A/N: So I was looking at the last time I updated and I almost cried. It's been what? Four months??? I'm so SORRY. I am sixteen and school started…you know what that means don't you? Driver's license, ACT/SAT studying, lots of homework… errr, I'm sorry you guys. I wont blame anyone who quit this story. BUT I have decided that I will not post another update until I am completely done with Turmoil. Trust me, I wont take forever in updating this.
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Previously:
Anger surged through Harry. What the hell was he playing at? What happened about last night? Surely he was mad he left for Hermione, but would he cheat on him like this every time he got made at him?
The man was playing games with him and he hated it.
"How original, The Vampire whore fucking the Slytherin slut." A voice purred in his ear mockingly.
Harry whirled around to look up into red eyes.
Chapter 10: New Vampire in Hogwarts
Harry whirled around to look up into red eyes,
"You." Harry hissed. He was about to say more until the man's spidery hand covered his mouth and the bigger dragged him into a room that ironically was unused and dark.
With a small flick of his hand, a single candle lit the room and he turned his attention back toward Harry.
"Long time no see, Potter." Harry gripped his wand inside his pocket and glared at the man in front of him.
"Voldemort." A cold chuckle floated through the room.
"No need to fear me, Harry. Dumbledore had forbid me to talk to you alone, but when have I ever listened to that old man?" Seeing that Dumbledore let Voldemort in Hogwarts for a reason, Harry relaxed and lowered his wand but it was still ready for an unexpected attack.
"What are you doing here?" The Dark Wizard looked at his long fingernails and sighed.
"Always to the point aren't you, Potter? Yes, well, things have changed dramatically. Apparently there is a new prophecy out there. And you would never believe who the two main subjects are. Any guesses?" Voldemort, seeing that Harry was not at all in the mood for games, continued.
"You and I are the key players. So naturally Dumbledore thought he could keep an eye on me if I taught here. The new prophecy requires you and I on the same side, therefore I will be training you." He paused and gave a dry chuckle.
"Lucky you." Harry stood there dumbstruck. How could something change this fast?
"Wait a minute. First off, how could you just change that fast? Weren't you just at the attack at my relatives house? And what is this new prophecy?" Harry demanded, getting frustrated. Why couldn't Dumbledore tell him things!?
Voldemort sat upon a desk crossed legged; facing Harry and studying him. "That is false Mr. Potter. I was never at the attack on your relatives. In fact, I was aiding in the attack at the graveyard. And as far as the Prophecy goes, trust me that you'll hear it soon enough."
Harry's mind was processing all the information he just received. He looked up and met blood red eyes that were examining him.
"Since we are on the same side now, I don't have to go out of my way and try to kill you. I have watched you for over sixteen years and I am very found of you, Harry. Maybe a little too much, but I find that you are a very talented, powerful, handsome, young man. Dumbledore appointed me your mentor, guardian, friend, lover, and companion for this year." He jumped off the desk and came up close to Harry, running a finger along his jaw line.
"And I intend to keep my promise of keeping you safe, untouched, and to train you." Harry felt goose bumps crawl their way up his neck as he kept his eye contact with the Dark Lord. Out of the corner of his vision he saw his black star charm light up in warning. Did that mean the dark lord was a vampire also?
A grunt came them man. "And no matter who Pierce is, he can't stop me." The Dark Lord whispered, touching the chocker. Harry glared and knocked Voldemort's hands away from his face and neck.
"You don't expect me to trust you that fast do you?" Harry hissed glaring at the older man. For being an evil Dark Lord he was sure taking this very calmly.
Voldemort gave a dry chuckle and stepped a little bit closer to Harry. "No, actually you're taking this better than I considered you would." In the dark he saw the man smirk as Harry tried the locked door from behind his back.
"Really? How did you expect me to act?" Harry growled out leaning against the door away from the man.
"Simple." He purred respecting the distance between himself and Harry. "Cry and scream your way to Dumbledore. Demand him to send me away." Harry opened his mouth to argue but snapped it shut as he thought how true that prediction was, if it was a year ago.
"But, like I've said. I've been observing you, noticing that you've grown more mature." As Harry turned his head to the side he saw the appearance of Voldemort by the dimly lit candle.
As his hood was down a layer of thick black hair feel down slightly passed his shoulders in soft waves, his skin was pale yet his features were human. Except for the eyes which were still bloody red.
In fact he and Lucas resembled each other slightly, and as Harry stood in front of old Voldie he noticed how short he- himself was. Voldemort was bloody tall, rivaling Lucas soaring height. The height must be a vampire thing. As he thought about that his stomach turned at the sight he saw earlier in the hallway.
"It's been such a pleasure talking with you, Voldemort, but I need to get to potion's class." The man or rather Slytherin Vampire pulled his hood up and walked closer to Harry stopping inches away.
"Call me Professor Riddle in public Harry. When it's just you and me, you may call me Tom." He breathed, touching Harry's cheekbone. "But master would sound very nice coming from your mouth." Tom smirked; he loved making Harry all flustered.
A half hearted snort came from Harry, but he couldn't concentrate enough to come up with an angry come-back. The long, pale fingers felt heavenly on his skin, secretly yearning for more… wait…what the bloody hell was he thinking? This was Lord Voldemort and he was Lucas' mate.
But seeing him with Pansy made him hesitate in his beliefs. Was Lucas doing all this to make him come crawling back?
He slapped the Dark Lord's hand away.
"Don't touch me, Professor." The man chuckled quietly in the safety of his hood.
"Just as a warning, love, you should get used to my touch. During the next year I will be working with you nonstop that you will be sick of my beautiful face and I trust you will respect me, as I you. My touch will be the least of your worries. For now I will be laying ground rules for you." Harry made a noise of rejection in his throat until Tom held up a hand and snapped the young man's jaw shut.
"You will meet me in the old man's office after dinner. Not before, not ten minutes after, but right after you place that spoon full of chocolate pudding you love so much in your mouth-," Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "I am strict on punctuation, if you are ever late I will come hunt you down and make you wish you were early." His eyes bored into Harry's making the younger wizard know that the Dark Lord was not fibbing.
"Do you understand, Mr. Potter?" Harry nodded once, glaring at the man in front of him. The younger wizard glanced down at his watch and grimaced. He was at least twenty minutes late to potions.
"Come. I'll walk you down to the potion's classroom." He strolled past Harry out of the room, with his robes whipping up around him as he walked.
"Well? Come on then, child. Hurry up." Ignoring the title, he caught up with the man easily while swinging his school bag over his shoulder.
"I want you to pay attention in your classes this year. Do your homework every night and stay away from distractions such as Girl or Boyfriends. They are children; they want nothing from you, only your fame or to get in your pants." Crimson stains appeared on his tanned cheeks. The older wizard smirked while he faced ahead as if knowing Harry would be flustered by this comment.
"And as far as that Poof Prince, he is just playing the game of jealousy with you. Which I might add is working great on you." Red eyes glanced sideways at the boy. "It does not satisfy him to fuck others. All he wants is you. So it should not be of any concern to you that he is playing with a Slytherin whore." His voice held something… bitterness? Harry couldn't put a finger on it but Voldemort did tell the truth.
They reached the dungeons and Voldemort threw open the door non to gently. Slytherin and Gryffindors whirled around to stare at whoever dared to interrupt Professor Severus Snape in a lecture.
Harry caught eyes with many giggling girls and he looked away remembering what Voldemort had said. His eyes looked over at Lucas who in return was glaring heatedly at Tom.
"Excuse us, Severus, but you must excuse Mr. Potter for being late. I was requesting a word with him." Snape nodded with his eyes on Harry.
"Take a seat, Mr. Potter." Harry glanced quickly at a retreating Voldemort then made his way to the far corner next to Hermione.
Once the class had quieted down once more, Snape continued his long speech about some type of potion, resulting in student's hands to cramp up at all the writing.
During all this, Harry's mind started to wander. His hand started to stroke his chocker out of habit when he started to daydream. The charm sent pleasurable vibrations through Harry's body and his emerald eyes slid slowly over to his Vampire friend…or mate?
He really was handsome. Stunning actually. A dark glowing aura rolled off him in calming waves. His usual short spiky hair was now down to his shoulders in chocolate colored curls with black low-lights. His pale skin glew in the dark dungeon room and his mouth was set in a small frown as he wrote notes on his parchment. His eyebrows were arched richly over his bright, unique purple eyes. He looked exactly like a Prince should be…especially with the sparkling ring, necklace and the shining diamond earring in his left ear. (A/N: Yes…he does
sound feminine, but he isn't. He is all masculine. Trust me on that.)
As if sensing his thoughts, a small smirk appeared on his face and purple met emerald slowly. Before they got too caught up with their staring contest an elbow connected to his ribs and a paper was shoved into his face.
"Did you hear that, Harry?" Hermione asked excitingly, pointing to her notes.
"Er…no?" His eyes went toward disappointed brown eyes.
"You should be paying more attention in class Harry." Her statement reminded him of Voldemort's warning.
"As I was saying, Snape is assigning us a very, very explosive potion. I'm surprised he's letting us do it." Harry looked at Hermione with his eyebrow raised.
"Really?" He asked, not really paying attention to her. Instead his eyes landed on Neville Longbottom.
"Hermione, how did Neville get into NEWT level potions?" The young Gryffindor women looked over at the plump boy.
"He said he received an O in the O.W.L.s, but he always makes a fool of himself whenever Snape breaths down his neck." Harry frowned and watched as Snape wrote the ingredients on the board.
"What potion are we making?" Hermione glared at him and Harry made an innocent face.
"What?" She shook her head but explained it anyway.
"It's called the Red Death potion. The color is onyx after it is finished. You can throw it at anything, causing it to explode." Harry frowned.
"Like a muggle bomb?" Hermione opened her mouth to give a lengthy answer but was thankfully cut off by Snape.
"You will be partnered up in three's for this project." The students all groaned, knowing full well that Snape loved to pair unlikely students together.
A small smirk appeared on the Professor's face as he listed off the names from his list. Harry couldn't help as a smile of his own came out. He had to admit that Snape had a dry…sometimes sick sense of humor.
"…Potter, Malfoy and Longbottom." Make that a sick sense of humor. Harry's green eyes locked with silver. A slight nod came from Draco and Harry made his way over with Neville behind him.
Unfortunately Neville wasn't the most graceful person, so as his shoelace got in the way of his stride, he rammed into Harry's back causing the raven haired wizard to land in awaiting arms.
The blonde smirked as a flush rushed to Harry's cheeks and his long pale arms tightened their hold around Harry's waist.
"That's twice I saved your pretty little face, Potter." The Potter heir cleared his throat as he exited Drac…Malfoy's arms.
"Thank you, Malfoy." He mumbled, turning around to help up Neville off the floor. Eyes burned into his skull and he turned to see Lucas flirting with Pansy, eyes anywhere but on Harry. The young wizard couldn't help but notice the angry flush on the Vampire's cheeks. He turned away abruptly as Lucas started to suck on the slut's neck.
"Longbottom, go get the ingredients. I hope you can handle that." Once Neville turned, Draco sneered. "And don't trip on the way back." He said under his breath.
A chuckle came from Harry's mouth. "You don't have to be an ass all the time, Malfoy." The blonde turned his eyes toward Harry and gave a small smirk.
"Of course I do Potter. I'm a Slytherin, the Ice Prince. Longbottom is as uncoordinated as a flobber worm, a little criticism wont hurt." He stood a foot away from the shorter wizard, causing Harry to get flustered yet again.
They locked eyes, silently challenging each other to a staring contest until a voice startled them apart. Well at least Harry, while Draco kept his stare on the green eyed boy.
"I- I gathered the ingredients." He looked between Harry and Draco and shakily put the ingredients on the table.
"Put the caldron on medium Potter. Longbottom put in the skinned shrooms and stir clockwise, which is the way the clock moves." Malfoy spat sarcastically.
Not seconds later a large crash was heard and both Draco and Harry turned to see Neville standing over spilt lavender seeds. As usual Malfoy lashed out on the poor wizard, while Harry turned back to the supply room to get more seeds.
Mysterious things peeked out at him in the dark room as he made his way over to the darker corner. He took out the ladle and poured out a half of a cup of seeds.
After making sure he had the right amount, he turned and bumped into a solid chest.
His eyes slid up to glowing purple eyes, curtained by silky curly hair.
"Lucas." He whispered softly. The cup of lavender seeds were taken from his hand and he looked up at the man with confusion.
"Lucas…what are you doi-," The Vampire put his finger up to Harry's lips and gently caressed his cheek.
Leaning down, he captured Harry's lips to his, with such a gentle caress. Before Harry knew what had happened it ended and Lucas turned around, setting the potion ingredients in his mate's hands.
A look of confusion settled on Harry's face as he looked after the Vampire. He had no idea what just occurred right now. One minute…err… he didn't even want to think about this right now.
Shaking his head he exited after and returned to Malfoy who was still muttering things under his breath toward Neville.
Once his eyes caught with Harry's, he straightened up. "What was the Slytherin Slut doing to you?" The blonde sneered cutting his butterfly wings into pieces.
Neville looked up from his writing observations, eyes floating between Draco, Harry, and Lucas.
Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. Lucas had been here a total of what? Two days? One?
"Slytherin Slut? He's only been here for a day, Malfoy. How did he already receive that title?" His vivid green eyes looked over at Lucas who was bending over his caldron, purple eyes narrowed in concentration with neat curls flying in his eyes.
The young wizard ran his hand threw his own messy locks. "Just stay away from him, Potter. I don't want to save your ass three times." Draco growled, stirring the potion heatedly.
After studying the blonde for awhile, it finally dawned on him. Malfoy probably found out he was a Vampire. Even though the scene last night should have revealed Lucas as a Vampire, not everyone saw the man's fangs or how he swept Harry off his feet.
"I'll try Malfoy." He paused to smirk. "I had no idea you cared." He ignored Draco whirling around to glare at him as he smashed his seeds.
"Of course I don't Potter!" Even if his voice was full of hatred and scorn, he had no other explanation why Draco would warn him of Lucas.
"Hmm." He and Draco worked on the potion the rest of the hour with Neville writing down the interpretations.
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The day had gone by fast, classes going by in a blur and dinner was serving already. Hermione and he were making their way down to the Great Hall with many things on his mind.
The first thing that kept nagging him was a certain red headed companion. He missed the other terribly…he had to visit him sometime soon in the hospital. Things were getting unbearable with Hermione. Yes he loved her dearly, but sometimes her study hours were out of control.
Then his thoughts turned to Lucas, he didn't even know what to think about the Vampire. One minute he was gazing at Harry longingly, the next he was sticking his tongue down Pansy's throat. If Lucas really did want to start something with
Harry, he was showing a very humorous way of showing it.
Of course his thoughts strayed toward Riddle, or should he say Professor Riddle?
He didn't trust him, and if Dumbledore did he would unfortunately have to get used to the ex Dark Lord's presence. If Voldemort was so willing to leave everything behind for a prophecy, than it had to be important.
Looking up at the ceiling, he wondered what the 'ground rules' were with Riddle.
He didn't even have DADA today, but the rumor was he was strict. Almost as strict as Snape himself.
Harry glanced over at Hermione who was digging through her bag. She was much quieter now that Ron was in his comma. Ginny was the same as Hermione, quiet and collected.
His thoughts were knocked out as he saw a couple making out in the hallway right in front of the Great Hall. His fists clenched, it was Lucas yet again. He knew mating season was close, but this was unbelievable. It was like the man made-out whenever Harry came around.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, mouth open wide. With a shake of her head she cleared her throat loudly and Harry's mouth turned into a small smile at his friend's actions, but it turned into a scowl as the two turned around.
"You don't have to show how sluttish you are in the hallway Parkinson.
Especially right in front of the dinner hall, people might loose their supper." Lucas' eyes immediately went to Harry, but the young wizard was glaring at a spot just above their heads.
"You're just jealous. You probably couldn't even get one man to even glance at you. The only one that would even touch you is lying in a bed, weak by his fat mother's death. You're nothing but an ugly mudblood." Hermione gave a startled, angry cry grabbing for her wand just as Pansy was about to curse her.
The red spell came rushing toward Hermione who wasn't ready to reflect it, instead Harry grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her away from the curses path. The short wizard then stepped in front of her protectively, pointing his own wand at Pansy.
"And you are nothing but a whore, who spreads legs out for anything on two legs!
The only man who touches you is not better himself! You're used goods, something a worthy man wouldn't even consider coming within distance of." Harry hissed out and Hermione gave a glance toward Lucas whose face was blank. She couldn't help but to beam at Harry's great words. The Truth.
It was short lived as a large slap echoed through-out the hall and Harry touched his stinging cheek with a small smirk on his face.
"Why Pansy are you afraid of the truth? You are just proving my point." The girl was all flustered and growled at Harry.
"You half-blood bastard! You are such a-," She was cut off by Lucas nailing her across the face, landing roughly on the floor unconscious.
Hermione gasped while Harry gripped her arm and pulled her into the Great Hall, quickly making their toward the end of the Gryffindor table. Hermione put her head close to Harry's with tears in her eyes.
"I hate her, Harry. But I don't want her hurt…is she…is she ok?"
"She will be fine Hermione. Lucas wouldn't do severe damage." Harry spoke confidently, trying to convince himself. After his words she calmed down considerably.
"That was wicked Harry. I never thought you would say such things." She gave a smile and turned uncertain eyes toward her friend. "It is kind of sweet if you think about it." With Harry's questioning glance she expanded.
"How he stuck up for you, like in a protective manner." An eyebrow rose in her direction, but he dismissed it as he saw the Vampire enter the Great Hall. His purple eyes surveyed the Gryffindor table until they rested on Harry. The young wizard quickly ducked his head behind Hermione who was sitting across from him, in Lucas' line of vision.
Scooping herself some green beans, the young witch watched Harry's action with curiosity. "Harry, what are you-."
"Shhh! Lucas just walked in, don't look." Despite his warning, she turned around fully, leaving Harry in Lucas' line of view.
"Mione!" He growled, but stopped short as he found the man had disappeared from the entrance way.
Hermione turned back around and shook her head in Harry's direction. "He's not there. But you need to eat more vegetables…hopefully they may help you grow."
Harry blushed in anger and scowled as she plopped a spoonful of soggy beans on his plate. His eyes widened in horror as she brought another spoonful down on his plate.
Just as she was putting the spoon back into the bowl for another serving Harry shook his head passionately.
"NO! No more, this is all I can handle." He put up his hands in surrender and
Hermione rolled her eyes, scooping up another helping.
"Harry you look like you've never even had any vegetables in your life. What is three spoonfuls going to do to you? Add a few inches?" She looked up but immediately slammed the spoon in the bowl causing pieces of beans to fly onto Harry.
"Hermione!" He looked up at the girl to see her glancing fearfully behind him.
"Yes Harry, eat your green beans. I've heard they will richen up your blood." A rich velvet voice whispered in his ear, long soft fingers brushed the nape of his neck in a gentle caress. Shivers went up Harry's spin and he felt the man stand directly behind him, pressing his lower body against Harry's back.
Hermione cleared her throat and gave a small smile.
"Hello Mr. Pierce. Why- why don't you sit down?" Harry glared intensely at her, but she paid no kneed to Harry. In fact she seemed like she was daydreaming while looking at the Vampire. Like a trance.
"I'll be delighted to." His fingers slid across Harry's neck from below his right ear, his very sensitive spot. A loud snort issued from Harry's mouth and he jumped in his seat in laughter.
He calmed down when he saw people turning in their seats to see what the problem was. Sitting up straighter, he cleared his throat and looked at his plate ignoring the amused stare he was receiving from Lucas.
"It would seem Harry has a sensitive spot…Maybe I should see if I can discover more?" His breath was husky with the thought of searching Harry's body. A flush came up on Harry's cheeks and he played with the soggy beans he had no intention of eating… but that chocolate pudding sure did look good.
"Oh, he has another sensitive spot on his-,"
"Hermione!" Harry growled out in horror. She gave an apologetic smile but turned her dream like stare toward Lucas again.
"How are your classes going, Lucas?" Turning his vivid purple eyes to her he replied in a bored tone.
"They are nothing special, nothing I haven't learned already." There was an awkward silence and Harry watched in suspicion as Lucas paused if thinking then a small predatory smile took over his face as he leaned toward Hermione turning on his charm.
"I'm truly sorry you had to witness that scene in the hallway, Ms. Granger. And of course that incident this summer." Harry frowned, what was he playing at? He saw Hermione blush fiercely and she nodded.
"Apology accepted." Lucas leaned over and gave her a peck on her cheek.
"Thank you." As Lucas prepared himself a plate of dinner, Harry watched as
Hermione smiled dreamily at Lucas. He didn't know why but something knotted in his stomach at that scene. He kept telling himself he didn't care Lucas didn't apologize to him, or that Hermione kept glancing lustfully in his direction.
Harry ate in silence as Lucas and Hermione chatted about different types of Vampires, not once involving him in the conversation.
Once desert came Dumbledore stood up, pulling a powerful aura around himself.
"Good evening students and Professors. I hope first days of classes weren't to stressful. I have been giving a request from an anonymous student that they wish to have a Halloween dance." Murmurs flew across the hall, and many girls started chatting loudly.
"Hush children." After a couple of seconds the Hall dimmed down and Dumbledore continued. "The dress code will be muggle" Many people groaned but Dumbledore continued yet again.
"You will dress in costumes that muggles would pick for Halloween. Be creative!
The dance will be on Halloween night at 7:00 in the Great Hall. Thank you." With that he sat back down causing excited chatting to go through the hall.
Harry grimaced and saw Lucas look over at Hermione, a smile coming to his face.
"Would you like to go to the dance with me, Hermione?" Harry froze and watched as she didn't even glance at Harry.
"I would love to, Lucas." Harry's breath stopped as he got up angrily.
"I- I have to go to Dumbledore's office." Without waiting for a reply, he stalked away, not seeing the purple eyes watch him retreat longingly.
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Lucas knew what he was doing but he couldn't bare the sharp pain of guilt in his chest. Obviously, Harry didn't even stir when he was with Pansy. But Hermione would definitely cause Harry to make a move. It was his mate's best friend, a great asset in his game.
The young witch was smart, but very woeful causing her to fall head over heels for him. Not to mention his Vampire attraction worked deliciously on a mudblood. She was very unattractive, and extremely annoying to Lucas…although everyone
Lucas looked at was unattractive but Harry.
His purple eyes looked over at Hermione who was blushing madly. He wished Harry was this easy, but he knew part of him loved a challenge and Harry was definitely a dispute. But in time he would have his mate…after all he always got what he wanted.
Plus mating season was in less than a month and Hermione smelt like his mate, making it easier to shag her.
Movement caught his attention and he turned to see Dumbledore leaving along with-, Lucas narrowed his eyes, Riddle. That man was trouble and he didn't see why Dumbledore trusted him.
The two exited the hall together… together. Harry said he was meeting with Dumbledore, could he also be meeting with Riddle? He stood up abruptly and gave an excuse toward Hermione about homework.
Once out of the hall, he used his talents…or what others would say as Vampire powers, and ran towards Dumbledore's office. He reached the top step just before Harry did.
"What are you doing here?"
IMPORTANT PLEASE READ:
Many of you have been complaining about Lucas. Let me just tell you that Lucas is NOT the type of Vampire who gives out roses and chocolates. Ha, far from that.
Lucas is a bad ass; he doesn't give a shit for anyone, no one, nothing, except for his mate and Grandfather. He plays with other people and he enjoys it. He enjoys murdering and blood.
Forewarning, once he is with Harry… yes they will eventually get together… once he is with Harry he will not cheat on him, he will treat him as a God. He will pay no attention or care for Harry's friends. If he has any friends left… haha.
You will learn more about Vampires, or Blended Vampires through-out this story.
THANKS EVERYONE FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!