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"Talk"

'Think'

"Parseltongue"

Chapter 27 - Speaking to the Dementors

Harry sat cross legged on the front desk between Draco and Hermione in the DADA classroom. The twins leaned on either side of the door, while Neville sat between Luna and Ginny on the desk behind Harry. Harry's godparents were all in front of them pissed. Minerva was muttering darkly under her breath, Severus was silent with a murderous look on his face, Remus' eyes were flashing amber as he fought to control the wolf in his anger, and Sirius was the one vocalizing his anger.

"What the hell is Dumbledore thinking? Why the hell didn't he put up protections around the school to keep the dementors out? This is the third time they have come after you!" Sirius paced in front of them yelling and ranting, flinging his arms about.

"Sirius it didn't want to hurt me. I don't think they ever wanted to hurt me. I was always the first to attack when I encountered them. The one last night caught me unaware and when I couldn't fight it without hurting mine. It stayed a small distance away and didn't attack. When it did use magic it was also only after I let my own brush against it. It was curious, hesitant. And it spoke a Parseltongue dialect. I couldn't understand all of what it said but it seemed like it was confused. I understood the words different, death, magic, and gift." Harry tried to explain hoping to calm Sirius down.

It didn't work. Sirius threw his arms up in exasperation. "It could have been saying that you were a different magic user that they will eat because you were gifted to them. Harry-"

"Sirius, enough." Sirius shut his mouth at Harry's irritated command. "I am different. I did die. I have magic but even more I was a gift given to my mother by Mother Magic. I have read that creatures can tell those things. I really don't think they will hurt me."

"They killed you once." Severus spoke up for the first time. Harry understood where they were coming from. He did. His Pack had felt aand watched him die. There wasn't anything he could do about that but at the same time, he was here. He was alive and he wanted answers.

Harry nodded to his point. "It did, but I don't think it did it on purpose. I have been thinking about it all morning. On the train its magic wasn't trying to hurt or kill, it was trying to detain. It was trying to stop my attack. I knew I was getting into dangerous grounds but I kept pushing, kept fighting. It just pushed back trying to stop me. I pushed beyond my limit and as a consequence the drain of my magic and the restrictions the dementor had put on me killed me. I don't know how I returned. I might not ever know, but the point is the dementor wasn't trying to kill me."

The adults blinked, going over all that Harry said. "You gave this a lot of thought Alpha." Hermione whispered, afraid that if she spoke to loud it would set Sirius off again.

Harry leaned back on his hands, tipping his head back as much as he could with Amara around his neck and shoulders. "After it left I didn't want to wake you all up so I sat awake trying to make sense of what happened. Thinking back at the other two encounters it made sense."

"Harrison," Harry turned to Severus. "I want you to stay away from them as much as you can. You may think that they mean you no harm but we're not willing to risk your life on it. I'll do some research and we'll go from there." His voice left no room for disagreement. Harry wasn't going to listen to him but he nodded anyway. If he didn't he would be under constant watch. He couldn't have that.

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Harry sat in one of the high backed chairs the ROR had provided the Pack. He was waiting for his Venatores that were in the school to answer his summons. The rest of the Pack sat in their own chairs on either side of him. He was going to have to send a message to his Venatores in the Ministry telling them what he wants them to do after this meeting. It was inconvenient but needed to be done. He paused at that thought.

"Twins." Harry's voice, while quiet, traveled to the talking twins sitting to his far left with Neville between them.

They looked over at Harry. "What 'cha need Milord." They asked in unison.

"I want you two to invent a secure and portable communications device so when I call a meeting the Venatores not able to be here in person is still part of the meeting." Harry told them. The door opened at the far end of the meeting hall the ROR had taken shape into. The Venatores started coming in.

"Mirrors can do the trick but you said secure and everyone knows magic mirror can be tapped into." Fred looked over at his brother musing out loud.

"We can always find a way to modify them. Make it so only those with Alpha's mark can use it." George followed his brother's thoughts perfectly.

"It will have to be tied into Alpha's magic then." Fred nodded to his brother before turning back to Harry who looked on in amusement, ignoring the almost full hall of students bowed on one knee. "We'll work up a formula for you to look over and approve."

Harry nodded his agreement. He turned back to his Venatores before him. "Stand." He waited for them to get to their feet before continuing. "It seems that the dementors are wandering the halls of Hogwarts. There are no wards in place to protect anyone from them. Dumbledore knows this yet continues to do nothing. I believe it is time to put another blemish on his righteous record. Spread it around. Many of you have parents on the board, tell them. The newspapers are easy to use to our advantage as they always are looking for a story. Give them one. The more damaged Dumbledore's reputation becomes the easier people's alliance change. They are already starting to doubt the Ministry, time to start on the old bastard."

"Milord?" A girl Harry recognized Hanna Abbot, Badger third year, hesitantly raised her hand. Harry nodded giving her permission to continue. "Why all of us? You not just a few of us?"

Harry didn't have to answer as Cedric Diggory, Badger sixth year, did it for him. "It's because a few complaints can be easily brushed off as a prank or a story for attention but if all of us are saying the same thing people will have to take it seriously. They will ask question that Dumbledore might not want to answer."

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Harry couldn't be more thankful for weekends. Remus and Sirius were out on a date, Severus was making potions to restock the med wing, and Minerva was grading essays for the day. After the meeting Harry and the Pack had come back to their rooms to do their training. They had just finished their hand to hand combat. Luna and Ginny were about to start their weapons training and the other about to leave. Harry cleared his throat. The Pack stopped what they were doing to look at him.

"As you all know Remus has been taking time out of his days these past months to teach me the patronus charm." They nodded or gave a vocal acknowledgement to the fact. "I was able to master it yesterday. Now what I want to know is if any of you wish to learn it."

Not a single one of them turned the offer down. The next hour was passed in explanations of how the charm works, what wand movement you needed (though it worked with almost every move), and then practice. Harry knew it was going to take a long time for them to get it mastered just as it did him.

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Night fell with slight dread on Harry's part. He hadn't told his godparents or his Pack what he was going to do. They would never let it happen or would come with him. He was even leaving Nightshade in his bed, only bringing Amara with him so this meet would go smoother. Amara had told him that she could speak any snake dialect so she was going to be his interpreter if needed.

He slipped out of the room with Amara around his shoulders and his invisibility cloak in his hands as the sun touched the low horizon. The Pack didn't ask any question as he walked out and for that he was grateful. He slipped the cloak on as he made his way through hallway after hallway until he came to a small passageway the twins told him about. He walked through the wall and found himself outside beside the greenhouses. He turned towards the forest as the light continued to fade fast from the sky. The air got colder as he got closer to the forest. He paused in his advance to the meeting. He wanted some sort of protection before he went to meet these creatures. He cast the patronus charm. Prongs stood strong at his side as he continued on. He could make out three dementors waiting for him at the forest's edge. Their cloaks flowed around them like water.

Harry slowly pulled his cloak off, showing himself to the creatures he was both wary of and respected. "I am here. What do you want with me."

Two of the dementors moved back for the third to come forward. Harry held himself still as it reached it's skeletal hand out, tracing his lightning scar. Prongs reared forward causing the dementor to drop its arm. "Death's chosen, child of magic, Lady Luck's favored."

Harry understood only two of those things. He knew he was a child of magic and he could believe he was one of lady luck's favorite with how much he survived but what the hell was a death's chosen? "What is Death's chosen and what does it mean for me?"

"Death looks after you. He is the one who lets you live after your time. He protects you, gave you his blessing. You are his." The dementor pulled farther away. "I am Hazird, elder of the souls."

"How can I understand you when I couldn't understand the other?" Harry followed Hazird with his eyes as the dementor circled him. Prongs followed him, wary of the creature circling its creator.

Hazird stopped behind Harry on his second round. "I have had many millenniums to learn many languages and many more dialects."

Harry held himself strong with this ancient creature behind him. "What do you want with me?"

"Wish to meet. Death rarely favors mortal. Rarer still is it he lets a mortal live past their time. Death doesn't like being cheated by Fate." Hazird moves back around to float in front of Harry once again. "What is your name child?"

"Harrison." Harry felt Draco give a mental tug on their bond. It was their way of telling him they wanted him around. 'I will be there in a while. I am finishing something.'

"Harrison son of Mother Magic, favored of Lady Luck and Lord Death. How very appropriate. Good bye child." Harry wasn't sure what the meeting did but it seemed like they got what they wanted.

"One last question, are you and yours a danger to Mine?" Harry needed to know this. He needed to know if he would have to fight them.

Hazird slowly turned. "We answer to Lord Death. Death favors you. You favor those you marked." Harry jolted. They could tell who is his marked. "You and yours are safe from us."

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Tom,

I found what attracted the dementors to me; it was a very enlightening night. You won't lose me to them. You will lose Peter to them though. I heard that the dementors found him yesterday. Please tell me that your other followers are smarter than he was. You don't need to be surrounded by so many morons. That is a torture I wouldn't inflict upon even Dumbledore.

Now as to your last letter, You wish me to join you do you? You have yet to prove to me that you are worth partnering with. You were just a mindless killer 13 years ago and I do have my own plans in motion. You want to destroy the world, I want to rebuild it. So tell me my dear Tom, Why the hell would I partner with you? If you truly wish to discuss this, prove to me that we have plans that coincide. Prove to me that you are not just a petty killer bent on world domination. Until then this is the last letter you will receive from me.

Regards,

Harrison

A small cloaked figure read the letter that was delivered by Harrison's snowy owl. The figure hissed angrily, throwing the letter onto the yew desk where many others sat in a neat pile. He was not going to lose the only intelligent being that interests him because of the past. He already had a plan in place, but now it's time to change it. He will get his little Alpha back.

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"Neville hurry up! It's time to go." Hermione turned away from the open greenhouse door to look at Harry finishing his history homework. Luna and Ginny were sitting on the left couch working on their own homework. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us? It is the first weekend to go."

"No. I live in Hogsmeade. The only reason I would go is if I was able to visit my aunt and cousin, both of whom are in London today and tomorrow for the festival." Harry set his finished homework into his history book and into his bag. He motioned to Hermione to step closer. When she did he held his money purse for her to take. She rolled her eyes but took it. "By the way you girls look very pretty."

Hermione smiled, smoothing out her favorite shifting grey handkerchief bottom sundress that she paired with a dark grey leggings and a matching long sleeve half sweater to keep her warm. Ginny grinned up at him. It was the first time she wore her new shifting grey sweater dress with black leggings and had been worried that it was too muggle. Luna chirped a happy thank you. She liked her long shifting grey skirt and today she paired it with a smoky grey long sleeve shirt with a silver dragon wrapped around the stomach.

"He's right you girl look very nice." Neville finally made it out of his greenhouse. He himself was wearing his shifting grey winter cloak he and the rest of the Pack had ordered. They were all going to Hogsmeade wearing them.

"We need to go. The twins and Draco are waiting at the entrance." Hermione pushed Neville to the door. She pause by the door though, "I'll be sure to get some sweets for everyone."

Harry smiled in thanks before dragging his Blood Magic book out. "Have a good time." He opened the book to his book marked page.

Self-blood – Blood Wizard

'Until this point you have followed the exercises given in this book and have most likely done a few things on your own but you have not truly proved your worth of being a blood user. It is in this next exercise that will show you if you are worth the first title of the blood users. The first title one will earn is the title Blood Wizard. You are past beginner but not advanced enough to go off untrained. This exercise is a ritual you must complete.

'You will need: a quiet place with no natural light, salt, a crystal bowl, your knife, four quartz crystals, and a paint brush. Draw a circle five feet in diameter with salt. To mark the cardinal directions place clear quartz crystals and let three drops of your blood fall on them. When that is complete kneel in the middle of the circle naked with your bowl, knife, and brush. Cut and bleed into the bowl until half-full. With the brush you will use the blood to paint the mark you will be known by on your chest over your heart, on the back of both hands, and on your forehead. The rest in the bowl is your offering.

'You will need to choice a patron to appeal to. Choose one you look and trust as this will be your dominant patron. The words spoken to call and dedicate yourself to your patron are your task to find. Offer your blood. If your offer is accepted all the blood will glow, if not you have proven yourself unworthy of being a blood user.'

Harry felt his eyes widen. He didn't know that there were titles one could earn. This wasn't good. He couldn't move on in his training unless he performed this ritual but if he did perform it the title would show up on his files. This wasn't good, not unless he could find a way to conceal parts of his files.

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