Chapter 5: Crashing to the Ground
"Albus told me to keep you safe; even though I despise him I'm going to listen to him this time." Lucas stated still lying on top of Harry. The raven haired boy angrily pushed Lucas off him and stood up.
A scream pierced his ears and he turned to see his cousin Amber being tortured by a Death Eater. He gave a stangled yell and ran toward her but an arm came flying across his waist and he collided with a strong chest.
The boy was turned around fiercely and pushed up against a tree.
"Do you even know what you were about to do? You're not prepared for this, Harry. I know it hurts but you need to think before you act."
Not hearing a single word the man just said, Harry was struggling out of his grip, but before he could get loose, Lucas grabbed his already slashed wrist. The raven haired wizard let out a pained yell. Looking down at his wrist he found it reopened and bleeding freely.
He stole a glance at the vampire and he hated what he saw on the man's face. Anger, and more rage. Before Lucas would say a word an explosion erupted and he pulled Harry close and covered his head, protecting him form the flying debris.
Looking up Harry was sickened by the sight. Coffins lay open, bodies were everywhere, and vampires (the ones unlike Lucas) were walking around attaking the living. Rain poured from the sky as Death Eaters were everywhere cursing muggles left and right.
The only comforting thing was the Aurors and Order of the Phoenix were there fighting against them. Lucas shook his shoulders and shoved two things in his hands.
"We'll talk later. But right now, you need to defend yourself, when a vampire comes nearby you know what to do." He replied pointing at a wooden stake in Harry's hand and his wand also rested in his palm.
"I'll be watching out for you." With that he turned and fought with all his raw emotion to whoever crossed his path.
Standing utterly alone he was unaware of three things. One, his black choker started glowing white, two: a vampire was sneaking up on him and lastly, his enemy's blood red eyes were watching him closely in the shadows.
Hands gripped him and slammed him into the tree once again. Groaning his turned his eyes to see a vampire standing there with his fangs out and unusual hungry eyes looking at Harry like he was a fresh piece of meat.
Taking out his wand he pointed it at the dead man.
"Locomoter Mortis!" The man stood stiff-legged and looked down at his legs in wonder. Harry smirked and pierced the stake in his heart. A loud shriek was heard and then dust was sprinkled to the ground in replace.
His eyes widened as he saw a dozen vampires running toward him. Wondering why they were suddenly coming after just him, he started firing advanced curses their way and grinned when he struck the last remaining vampire. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a Death Eater torturing a man in shabby old robes. Taking a double take he saw it was Remus Lupin.
"No." Harry ran as fast as he could toward his old professor and friend. He leaped on a tombstone and went lying through the air. He growled and tackled the Death Eater to the floor.
He stunned him and quickly ran to Remus. The friendly werewolf was on his back, coughing up scarlet blood. The young wizard kneeled down and gathered his old professor in his lap and his held him closely.
Tears glistened down his cheek as he brushed Remus' hair out of his face.
The rain poured around him and he was unconscious to the world around him, all that mattered was Remus.
"H-Harry." The werewolf spoke lightly, turning his young amber eyes on him.
"You are going to be OK Remus." Harry spoke, voice shaking violently.
"No, my time is up Harry." He spoke like it was his last energy.
"Your parents, Sirius would be so proud of you Harry. You turned out perfect."
"Remus-,"
"I love you little prongs and no matter what happens...keep living, keep you chin up Harry." With a final cough he fell limp in Harry's arms. The boy who was too young to see all this sobbed into his friend's chest that didn't move up and down like it should have. (Corny? I know. A/N2: Like I said as original as possible.)
A hand came down on Harry's shoulder and gave it a comfort squeeze. The boy stopped crying and looked up in the old face of Albus Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry Harry." He spoke the truth and picked Harry off the floor and gathered the small young man in his arms. Harry immediately buried his head in his mentor's shoulder and silently cried.
"H-How many others?" Harry asked softly. The old man tightened his grip and sighed.
"So many others, Harry." A chill ran up the boy's spine.
"Who?"
"Tonks, Molly Weasley-,"
"Stop." Harry cried out desperately. He pulled out of the embrace and turned and ran away.
He needed his vampire friend right now. His world was falling apart, if not completely. He saw Lucas standing a couple feet away talking to a woman with long black hair and green eyes.
She smiled at Lucas and they started kissing passionately. Harry's heart skipped a beat and it fell into his stomach.
'He lied. He fucking lied to me.' Harry felt a tear shimmer down his tanned cheek. He wanted to die right there, he had no reason to live.
Stepping backwards, he stepped on a large dried leaf that made a piercing noise. He turned and ran away, not seeing Lucas and the woman turning to watch him run.
"NO! Harry!" He heard Lucas yell and he ran even faster. He turned to leave the cemetery to be found being attacked by the media, and the flashing of the cameras.
Everything was happening too fast, betrayal, death of loved ones, treachery. The world was spinning out of control.
"Harry Potter!" His breathing hitched and he saw black dots in his vision.
Gentle hands took Harry away from both the media and Lucas. The young wizard walked numbly with the guiding of the hands. He couldn't take it any longer. With a strangled cry he collapsed on the floor and the last thing he saw was flashing lights and Snape picking him up and carrying him.
The man looked different, he had silky not greasy longer hair down to his shoulder blades, and he grew a goatee.
"Thank you." Harry stated softly and surrendered to the darkness.
The potion's master held the boy closer and took a portkey to Hogwarts Hospital Wing.
Two professors and a medical witch were surrounding a young wizard who had many magical machines hooked up to him. They were a lot like muggle machines, little tubes were lying down Harry's arms and nose, and there was a heart monitor that made beeping noises.
"What's wrong with him Poppy?" Albus Dumbledore asked pulling up the white blanket to his student's chest.
"It appears that-," She was interrupted boy the hospital wing doors being banged open. Severus Snape scowled at the visitor. Even though he had a black hood up they all knew it was Lucas Pierce, Prince of the Blended Vampires.
He was at Harry's side in a blink of an eye, literally.
"What's wrong with him?" He asked concerned. Snape deepened his scowl and reported bitterly.
"If you haven't stormed in here thinking all high and mighty about yourself, we would have already known." Lucas whipped his head over toward the Potion's Professor and growled dangerously.
"Now, now Severus." Albus warned sternly looking at the man over his semicircle glasses.
"As I was saying, Mr. Potter seems to be in a coma." The three men looked at her in surprise.
"Aren't coma's were either a wizard uses to much power or hit's their head? Harry did nothing of the sort." Lucas asked the question that was on everyone's mind.
Madame Pomfrey moved her mouth into a line clearly disappointed in their lack of knowledge in medical.
"No, No! Of course not. Mr. Potter here is in a coma from emotional stress." She finished. Snape glared over at Lucas.
"This is all your fault Pierce! He saw you and that woman together. You lied to him, destroyed his trust for you. You are nothing. Nothing but a slut." Snape yelled at his long term enemy.
The man looked up at him with glowing red eyes.
"Don't you dare blame me Snape. I had nothing to do with this." Lucas stated trying to convince himself.
"No, you gave a certain boy who had a terrible past and always helped others, a dream, and a shred of light in his dark gloomy life. He thought he would have someone who cared and loved him deeply, and you took that opportunity away.
"We are talking about a boy who is dark and keeps things to himself, bottles up all the emotion inside of him. You had a chance Pierce, a chance that others would love to have with the boy. But you failed, like all the others he once loved." Snape spoke fiercely.
Albus' eyes were twinkling and he had an amused smile on his face.
Lucas was standing there narrowing his eyes at the man dangerously. He knew it was true, all of it.
"Why do you all of a sudden care?" He asked quietly. The potion's professor looked down at Harry and stoked the raven beauty's cheek.
"Because I find old grudges far too wearing." Lucas growled and tackled Snape to the floor.
"Men!" Albus warned loudly. Snape and Lucas both grew fangs and started fighting fiercely.
"Boys!" The old man yelled and magic crackled through the air and they were forced apart from each other.
"Madame, when will Mr. Potter wake up?" The witch was over Harry ignoring the fight in front of her.
"It's too hard to tell, a couple of hours, a week, months...years." She added softly.
"It depends on what Harry wants." She replied ruffling his hair.
"What do you mean by that?" Snape sneered. She looked at them sadly, clearly ignoring the man.
"It depends on Harry, if he wants to come back to where he doesn't feel loved. And if he does come back, will he have any more problems?" Without another word she turned and left. The three wizards looked at each other in disbelief.
Albus cleared his throat. "I have to be at the ministry's office shortly," he turned toward Lucas and spoke with a powerful voice.
"Lucas, my boy, I'm here by suspending you from seeing Harry until he's strong enough." The vampire frowned and growled.
"You can't do that! Harry's my mate and I deserve to be by his side until he gets better." Albus looked over his half moon glasses and looked older than he should be.
"I am warning you Mr. Pierce, if you are not gone within ten minutes I will be forced to kick you out of Mr. Potter's life for good." He spoke with a command that would make anyone shy off but Lucas glared up at the man.
"You don't scare me old man. Harry belongs to me, I own him, not you. You and your little order cant do anything to me or I'll turn my people and Harry on you." Magic crackled in the air and Snape smirked from the shadows.
"You do not own him Lucas, you don't own everything you touch, nor can you have everything in life."
"But I can have Harry; he does belong to me, when I turn him he will become mine."
"Ten minutes Mr. Pierce." Albus nodded at Snape and turned to leave. Lucas was fuming, how dare he?
He stormed over to Harry and kissed him hard on the lips. Sliding his tongue inside of his Harry's mouth he explored and memorized every part of it.
Chocolate, it tasted like milk chocolate. He moaned and stroked Harry's face.
"Getting horny on an unconscious boy?" A voice sneered behind him. The vampire came up for air and ran his thumb over Harry's cheek bone. With one last kiss he turned and looked down at Snape.
"Yes I am." With that he turned and stormed toward the doors.
"Send my greetings to your whore,Pierce." Snape said smirking. The other vampire turned around slowly.
"She means nothing to me, nothing but a good fuck. The only reason I haven't killed her yet is because I was with Harry." He turned to leave but Snape stopped him.
"Why were you even with her in the first place?" Without turning around he spoke.
"Why do you think she looks like Harry? I wouldn't rape a five year old boy...would you?" Snape's eyes widened in realization.
"You mean you knew when Harry was that young that he was your mate?"
"Yeah, I couldn't do anything to him so I took it out on her. Now that Harry is older I can do what I wish to him. But I can't now can I? You and Dumbledore took him away from me. Don't worry though, I'll have him soon."
"He is too young for what you want to do with him." Lucas continued to walk slowly toward the door.
"Believe me, he isn't. I waited with patience now it's my turn." He stepped out of the door and disappeared.
"Remember who he belongs to." A voice floated through the room.