Chapter 3

Dumbledore rolled up the scroll and tied it shut with a leather strap. He grimaced at the feel of the scroll. It was slick, almost sweaty to the touch. It was like holding a rolled-up piece of human skin. He gently laid the scroll to the side and leaned back in his chair. Nothing. All the scrolls he could find on Lilith, and it all amounted to nothing but conflicting legends. He scowled down at the scroll. He was tempted to burn the nasty thing to ash, but something, perhaps old primal instincts stopped him. Like all the books, scrolls, and old parchments that spoke of Lilith, the scroll felt as if it were alive.

"Fourteen years," he muttered. "Fourteen years of searching and nothing." He looked at the books lining his shelves. Books of ancient magics written in Samarian, Latin, and even a small book bound in bone written in Enochian. The closest thing he found was a passage on old ones. Walking over to the book written in Enochian, he opened and turned to the highlighted passage. Pushing his Halfmoon spectacles higher on his crooked nose, he began to read.

**HPS**

Of all the races that have ever walked the earth, none is so mysterious as the Old Ones. These primordial beings were said to be the first beings ever created. These beings were set up in a universe of their own to live in peace. After the world of man was created, these terribly powerful entities set themselves up as the first gods.

Bask, Ra, and Osiris were just some of the names they were known by. The ancient wizards of the world banded together and managed to cast these beings out of their world.

However, not all of the Old Ones were banished. Thousands of years later, they would set themselves up as the Greek Gods.

"Although they are gone now, there are methods that can summon these powerful beings back into the world of man.

**HPS**

Dumbledore looked down at the book, feeling despair threatening to overtake him. What could he do now. Lilith had been summoned back into the world by his own hand. Worse yet, the book gave no indication of the magic used to banish the Old Ones. This book was another failure, just like all the others.

Sighing, Dumbledore looked up at the phoenix shaped silver clock hanging above his desk. It was almost one in the morning and tomorrow was the first of September. He needed to get some sleep, but how could he sleep when he needed to find a way to correct his mistake? What could he do? How could he stop her? His eyes flew open wide as an idea occurred to him.

It was terrible, some would say evil, but sometimes monstrous acts must be committed to correct a great wrong. He would have a month to prepare and then it would be time to put his plan into motion. Perhaps this would weaken Lilith's hold enough for her to be banished. A cruel smile twitched the corners of his mouth. There was a certain irony in this plan after all she'd done to others.

He glanced at the perch where his phoenix familiar had once sat. Fawkes had abandoned him long ago. It was sad that such a powerful and noble creature could fall to the darkness, but he would not fall. He would destroy Lilith and her child no matter what it took.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "This has to be done. I have to fix my mistake."

"It won't work you know," a voice said from a corner.

Dumbledore looked over at a battered old hat with a rip in the brim. "What do you mean Hat?"

"That book," the hat said, tilting towards the book written in Enochian. "Most of it is untrue written by wizards in the church to explain what was unexplainable. The Old Ones were some of the first beings to wield magic. They did set themselves up as gods, but wizards did not banish them. They couldn't even if they'd wanted to. The old ones are to wizards as a flashlight is to the sun. The Old Ones chose to leave. Wizards simply locked the door behind them."

"How do you know this?"

Lilith still walked the earth when the founders were alive."

"She did?" Dumbledore asked excitedly. "What was she like?"

"Savage, wild, powerful, and very protective. She cared about those she befriended and would allow no harm to come to them. It wasn't until the fourteen hundred's that she was banished from this world. After that, all of her descendants began to be persecuted"

"But she never gave birth before bringing Harry into the world."

"She did create all the monsters of the world. They are her children. She may have never given birth to them, but they are flesh of her flesh and blood of her blood."

Dumbledore pointed at the book written in Enochian. "But Enochian was the language of angels. How could that book be a lie?"

"Enochian is a language created by man to talk to angels. The beings they spoke with were not angels, not by a long shot."

"SO how can I stop Lilith? How can I destroy her?"

"You can't. Only weapons of great power can kill an old One. Excalibur and the spear of Destiny are two weapons that could kill her, but both have been lost for centuries. Besides, you would not be worthy to touch either weapon."

"But if I kill Harry…"

"That will bring her wrath down upon you. She always wanted to unite her children and the death of her only born son would do just that."

"I can't just do nothing," Dumbledore said passionately.

"She has done nothing to you Albus," The hat said almost gently. "We have heard nothing from her in over a decade."

"Don't you understand," Dumbledore said. "I summoned her. If she decides to start a war against humanity, it will be my fault."

"I'm sorry Albus," the hat said quietly. "I cannot support the murder of a child. He is innocent. Besides, you may have freed her, but you are not responsible for her decisions."

"The boy is innocent until he kills muggles," Dumbledore snapped.

"I'm sorry," the hat said again. "If she's left alone, Lilith will not harm anyone. She just wants to raise her son and protect her other children."

"If you will not help me, then I shall walk this path alone."

"Go ahead," the hat said. "but beware that you do not unleash the darkness you are trying to stop."

Ignoring the hat, Dumbledore left his office and headed to his quarters to sleep. He would kill Lilith and her child. He had to in order to secure the future of the wizarding world. He would bring the magical community out of the darkness and into the light.

**HPS**

The man ran down the street struggling to escape whatever it was chasing him. His heart pounded in his ears and his breath burned in his lungs. No matter how fast he ran, the footsteps came closer and closer with each passing second. His feet tangled together and he fell full length on the pavement, bloodying his nose.

He struggled to get back to his feet, when a black boot came out of the darkness and slammed on his chest, pinning him to the ground. Looking up, he saw a teen with dark red hair and glowing orange eyes standing above him. He smiled, but it did not reach his cold eyes. "Well I finally caught the murderer."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't killed anyone."

"No? You killed your poor wife because she caught you with your secretary. That's a tale as old as time isn't it? You just couldn't let her divorce you, could you? Oh yeah, and in case you have any ideas, that man you hired to kill her, he'll be my next target.

The teen's mouth dropped open, wider and wider until it appeared to take up his entire face. The man's bladder let go as his wife's voice issued from the teen's mouth.

"You bastard," she screamed. "How could you. I love you and you do this to me?"

"The man jerked under the teen's foot as his own voice came from the teen.

"Honey, I can explain. It's not what it looks like."

"That's every cheaters excuse isn't it," his wife's voice responded.

The teen's mouth snapped shut. He cracked his neck and glared at the man. "Now, what were you saying?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man said, a little of his bravado coming back. "My wife's death was not my fault. We may have argued, but I would never had killed her."

"Don't lie little man," he said coldly. "Your wife told me everything."

"What?" the man said his eyes widening. "What are you talking about? My wife is dead."

"Dead, but not forgotten," the teen said. "My Mother always had a soft spot for the downtrodden."

A figure drifted out of the shadows. Her long blond hair hung to her waist. Her icy blue eyes stared at her pinned husband. Long dagger like fangs touched her lower lip as she smiled. There was a brap sound and the sour smell of shit filled the air. The teen made a disgusted face.

"Die with a little dignity, can't you? You killed her and now you pay the price."

"She's a vampire," the man nearly whimpered.

"Not exactly," the teen said. "She's been through some changes since you last saw her, I'll admit, but she's not a vampire."

The young woman let out a loud growl, like a lion preparing to pounce. Long curved claws grew from her fingers, and her eyes changed from blue to jet black.

"Shh," the teen said stroking her hair as she stepped towards the one who had orchestrated her murder. "In a moment," he said kneeling beside the man. He laid one pale hand on the man's forehead. He took a long breath. His hand glowed as streamers of mist flowed from the man's eyes and mouth. His brown hair turned grey and cracks and wrinkles appeared in his smooth skin.

"What did you do to me?" the man said, his voice was now high and feeble.

"I drained most of your life-force. I left enough for your dear wife to get some nourishment, don't worry."

"Please," the man whimpered.

"No," the teen said. He clicked his fingers. "Dinner time."

The blond woman let out a snarl and fell upon the man. The man's screams echoed through the night along with the sound of ripping flesh. Moments later, the blond woman straightened, licking blood from her face with a disturbingly long tongue.

"Enjoyed that did you?" the teen said.

The woman looked up at him, sanity and reason returning to her eyes. "Thank you," she said in a soft musical voice.

The teen nodded to her. "Happy to help," he said his orange eyes turning to emerald green. "It'll be a hundred years before you have to do that again. Assuming you don't go to war or something."

The woman nodded, shuddering slightly. "I hope I don't see combat." She looked at the teen seriously. "What if I don't want to feed again?"

The teen shrugged. "The changes my Mother wrought in you were merely to restore what had been taken from you. If you don't want to eat again, you will simply age like a normal woman." He grinned. "The fact you get twice the amount of life is just a perk."

The woman stepped closer to the teen. "I don't know if I can do that again. It was… horrible."

"I can understand that," the teen said gently. "If you want, I can erase your memory of this event. My Mother thought you might feel that way so she has arranged for you to be able to take up your normal life. The police are not aware of your death yet, so you will be able to take up your life like nothing has happened."

"But I've been dead for months."

"Perks of befriending a primordial entity."

"I want my life back," the woman said firmly, "but what about this extra life-force."

Harry looked at her sadly. "If you don't want it, I can siphon it off."

"The woman nodded. "Do it, I never wanted immortality, I just wanted to live."

"As you wish," the teen said. He touched her forehead, white light engulfing them both.

**HPS**

The small in was a one-story building that looked no different from any other. Harry gazed at the inn, seeing the dimensional doorways that led to various rooms. He still wondered how his Mother had created this place. As he watched, he saw a vampire enter the inn with a nod to him.

Harry watched a hag approach the desk and speak to his Mother. He wondered how each of Lilith's children found this place. Was his Mother calling them home? With a sigh, he entered the inn and smiled tiredly at his Mother. "How did it go?" she asked as she handed an old wizard a long silver key. "Have a nice day," she said pleasantly.

The old wizard nodded stiffly and strode away.

"She wanted her memory modified," Harry said. "Her husband is being turned into… well you know. She didn't want to remember eating him."

"Most mortals probably wouldn't want to remember that."

She had me absorb her life-force down to a normal level. She just wanted her life back."

Lilith nodded. "I thought she might. Once you siphoned her life-force off, her transformation was reversed. You are the only one besides myself that has that kind of power. We'll visit her in about fifty years and see if she changes her mind."

"Our numbers are growing," Harry said. "Vampires are up by fifty percent, and werewolves have increased a hundred-fold."

Lilith smiled. "Yes, it's almost time. Soon, it'll be time to make contact with the Wizarding world once again."

"What is our game plan,' Harry asked running a hand through his hair.

Lilith's smile faded. "That depends on them, son. If they accept us, then we will live amongst them in peace. If they do not…" Lilith motioned as if washing her hands. "Then it'll be war."

**HPS**

Halloween dawned clear and cold. As the day progressed towards the time Dumbledore waited for, he checked and rechecked the spells he'd cast. Finally, his spells activated. He waited for Lilith's spawn to appear.

**HPS**

Harry blinked as the light faded from his eyes. He looked around, seeing a large stone hall and a high ceiling that appeared to be decorated like the night sky. A old wizened voice drew his attention.

"Harry? It is good to see you, my boy."

Harry turned. A tall man wearing bright purple robes sat on the chair at the head of a table. Half-moon spectacles sat on his crooked nose. His piercing blue eyes were focused unblinkingly on Harry's face. He knew who this man was.

"Dumbledore," Harry whispered in dismay.