A vampire will acquire extreme speed capabilities. Able to run a long distance in a very short amount of time. They have the strength of a giant and will also live eternally. To have such abilities requires a downside, having to drink blood to stay alive. They say one can become addicted to a vampire's kiss for their bite is as sweet as honey. -Newton Scamander

The purpose part 27

Chapter 76 (December 23rd, 1970)

*Mother! You received my owl?*Asked Ruma as she ran away from the train and into her mother's arms.

*I did, so, let's go back to Egypt then.*Said Elisabeth.

Ruma looked over her shoulder and waved good-bye to her two close friends, Rosanne, and Regulus as they went off to apparate with their family.

*Did they finally connect the floo network to Vulken's estate?*Asked Ruma, her cheeks going red from the cold.

*Yes. No need for a portkey, although I'm not really sure which magical transportation I prefer.*Said Elisabeth.

They used the floo network and arrived directly in the living room of the Vulken's estate in Egypt. The king and Queen were discussing along with Gellert, Anton, and Dorian. Dorian was Gellert's childe, sired a month ago. He was the head of the presidency of Africa. He gasped as he saw Elisabeth and Ruma come out of the chimney.

*Dear lord.*Mumbled Dorian.

Ruma's face lit up upon seeing her family again. Even more when she saw her father coming out of another room and went directly into his arms. Screw the pure-blood etiquette here!

*Oof! Oh, my little girl.*Said Thomas as he took a step back from the force of Ruma's hug.

A silent conversation had gone on between Gellert and his childes.

*Magic. She's a magical child?*Asked Dorian.

*Precious little angel.*Said Anton with his clear voice and wicked smile.

The King cleared his throat and wanted to speak with Thomas. The vampires went into another room where Ruma thought she saw even more politicians.

*I'll speak to you later, Ruma, for dinner… okay?*Said her father before kissing her on the forehead.

*All good, father, I'll be in my room.*Said Ruma and she ran up the stairs.

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Ruma had passed a wonderful Christmas and was now back with Gellert in his office, her schoolbooks opened on the desk. She was not doing any homeworks but was rather by the window, Gellert already feeding on her wrist. She had been craving for that feeling ever since she had left for Hogwarts. She had taken the habit to lay her head on his torso, smelling him and looking at his eyes changing from black to white in fascination. She could not help herself; she had grown feelings for him. She knew he was old, and she was not even twelve yet. Perhaps he would let her… steal a kiss… someday. Gellert stopped and licked her wrist, closing the wound.

*Ten years… Mmm. *Mumbled Gellert as he caressed her long black hair.

No matter what he mumbled, she never said or asked anything. Not that she did not want to know, she was afraid of what it might be. She preferred staying there, in his arms, sometimes falling asleep and waking up in her bed.

She returned to school when the vacations were done. She laid her forehead on the cold window as Regulus and Rosanne were actively talking beside her.

*Any gifts worth mentioning?*Asked Rosanne.

Ruma thought about when Gellert placed a gold necklace around her neck with a small heart diamond. It was well hidden underneath her shirt.

*Not worth mentioning.*Replied Ruma.

Regulus saw his brother pass in front of their door and he stopped before opening the door.

*So? How was Christmas with dear mother, Reg?*Asked Sirius with a sneer.

*Even better since you weren't there, brother.*Replied Regulus with venom.

Ruma frowned and wondered where Sirius could possibly have gone.

*Why weren't you with your family, Sirius?*Asked Ruma.

Sirius looked at her and his eyes softened.

*I was with my true family, Vulken.*Said Sirius before closing the door and leaving.

Ruma looked at Regulus who sighed and laid his back against the bench crossing his arms.

*What's between you two anyway?*Asked Rosanne.

*Sirius… is against everything that our family teaches us, like morals and values. It created enough tensions that he completely left the noble house of black to go with the Potters, but James's parents were killed by deatheaters when he was only three years old and was raised by his grand-parents… Lord Charlus Potter and Dorea Black. I know, all related… somewhat. You see where this is going?*Said Regulus.

*You mean pure-blood values. What about you, Regulus?*Asked Ruma.

*I… I don't know! My father keeps saying the mud… muggleborns stole our magic and that they are inferior to us.*Said Regulus.

*You know Reg… at one point, no one had magic, from what I read. If pure-bloods keep inbreeding like that, we might just end all like your cousin.*Said Rosanne.

Regulus stayed silent and pursed his lips.

Chapter 77

Sam Croakel was not a MACUSA auror for no reason. He had been the best obliviator of his division. He had also been one of the wizards to obliviate muggles in Paris during the time of Grindelwald's assault. When Seth's elf had returned him to New York, he had felt empty. The sudden freedom made him dizzy or perhaps it had been the apparition with the elf. Newton had asked him if he wanted anything to which he shook his head. He lied about a worried family, and they parted ways. He walked to his little apartment, arriving in front of his door. He realized he could do wandless magic again, but it did take a few times to unlock it. The rooms were dimly lit by the sun entering by the dusty windows. A thick layer of said dust also laid on every piece of furniture and the smell was horrible, probably from rotten food somewhere in pantries. Just how long had he been in the prison? One…two years?

The last two weeks with Newton had been a blessing in that prison. The deatheaters had stopped coming when the magicologist arrived. He kept hearing the word 'fascinating' out of his mouth all day long and every damn day. Sometimes, he had asked what was so fascinating.

*He's the only one! He's a vampire AND a wizard. He started Hogwarts when he was 22 years old, but he looked, and maybe thought, like a child. The only vampire with a heartbeat… from what it's written.*Said Newton.

As more and more Newton spoke about him, and the more and more he thought how dangerous he really was. Combine the powers of a vampire, a dark wizard, wealth, and control of his own kind around the world and you could have a supreme leader. Should he ever be cruel, the world would be done for. You-know-who was nothing… a puny thing beside what Seth could be.

*Fascinating.*

The word had echoed in the prison.

Sam went to his bedroom to get the spare wand, which all aurors were supposed to have, in a drawer. He went back, wand in hand, in his living room and sat down on the sofa, where dust lifted in the air. He waved his wand several times and his apartment began to clean itself. His wand hand twitched and a thundering pain passed through it. He let out a whimper and held it with his other hand, as if squeezing it tightly could somehow help numbing the burn. The several cruciatus he received are surely the cause. He breathed slowly, waiting that the pain goes away, and it finally ended after a moment. He was left panting and sweat had formed on his temples. He sighed and thought he should report to his work but knew there would be heavy protocols… especially since he was 'freed'. What was he going to say? What could he even say? The magical oath he took bound him to such levels.

He realized he was still in his prisoner's clothes, so he went to dress up in his bedroom, refreshing the old clothes with a spell. At least, the muggles had been nice with him: feeding him regularly and giving him water to freshen up everyday. When he was ready, he apparated in front of MACUSA headquarters and passed through the giant door. It was very busy and nobody paid attention to him until someone actually did.

*Sam?*Said a voice behind him.

He turned around and there was Armand, the head of the department of aurors. He pointed his wand swiftly towards Sam, who raised his hands in the air.

*I know the protocols… we should go somewhere more appropriate to discuss.*Said Sam.

Armand frowned and pursed his lips before waving his wand. It was a warning spell for aurors apparated beside him within a few seconds. They escorted Sam to an office on another level. The MACUSA president arrived shortly after, and the interrogation began. It was harsh, it was cold, it was… protocol, and Sam understood. Mid-way through the questions he could not even answer, another pain spasm started in his body, and this time it was in his right calf. His eyes watered and he let out a whimper, bending to grip his leg.

*What's wrong?*Asked Linda as she waved her wand, trying to get a diagnosis, but could not detect anything.

When the pain calmed down, he took the time to take many breaths under inquisitive looks.

*Look… I was tortured with the cruciatus… many times! Deatheaters are real! You-Know-Who is real! And… ugh, Britain is going to fall… and if it does, you bet he will come here eventually! All the other aurors that went there were killed. I was… lucky, somewhat… and I was let out, because… because I had to make a magical oath, so I can't say shite!*Said Sam angrily.

*What? You were freed by that dark wizard?*Asked the president.

Sam shook his head and huffed.

*No… I can't say it, it's part of the oath!*Said Sam, still rubbing his aching leg mindlessly.

The president narrowed his eyes and sighed before waving away the aurors out of the office. Linda made a sorry look before leaving, and the president was now alone with Sam. The president went by the window and shook his head, turning his back from the auror.

*You know the ministry won't do anything anymore to help Britain, well not until he becomes a threat to the USA. Mostly because almost all wizards live in Britain now.*Said the president.

Sam nodded and looked down.

*We have enough going on here as well… some wizards have begun to move here, thinking they are safer. They are acting careless and No-Maj notices things going on… we have to intervein quite regularly. You can take as long as you need… I'm… we are glad you are well.*Finished the president.

After a courteous good-bye, Sam left the building. He thought he only needed a few weeks, but weeks became months. Pain spasms came often in different parts of his body. He cursed the deatheaters each time it happened. He was only sixty years old and for a wizard, it was still a nice age to be, normally. One spring evening night, he went out for a walk in central park, like he always did.

Maybe it was the light from the lamppost, or the haze of the city, but something in front of him made him stop dead in his tracks. Two cloaked figures were pointing his wand at him. He blinked several times and looked around. There were plenty of muggles walking, like mothers and children with strollers and what-not.

*Found you, Croakel.*Said the voice of Dolohov he recognized right away.

*For the greatest fucks ever, what the hell you want from me? I was freed… with an oath! Leave me be!*Said Sam, almost yelling and about to draw his wand.

*Ah ah! You would not want those pretty… No-Maj, oh, this is so ridiculously sounding, just throw your wand to us or I'll just go kill that mother over there.*Said the voice of a woman he did not know.

She was pointing her wand towards the woman with a stroller. Bile went up his throat at the thought and he threw his wand at them before receiving a stupefying curse right in the chest.

Chapter 78 (May 30th, 1971)

Bellatrix and Dolohov threw the unconscious body of Sam on the floor in front of Voldemort's feet, then kneeled and bowed their heads. Nagini was slowly moving behind her master, hissing.

*You found him. I could not expect any better from you two. Leave.*Said Voldemort's cold voice.

*Yes, my Lord.*Said Bellatrix and Dolohov before leaving the room.

The Dark Lord went to Augustus and grabbed his chin.

*You make me proud, Rookwood. You can have the honors of giving your Portkey to the giants tomorrow. Bring Mulciber, Nott and Selwyn with you. One last thing, would you happen to know where Seth is?*Said Voldemort.

*No, he was in the ministry two days ago… Rodolphus might know.*Said Augustus.

Voldemort let go of his chin, only to take his arm instead and place the tip of his wand on the dark mark after sliding his sleeve up. Augustus winced at the touch. The dark lord let go of his arm then waved him away. The deatheater bowed again before leaving. Voldemort looked at the auror laying in front of him. Seth thought he could free one of his prisoner? He was going to show him just how wrong he was. A moment passed and a cloaked figure entered the room and knelt.

*You asked for me, my lord?*Asked Rodolphus.

*Yes, Lestrange… Where is Seth?*Asked Voldemort.

*Uh… today? At his castle.*Said the deatheater.

*Good. Tell him to come here, I have… ah, something to show him.*Said Voldemort with a glint in his eyes.

Rodolphus lifted his head, looking around, wondering what he could possibly show him. There was a cauldron with something inside he could not see. There was a heavy metallic smell in the room. Apart from the unconscious auror on the floor, there was nothing else. He stood up and made a mental pout.

*Yes, my Lord.*Said Rodolphus before leaving.

The stupefying spell was beginning to wear out and Sam was now moving. He propped himself up on his knees and looked at the man in front of him. He should have been afraid, he should have whimpered, his insides were screaming to flee but hopelessness paralyzed his thoughts. Voldemort was pointing his wand at him and Sam swallowed, closing his eyes, feeling the curse coming.

*Crucio.*Said the Dark Lord quietly.

The gut-wrenching pain seared through him as if his every nerve were on fire. He had fallen on the floor again. There was a loud cracking sound from bones breaking: Sam was tensing so much his muscles that from the sheer force of the contractions, he broke his left shoulder blade. It was more than he could handle, a scream escaped his lips. Voldemort lifted the curse as Seth was arriving in the room. The prince looked around, seeing the cauldron and the auror and frowned.

*The smell… what did you do?*Asked Seth.

Seth was smelling a sweet blood, remembering him of pastries and the only time he had ever smelled something like that was by the muggle ward, where children had hurt themselves.

*The purer the blood… the less it's going to hurt.*Said Voldemort in parseltongue as he dipped his hand in the cauldron and took out a dagger, dripping with blood.

Nagini made a hiss and circled her master. The air in the room suddenly felt thicker and harder to breath. Seth felt uneasy, taking his wand in his hand, and backing away. He looked at the auror he recognized and was confused as to why Voldemort had gone to such length to get him from America. Voldemort lifted his wand at the auror again.

*Seth… Don't let that monster control you.*Said Sam so quietly only Seth had heard him through the hissing of Nagini.

*Avada Kedavra!*Said Voldemort.

A green flash illuminated the room and Seth couldn't help himself and flinched. He backed away and a green complicated sign appeared under Voldemort's feet.

*Male lorka nar variss sessere!*Chanted Voldemort.

His already red eyes glowed even brighter, and his body contracted as if he wanted to vomit. He fell on his knees as a dark wet substance poured out of his mouth and nose like a cloud, or piece of body. It was hard to described but the smell was so foul it made Seth gag. Nagini was circling Voldemort and began to go up on his body and around his torso. The Dark Lord placed the dagger near the mass and started cutting, still shaken with uncontrollable spasms. He was sure if Voldemort could scream, he would be. His wand fell on the floor and his hand touched the floor, trying to hold himself as the dagger was halfway through the mass.

The making of a horcruxe was not something Seth had ever thought of or couldn't imagine how evil and unnatural it really was. He wanted to run away but felt something pressing in his mind, almost like paralyzing him. The Slytherin locket was pulsing dark power on him and whispering.

*Lissssten to me… be mine… be mine… I'll make you warm… I'll make you taste power… let me inside…*Murmured the locket.

*Seth? What is that?*Thought Corban.

Corban was feeling sick. He smelled what Seth was smelling. He concentrated to apparate in Vulken's castle, and it took all of his energy to do just that. Danyck was not any better, he crumbled to the floor in the mirror room.

*Just… breathe, it should be over soon.*Thought Seth, trying to reassure them even if the dark magic was swirling in his mind.

When Voldemort cut through it all, Nagini opened her jaw wide and swiftly swallowed the dark glob, the soul part of Voldemort.

A seventh Horcruxe.

The remaining soul part of Voldemort went back inside of him quicker than it came out, like a vacuum, and he let out a scream that Seth felt through his very soul. The dagger made a metallic sound as it fell on the floor. Voldemort took his wand and slowly stood up.

*I… Lord Voldemort, have done it. I am the most powerful wizard of all time.*Said a voice so cold, it sounded like a faint deadly whisper, a distorted hiss.

Seth was breathing fast and sweat pearled on his temples. He backed away again and stared at the Dark Lord. His cheeks and eyes sank even more in his head. He looked as if someone was pulling on his face and his nose had flattened. Once he had beautiful hair, now he was losing chunks of it, and some barely hung on his scalp.

If there was any humanity in Voldemort before he made that atrocious act, Seth could no longer feel any.