The Masquerade of London: Magic Rising
Harry Potter/Luna (Gangrel Vampire)
Alexander Potter (OC Gangrel and Luna's Sire)
"Speech"
"Thought"
"The Masquerade? What are you talking about? I would like some answers." Harry asked, his temper bubbling up. "Harry, I suggest you go back to your Aunt and Uncle's and we'll arrange for you to be transported to Headquarters the 1st of August." Dumbledore suggested.
Luna's eyes dilated and turned lupine yellow. She was prepared to rip the Mage apart when she found herself on the floor beneath a male silverback gorilla. "Desist. Quell the beast whelp." Luna's eyes closed and when they reopened they were now wolf like in shape but brown in colour. Alex shifted back into his human form and grabbed Luna by the scruff of her neck "Minor mutation you'll live. Mortals you can pass it off as a genetic defect." Luna chuckled "I forgot yours made you very good on the eyes." Alex's mutation was an over development of muscles around his abdominals, biceps and triceps.
Harry looked at his ancestor and his eyes widened as Luna's words. Alex looked well built but Harry didn't think anything of it. But now he was looking and his eyes widened "What do you eat? What do you work with to get that!" Alex grinned "Centuries of control and being careful with feeding on blood."
Harry nodded "I'm trying to adjust to the fact my only family member who is immortal. Professor Dumbledore, I request that they come with me to Headquarters immediately." Dumbledore looked at Harry with his patent 'I'm-disapointed-in-you' look. I really think..." He began when Alex cut him off "It's a brilliant idea. Protected by two of the best kindred and some of the best mages, I presume?" Dumbledore nodded "It is...I suppose I can move Harry ahead of schedule."
Alex looked at the Old Man, who nodded, turned on his heel and vanished. "He's weak. I mean seriously. I've met mages that could break him without breaking a sweat or even blinking." Harry looked at him dumbfounded "What do you mean mages?"
Alex sighed "Add that to the list of things I'm going to teach you. I know a lot of tricks. Thaumaturgy and some of the more watered down powers of the other clans that I know of." Harry nodded "What like?"
"Dominate, Presence for two of them. Through Thaumaturgy and some others I may be able to teach you minor Fortitude, Obfuscate and Celerity...I would love to teach you Protean, Potence and Chimerstry but that would mean ending the family line." Harry nodded "Can I get a lift home?"
Alex smirked, his pale skin took on a tanned look as he effortlessly slung his nephew onto his back and then he vanished. Luna looked at some of the remaining mages "You going to show me where your base is?"
Alex and Harry arrived at Grimmauld Place about two hours before sunrise. Alex and Luna headed down into the basement and what shortly sounded like the sound of concrete being pummelled into dust. "What is that!"
Harry smirked "Just my immortal ancestor and his minion." Mrs. Weasley turned around "I didn't see you Harry dear. You're finally looking well." Harry smirked "Thanks, unless you count being in shock healthy. Almost been sired, found out I have a relative albeit an immortal one, oh and I'm about to pass out."
Harry managed to make it to a room before passing out. The night passed fitfully, as did the rest of the summer. Harry spent time talking to Luna and Alex about kindred and the Gangrel and how far the pair of them had progressed in their five disciplines. Hermione and Ron grew slightly scared that Harry had been hanging out with vampires, but the teen put them in their place about them knowing a werewolf in Remus Lupin.
As for the resident werewolf, he could feel the wolf inside him snarling at the two kindred. "Going to kill me mutt?" Growled Luna one evening in front of the entire order. "No, just why is the wolf telling me to rend you limb from limb."
Alex grinned and chuckled "Kindred are souls shoved into corpses. We're known as the wyrm or children of the wyrm. Werewolves protect the world from spirits and consider us abombinations. The fact you aren't trying to rip us apart and you're not female means you're no Black Fury, I doubt you're a Get or a Spiral Dancer. You're not angry at the world so you're not a talon. My guess is you're a homid."
Remus stared at him "I was turned when I was five." Alex snorted "Hello, Five Hundred Year Old Kindred. A Kindred that can run with the Werewolves an they don't try and kill me once or twice maybe five times a decade. You mate are a Kinfolk. You should have transformed when you hit puberty. Yes those tv shows about werewolves in highschool are accurate. Bit too accurate but that ain't my problem. Anyway you're born with the genes to become a werewolf and because you got bitten I don't know what you are."
Remus stared at him "So I'm a born werewolf of an unknown tribe correct?" Alex nodded "And I'm supposed to hate you because you're a vampire, yet I don't because you were the ancestor of one of my best friends...And because of my werewolf heritage that means I'm more intune with spirits and have to defend humans from them."
Remus stood up, grabbed his cloak and vanished with a crack. He was off too find his tribe. Harry had heard most of the conversation turned to face his friends "Harry I want to pick your brains about the vampires." Stated Hermione.
