eyes and Harry did not even blink an eye at the man and said; "Why don't you just keep your mouth shut Snivelly? I can look into the eyes of the halfblooded bastard that you call Master and kiss his robes every night and even manage a conversation with the snake… You wouldn't have a bottle of a blood test potion called Argentus Heritatus on you, would you?" Snape looked to blow up like a huge blowfish about to go and make sure that there will be an explosion of spikes (played some games in which they did that… Pretty funny games too… I love them) but calmed down once he saw the Belmonts and a sliver of fear became visible in his eyes, which made Harry subconsciously feel a person trying to look in his mind.
Dig your own grave, Snape. He mentally said and then drew the man into his mind, with a recently learned technique from a reliable source ( one of the Patil Twins had given him a book about meditation and withdrawing yourself in your mind was something featured in the book… Never done meditation myself though).
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Severus Snape found himself standing on a misty field, with columns rising from the ground, which came to up his knees, and a structure a few metres ahead. He walked towards it, muttering something about Ignorant Potters and how they were unable to shield their mind.
When he entered the structure, the first thing he saw was Harry sitting on a throne made from the stone which the structure was made, the boy looking up to him, but noticeably different in all aspects. The boy's hair was now a silver colour, his eyes red and bloodshot. A cup of a questionable fluid was in his hands and he looked at Severus with a slight grin on his face and then said: "Welcome to my mind, Professor… Want to have a cup of blood to celebrate this event?" the wall next to Severus opened and a writhing mass of human body parts parted to show that there was something being shoved forwards and a cup was held by a ragged human hand, which looked to be rotting and Severus accepted the cup to see that it was flesh blood and put it to his lips, being surprised that Potter would have such a weird landscape in his mind…
The last time he had been in here, it had been a backyard, where all his memories had been stored in small toys, with labels on them for the memories… now there was this mausoleum with this version of Harry which didn't resemble him at all, offering him a cup of blood of all things…
"It is not poisoned at all… Be welcome to my little sanctuary, mister Snape." Harry's voice was mature, cunning and sly all in once. Harry smiled a deadly smile and hands came from the wall and grabbed Snape by the ankles, before the ground under the man's feet crumbled and then revealed a chasm which had fire in it, molten magma burning at a temperature which made the man heat up a bit and stared at Harry for a moment: "You wouldn't do that to me…"
"You forget that I am the one who owns this place, not you… the pit is your end, your sanity being shred away and you becoming a drooling husk. I am merely a part of Harry, the Seer within his body. Go and tell your master that Castlevania will be visible in the skies once again, and that the Dark Lord has awakened from his slumber after the last defeat. I wish for Dracula to come and kill this shell that I am in, so that Harry will be able to be mine for eternity. He is the dominant personality, but I want to control the body to become the ultimate Darkness. The Count told me through a mental summon, since I am the essence of the Avada Kedavra." Snape nodded at that, being very familiar with Count Dracula, having been an official emissary to the count, days before the count had been killed.
"Then go now…" Snape nodded and was thrown from Harry's mind by the hands. The Harry on the Throne turned back into Dracula, who grinned and then let the scenery take another shape, of an elegant ballroom, in which a woman stood. "Elisabetha…"
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Harry looked at Snape and said; "The potion, Snape." The man scowled and muttered about potters never having respect for him but nevertheless retrieved a potion from his belt nonetheless and Harry looked at it and said; "You sure this isn't poison? I don't trust you." Snape scowled and then dropped another bottle of the stuff from his robes on the table and dropped a droplet of blood from his wrist in it, making it write a list of relatives on the paper which had came from the man's robes.
"If you had paid attention, Potter, the parchment is to record the names of the living family members first and then the ones who are your ancestors… Now do the same." Harry did as was told and dropped a bit of his blood after he drove a nail into his palm into the potion bottle. He looked at the parchment next to his bottle and saw the names:
Albus Dumbledore x Maria Potter-Belmont G. W. Walt (under polyjuice as a muggle called T. Riddle) x Merope Gaunt
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Harold Potter x Elisabeth Belmont Tom Marvolo Riddle x Mary Lestrange
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James Potter x Lily Potter / Riddle
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Harry James Potter -- Jessica Rose Stone
That was the moment that Harry's eye began to twitch like mad and his eyes narrowed. With one scream, one name being called, his fury was unleashed; "DUMBLEDORE!"
The old man would have a lot of explaining to do, just why the hell he was connected to a person with the last name of Stone, who was apparently his sister… he got the mental image of long reddish black hair and hazel eyes…
Oh yes… Dumbledore would be in quite a lot of trouble…
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I wish to thank a friend of mine for inspiring me, and Parselmaster, you were wrong about Alucard's name. His name, as given by his father Dracula., is Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes, which is stated on the Castlevania section on Alucard on Wikipedia. If you don't believe me, go check…
I've used facts from there… I don't own them…
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