AN: FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY, THE TIME LINE FOR THE SUMMER BEFORE HARRY'S THIRD YEAR HAS BEEN CHANGED. AS OF NOW SIRIUS BLACK ESCAPES AZCABAN AT THE END OF JUNE (RATHER THAN JULY), AND THE WEEKLONG VISIT OF AUNT MARGE RUNS FROM JULY FIRST TO JULY SEVENTH (RATHER THAN IN AUGUST) AND LASTLY THE WEASLY'S LEFT FOR EGYPT WITHIN A WEEK OF HOWGWARTS LETTING OUT FOR THE YEAR. ALL OTHER DATES AND TIMES ARE STILL ACCURATE AND REFLECTED IN THE TIMELINE! Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rowling's Harry Potter universe, Jim Butchers Vampire Courts, White Wolfs Vampire clan's, or Stephenie Meyer's Twilight, or any similarities there in of any of these.
Please see Author's note at bottom of page after reading if you like!
Blackened Soul
To this very day Harry has no memory of why he had left his home, the memory of what had occurred that fateful night was a black haze of sounds, lights, and feelings… first and foremost was the feeling of pain that surged through him. Oh, he had been told the details by others… but it wasn't the same as remembering.
He remembered walking out of his aunt and uncles home of four Privet Drive in Surry, angry over something, his wand clutched in his left hand, his right hand dragging his school trunk behind him. Pounding with each step he marched, making several blocks before he stopped to think and rest, intent on getting away.
He remembered his so called plan, using his father's invisibility cloak, casting magic on his trunk and flying to the Burrow… But then things went all… strange.
He heard a growl from between two houses, turned and raised his wand to defend himself. All he saw then were the two black eyes, reflecting the light of the lamps. He didn't even have a second to look at the thing before it charged him, pouncing on him and throwing him to the ground faster than he thought possible.
Vaguely he remembered a single thought, the last though outside of pain he would have for the next three days; Vampire!
While he could think of nothing else he did remember afterwards a few things: a loud banging and a bright light, a young man yelling… another man jumping down beside him, raising his head to look at him and his wound… swearing… lots of swearing, especially from the young man who helped pull him onto the… bus, he knew there was more to it but the memory wasn't there.
After that he remembered looking out, seeing flashes of light, even a full five seconds when he lifted his head and stared at the inside of the bus absently, his pain being too great and his body practically moving on its own: no doubt looking for the snitch. To say it had been a strange memory was an understatement at best. A nearly empty double Decker bus that had beds on wheels instead of seats, while parliament and half of the London night scene passed through the windows to either side and his head resting on the lap of somebody he was sure he didn't know.
After years and years of agony he remembered being jostled, a woman screaming, "Another one!" and then after what felt like seconds someone saying his name, this time sounding oddly familiar, "Potter?"
Lights moved by, he could feel the magic moving him, though he thought nothing of it at the time. The last thing he remembered was his head hitting something soft, its touch like a torch being shoved into the back of his head, and more pain, pain that would make strong men cry, make hardened women shatter like they were porcelain, and have children who know not the cruelty of the world begging for death.
And just like it came, it ended, the pain was gone, though the memory of it still left the boy shaking and clutching his head.
Slowly he pushed the memory away from his thoughts, opening his eyes for the first time. Sitting up he looked around, picking out small details about the room, as Spartan as it was, absently noting that while the room was dark nothing seemed to be hidden by shadows, as if there was a glow from nowhere and everywhere all at once.
"Magic…" he muttered, rationalizing what he saw looking at a table, a bed, plain black stone walls, and a door with what looked like a sliding eye whole in it, reminding him of stories of American Speak-Easys.
He tried to remember why he was here, coming up blank, more importantly coming up blank on where here was. Like a waterfall though he did remember one detail of the night before… was it yesterday? Longer? 'Vampire!'
That he clearly remembered, rubbing his neck to feel for a bite of some sort that a vampire would leave, feeling none on either side of his neck, though wincing with the memory the bite had caused.
Turning swiftly he looked towards the door, only realizing after he moved that he had heard footsteps. Watching the door he stopped moving, not even noting that his chest stopped rising and falling, or that he could not feel or hear his blood flowing as one often can while stressed or staying still.
In truth he didn't feel stressed, not in the slightest.
Quickly and silently the rectangular eye hole opened up, giving Harry the sight of a man's eyes, blue and merry, seeming to sparkle with an inner light, unlike his headmaster's whose twinkled mysteriously… there was a very big difference between sparkle and twinkle, he would learn…
"Ah! Your awake, good, good, good!" said the man, his smile practically visible through his eyes. Opening the door silently he walking in, completely at ease and relaxed, Harry's eye's having a hard time following him, seeming as if the man really wasn't there.
He did see the man though, taking in his dark blue robes and dull blond gray hair, a completely gray goatee at the end of his thin face. Harry couldn't help but feel relaxed by his presence, releasing the breath he had been holding.
Standing up straight the man preened, as if he were an owl, introducing himself, "Hello there, my name is Nicolas, you are in my home on the shores of Whales. I brought you here three nights ago, Mister Potter," Harry was hardly surprised that the man knew his name, after three days of having him laying here he would be insulted if they didn't know, "you were attacked. Tell me young man, what can you remember from that night?"
Blinking at the man a few times he opened his mouth, speaking without hesitation, "Vampire. That's the only thing I can remember. You said I was attacked?" Nicolas nodded once, his oddly jovial face seeming grim at the same time, "Then you cured me, right, I mean, if there bite's what makes a person a vampire? I don't know all that much about vampires." Looking up he was expecting another nod… he was disappointed in that regard.
"No." the man said bluntly, "Unfortunately there is no cure for the vampire venom that you were afflicted with. Would you like me to explain vampires to you before I go into detail about what happened to you?" he asked, getting an affirmative from the raven haired teen.
Pulling free his wand the man conjured a chair beckoning for the boy to sit at the end of the bed by him. For a minute the man stared at Harry, wondering where to start, "Well, for starts you need to know that vampire's are not a single race, as some would have you believe, they are three different races, each equal, powerful, and terrible, to some extent. The difference between them is minor, yet still very important: Magic and their inner demon's."
"For simplicities sake I shall break them into the three C's: Clan's, Courts, and Coven's. Vampires of the Clan's are the first and most well known to Wizards. Their blood is full of magic that is unique to them and very powerful. As such though they are burdened by not having the ability to use human magic at all. Nor do they have the strongest physical abilities of the three, though they are a still much stronger than humans, they must use their magic and blood to give them such abilities. Also they possess a craving for blood that they must either fill or die. That is the first part of their beast. Furthermore is that their monster sits close to the surface and is repelled by fire, sun, and magic. I knew immediately that you could not be of the Clans though; their changing is much more… Ritualistic."
Looking up he peered at Harry, noting that the boy was still, taking all the information in, strangely calm. He only continued when the boy nodded to him, "The Courts are easily the most common and weakest of the three. They are, on the outside, human, with two of the four courts being able to go out into the sun like normal humans. In addition they are able to use human magic as well, having their beasts hidden deep within themselves. That is not to say, though, that they do not feel the pull of their inner demon's. In fact the two courts that are able to mix with humans during the day have a harder time than nearly all other vampires… nearly. Once again I know that it was not the courts that bit you: The monsters that make up the Red Court are very noticeable when they feed and you would not, simply put, be in once piece if it were the Black Court."
Once again the boy just seemed to stare ahead, looking at Nicolas strangely, before he actually spoke, His voice broken as if he wished he could cry, though no tears would come to him, "So then I am…. Of the Coven's then?"
The older man nodded, giving a pitying look at the boy, "Yes… the least common and most dangerous of all three species of vampire. You will be stronger, faster, more aware, quicker to analyze, and have sharper senses. As of right now you are at the top of the food chain, the strongest type of creature on the planet, one on one, save perhaps a dragon, werewolves, or the elders of the other vampires. What more is that unlike the other two, one having its own brand of magic and the other having access to normal wizardry, Coven Vampires have… well, I guess you can call it a jumpstart. The abilities and traits you had when you were human will be present and stronger than they were before. Unfortunately this comes at a cost. You will crave blood like no other, the longer you go without it the stronger you become, the more you will lose control. Superhuman strength and speed means you can do a lot of damage."
With a resigned sigh he said the last thing about the Coven vampires for the moment, "Last is the fact that coven vampires must kill their prey, should they not and the victim is human it shall become like them, one of the damned."
By this point Harry's body was wracked by unanswered sobs, trying to cry, though his body would not, shedding no tears. In fact he felt disgusted, he had cried before and his body wasn't reacting to what he was feeling at all: his mouth was perfectly moist, not to wet not dry at all, his eyes were dry, he felt no tingling, no aggravation at all, and the fact that he didn't feel sick after hearing all of that was the worst. His body suddenly felt foreign, not reacting at all like expecting it too, not doing what he wanted it to do.
Right then and there he admitted something to himself that he wished wasn't true but knew was: he was no longer human.
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Four days straight Harry laid in that bed, learning more about his body while weeping as best he could over what he had become.
The first thing he learned was that he no longer slept, something that he was actually quite grateful for. He could only guess the terrors that would have waited for him in the land of dreams. Another was that he no longer got hungry, only a terrible thirst that horrified him. It horrified him because he knew what it was he thirsted for: Blood.
He didn't know how he would do it, kill humans for their blood, and become a monster worst than Voldemort ever could. Twice each of those days Nicolas stopped by, giving the boy a bottle with a dark red liquid in it. At the end of the fourth day Harry finally decided to end his hibernation, asking the man where he had gotten the blood from.
As normal Nicolas entered as he always did, sliding the peek hole to look in first and then opening the door, the same large glass bottle of blood in his hands as he had earlier. The difference was that now Harry sat on the edge of his bed, eyes closed as he waited for the man.
"Good evening Harry!" he said in his normally happy voice, offering the bottle to the boy, "How are you doing? Are you ready to come out yet? I have some people here who you may be interested in meeting and there is much I need to teach and introduce you to."
Unlike the other time he had come into the room the boy answered him with a positive, "Yes… I think I'll have to come out any way." Taking the bottle he put it to his lips and started drinking deeply. It wasn't the greatest tasting thing in the universe, yet it was oddly satisfying, "What exactly is this stuff anyway?" he asked pulling a half emptied bottle from his lips, "I can't really think that you go out and kill people on a nightly basis just to feed me."
Nicolas actually chuckled at this, motioning the boy to keep drinking, "Harry, my boy, you are going off the assumption that A) I am human, B)I am not a dark wizard, and C) that I don't have a stock of humans locked in the basement ready for experiments at a moment's notice."
To his credit Harry didn't drop his dinner when he heard this last point, though he did end up spitting the blood back into the bottle from shock, "What?!" he asked incredulously, "Why would I ever suspect that!?" though by the time he was done saying this Nick was already laughing.
"Good, good, the transformation hasn't affected your emotions too badly it seems. And no, I am human, I consider myself more of a grey wizard, and I don't have any people stored away for experiments… well except for the others." He mumbled this last part but was easily overheard by Harry.
The boy just stared at the man for a few seconds before handing back an empty bottle, "What others? Who exactly are you anyways? And unless you have a vat of human blood laying around what exactly have I been drinking?" staring at the man he looked him up and down once for good measure, making sure he hadn't missed any details about the man, "And if I'm a vampire why haven't I tried attacking you yet? You spoke the other day about my "monster" that I would have to deal with, but I don't feel anything of the sort right now. I just feel… normal, which is strange enough for me, I'm not entirely sure I was normal to begin with, making becoming a monster a little easier… that and the fact that I was a wizard."
The man just kept smiling, "Come walk with me through the manor and I shall answer all of your questions. For starters my name is Nicolas Flamel." The boys head would have snapped up fast enough to cause whip lash if he hadn't already been looking at the man. As it was his eyes widened amazingly, "Ah, yes, you did a little research on me during your first year at Hogwarts, Albus told me all about that when he called to tell me of the stones destruction." There was a smug smile on the man's face when he mentioned that.
"To tell you of the stones destruction? But he had said you two agreed that the destruction of the Philosophers Stone was for the best!"
"Ah, is that what he told you? Well you see it might have been true save one or two little facts. First being that he hates for others to have power he does not: he was unable to brew an Elixir of Life with the Stone, since he could not then he most likely believed that I should not. A foolish thing in the end, since I can easily make another stone in a matter of hours, but it would follow with who Dumbledore is. Though the fact that he said one of the students had destroyed it…"
For the first time that Harry could remember he was beyond angry. That his headmaster would be so petty, be willing to kill an old friend like Mr. Flamel, be willing to try and use the same stone that he was keeping away from the dark lord, to blame a student for-
"Excuse me, but did you just say he tried to blame a student for the stone's destruction?" he prayed that his theory was wrong.
The old Alchemist smiled, "You catch on fast Harry, very good!" he said as if he were talking to a student, "Yes, he told me that you were the one to destroy the stone. It was an accident of course, but not to blame Mr. Potter for his actions." Seeing the darkening of Harry's face he chuckled, "Oh, don't fret it, its not like he actually made me think less of you. Besides, he never had the stone to begin with." Quickly he carried on, answering Harry before the question could even make it to his face, "I gave the poor boy a fake stone, made him think that I actually trusted him with something that held the key to immortality. But alas, I fear we have started to stray off topic here, to your next question."
"Lets see, well I do have vats of blood laying around, dragon's blood to be a bit more precise. Its quite easy to come across actually, all you need is a dragon and plenty of blood replenishing potion to mix into its food. As for why you have not attacked me it is a combination of two things, one is the fact that I have taken measures to protect myself from vampires such as yourself, something I will be teaching you about, and two is the fact that I do not smell like a human, I smell like a vampire; comes with sleeping in the same bed as and living with a vampire for six hundred years."
"Living with a vampire? What exactly do you mean, is this some sort of vampire safe haven?" he asked having more and more questions as the man rambled on.
"Well no, not at first. You see my wife Penny, she is the reason I created the Philosopher's Stone. When she was twenty she was bitten by a vampire, just as you yourself have… We were in love, a love that seemed impossible at the time. It took me twenty years, but eventually I created the Stone, freezing my body as it is that you see now. Six hundred years later though something strange has started to happen though." For one the happiness that was in his face had left.
"What's been happening sir?" he asked innocently enough, remembering that the man didn't say no straight out, that this was a safe haven for vampires, even if that's not what it had been.
"The answer to that ties in directly with the last of your initial questions. You see this all started in Egypt, a little less than three weeks ago." Harry remembered that Ron and his family had been in Egypt, likely they had just arrived at that time though, "A young British boy was attacked by a Clan vampire while he was touring a tomb with his family."
Harry was filled with dread as he connected dots in his head, "A Weasly?" he asked pathetically, getting a nod from the older man. He just hoped it wasn't Ron.
"Yes. Luck had it that I was in the area when they found his body, else the family would have dragged him into the sun to get him help. I was able to restrain him and took him with me when I left, assuring the family that he would be safe and taken care of… But that wasn't the end of things. Next was when I got a floo call from one of my great, great grandchildren who learned I was in the Isle's once more. I was told that one of his daughter's had killed someone, having drained the life force from them."
"Drained the life force?" he asked confused, both of them stopping to have the conversation.
"Indeed, while most vampires need blood, like you yourself, two of the Courts do not, the White Court uses emotions as a medium to draw out another person's essence, while the well hidden Jade Court draws on a person's magic, directly, sometimes not even needing to feed on a person if there is enough magic in the air. The man's wife had lied to him about her past and had passed on the vampiric powers of the White Court to his daughter. What is worse though that the man himself was descendent from a different branch of the White Court himself. The poor girl never stood a chance, with two different cursed lines from one of the Courts."
"So then the Courts are human enough to have children then?" he asked surprised, clearly knowing even less about vampires than he thought.
The man gave him a nod before going on, "Yes. I, naturally, took the girl in to prevent her from harming herself or others. But then everything started going wrong. Vampire attacks started occurring, more and more: a ministry official here, a pureblood heir there… the next came last week. I had started sending out people to help ward areas with alarms and protections, to stop attacks from occurring and to clean up when they did… Harry, You need to understand that the three species of vampires HATE one another on a political and biological level, they will no sooner agree to work with one another than end their own lives in some cases. The next attack that occurred left two young girls changed: One of the Black Court, a nearly extinct Court, and another by a Clan vampire. That they were both changed means that the clans and the Courts have been working together, something that could prove to be a terrible thing."
Fixing Harry with a look he said gravely, "Worse seems to be that they are only killing adults while changing the children. I no longer believe that my granddaughter just lucked out genetically."
Harry was quick on the uptake, thinking faster than he even realized, "You think someone did something? Somehow woke up her inner beast, brought her vampire heritage to the front?"
The blond man nodded before carrying on, "Yes, and it took the latest two victims to start seeing real conspiracies. The first was you, the heir to a prominent pure-blood family and the boy-who-lived at that and having been attacked and turned by the third and final group of vampires. Ironic actually, because I think they might have been trying to simply feed when they attacked you, not turn." At the boys confused look he explained, "Because, my boy, you were standing on an empty street and looked like a runaway rather than a wizard. Not exactly the typical pure blood that they have been attacking.
"No, it is the guest that came in while you were still turning, another girl just a year older than you, who started to change my mind about things. The girl, a Ms. Chang, was found outside the Diggory residence. When the alarms that I had set there went off I was able to respond quickly, finding the girl who was quite feral from some sort of potion and her recent vampirism coming to the surface. She brought to the table a third Vampire Court: the Jade Court. I know you may not understand it right now Harry, but the fact that a member of the Jade Court has become involved is quite frightening."
"Why is that? Aren't they more human than the other two Courts, and the Clan's?" he asked, starting to pick up some of the basics.
"Yes, they are, but they are vampires none the less. At that they are a Court that has oft refused to participate with the other Courts, sticking to the Orient where magic clings to the air and they are more well fed. From what I've been able to learn Ms. Chang is four generations away from her nearest relative in the Courts. She shouldn't be a vampire! Someone has used magic to bring the curse to the surface. What more is that they set it so that she would be right outside of another Pureblood home, where she could have killed someone else."
They were both silent as Nicolas led him deeper into the compound, Harry thinking over everything that had been said. It was all a lot to take in all at once.
Soon they had walked into a lab, potions brewing in the middle of the room while the walls of the place were covered in ingredients and gadgets of all kind. Well, all save one wall that had a very large vat of an oddly familiar red substance in it.
Harry walked forward and looked at it smiling, suddenly the reason why Flamel had discovered the uses for dragon's blood were much more obvious: they had to have some reason for all the blood in the place other than Penny got thirsty.
His attention strayed from that soon though, as the old man started tinkering with a rather large piece of black leather. Soon he was looking into a mirror, the sight before him holding his gaze in shock and awe.
He was… gorgeous! He had never thought of himself as vain, but he knew of his own flaws, that he was too skinny, that his hair was untamable, that he was too short for his age… but this. He had lost all the baby fat he might have had in his face, his features seemingly… perfected, it was hard to describe, the things that had looked bad before now looked like they belonged on the face of a sixteen year old Greek god of body cologne. His hair no longer seemed like a rats nest but roguishly untamable.
Lifting up his right arm he pulled back his baggy sweaters sleeve, noting that the shirt was no longer as baggy as it had been before. The arm was far from muscular, but it was defiantly wiry, and pale. Indeed his skin as a whole seemed paler, while his hair was all the darker. Turning away from the mirror he looked down at himself, much to Nicks amusement, noting that he was even taller than he had been, not much, but noticeable. He did spare one last look at the mirror, noting his eyes that shown with a bright gold as intense as the sun.
Harry looked to the older man for answers, getting a lecture in return while the man worked on the leather strap still. It was one of the fringe benefits for being turned by the Coven's, you became drop dead gorgeous and irresistible to the opposite sex. His very smell could be used as a weapon, attracting people to him. He was also warned though, that while others may be drawn to him they would be putting both themselves and him at risk. The smell of humans would draw his demon out, making it hungry… at this stage in his unlife the smell of human blood would drive him into an insane bloodfrenzy.
"Well then, here we are!" he said, pulling up the thin, long strap of leather, "Give me your arm boy, I need to wrap this around it and do a quick incantation that should help with that whole… eating people thing."
Giving the man his left arm he watched as he wrapped the black leather around it, talking in Latin as he did so, causing the leather to sink into the arm. When he was finally done the man explained what he had done.
"When Penny had first been changed it was… difficult for me to be around her, more than once she tried to attack me, but I was and am a powerful wizard. After a year I managed to develop the predecessor to this, which bound away my smell, preventing her from smelling me. It was effective enough for the moment, though that was before the start of industrialization. A few hundred years ago I developed this, a much more powerful version of her first restrictor. While she did not need it, I still developed many such methods to prevent attacks. This binds away your sense of smell, not that you'll need it, bringing it down to just over the human level."
It wasn't long after that that the older man turned in for the night. Immortal as he was he was human still.
That night… Day? Harry sat and started pondering over what Flamel had told him. A bunch of vampire attacks, from multiple Clan's and Court's, the fact that they were attacking purebloods. That he was now one of them. That thought brought on a whole new slew of questions:
Why were his eye's golden? Would he ever age again or would be stuck at thirteen forever? Maybe that wouldn't be too bad, though it didn't help that he had only just hit puberty when it happened. He looked older now, how would he explain that to his friends?... What about school!? Could he even use magic still? And what Flamel said about getting a 'jumpstart' to his natural abilities and traits?
He stopped and thought about that last one for a second. What were his natural abilities and traits?
Well… he was a natural on a broom, and same with his seeker skills… sooo, he might be faster or better reflexes? But he had already been told that. So maybe he would be even more observant than other vampires, have even faster reflexes.
Technically speaking he was also born with magic, a natural talent…… So he would have stronger magic than he did before? The old alchemist didn't say anything about that. In fact he never really put into perspective how large of a boost he would get physically… maybe he could do magic without a wand?
Then there was something else he had to think about: he was a Parselmouth. What would that develop into? Would he become more snake like? Maybe it would let him talk to more than just snakes? Well talking to a dragon might be fun.
For the first time in days Harry was surprised when the door to his room opened, revealing a beautiful young woman in his doorway. Her brown hair curled down around her face in an amazing manner, drawing his eyes, while the face seemed to almost radiate innocence and purity, not unlike that of a unicorn, as well as desire and lust, exactly like that of a veela.
Try as he might the boy couldn't pull his eyes away. And just like that it stopped, the pull he felt towards her, the emotions were still there, though they were no longer due to the woman's magic.
To his utter surprise he was already half way to her, not having noticed that he had gotten off the bed at all.
The girl just giggled, raising one eyebrow and bringing her hand up to her face in an innocent way, "Well, you are quite handsome, but Nick may not like the attention you are giving me." Putting out her delicate hand she introduced herself, "I am Perenelle Flamel, Nick's wife."
"Harry Potter." He said quickly, "I'm sorry about that I don't, I mean I-"
"Its alright!" she said gently, placing a hand forward for him to stop, "I understand perfectly. You are what we call a newborn, a vampire who has just been turned. Your instincts are still powerful and raw."
He didn't whether to be insulted or not, so he simple ignored it, "What can I help you with?"
Once more she grinned, "Nothing, I'm actually here to see if I can help you!"
He looked at her strangely, "Well, Mr. Flamel said you were a vampire but… how can you help me?"
She looked at him confused, "Mr. Potter, didn't Nick tell you, I am a Coven Vampire like yourself. I'm here to teach you and introduce you into our world. I'm here to show you what you are now. Follow me!" and with that she turned away and ran.
As soon as she took off Harry quickly followed after, amazed by what he saw an felt. The world flew by as the duo ran, his feet barely touched the ground and he was launched off with enough force to outrun the Hogwarts Express. Soon she burst through a door and the hall was filled with a blinding light… well it would have been blinding for any HUMAN that had seen it.
The light of the sun was beautiful, the world was suddenly filled with so many colors and images. So distracted was he that Harry barely noticed that Flamel had stopped until he was right on top of her, stopping from a full sprint to nothing with a foot to spare.
Now they were in the middle of an open field and Harry breathed in deep, drawing in scents of grass and dirt and tree's. He could hear everything all around him for miles and was even able to discern what each was after only a second apiece. The wind gently blew around him, embracing him in a way he had only ever felt when he was flying during quidditch. He could taste the very air, knew everything about it, where it had been, what flew in it, how moist it was.
Then there was the sight. He hadn't noticed until now, but he hadn't worn or needed his glasses at all, his eyes saw perfectly. From a hundred feet away he could make out every individual leaf on a tree, see the grooves of the bark on the tree's. Looking up he saw a bird, watching as it lifted and dropped its wings, able to see each feather as it flickered in the wind.
Bringing his eyes back down to earth level he turned to Penny to ask her about all of it and was blown away by what he saw. Her skin reflected the sun like a diamond with a million little facets. He actually reached out a hand to touch her when he saw his own skin was the same, as if millions of diamonds were right beneath his skin.
"This is part of our curse Harry. While we are stronger, faster, and more gifted than any other vampire on the face of the planet we are bound strongly to blood, needing it and craving it. That at least we can overcome with time and control. However in exchange we must also hide ourselves, for the sun will reveal us for what we truly are, expose us to the world."
Holding one hand up to the sky he turned it around, watching as the parts away from the sun stopped shining while the others glowed all the brighter.
"So I can never be normal?" he asked, saddened. The thought that he would still be able to use magic and go to Hogwarts even though he was no longer human had lifted his spirits higher than he could have hoped… but if he couldn't even show his face.
"No," she said bluntly, making his face drop, "you will never be normal. Personally I always hated the word; there is no such thing as normal Harry. Now if you want to know if you can go back to school and live amongst humans again, well, that's a totally different thing." The look on the boys face was hilarious and she couldn't help laugh again, "What, you think Nick and I haven't come up with a way for me to go out in public? He is too public of a person for me not to appear."
Then she pulled out a ring, handing it to him. The object itself was bulky an had a square top held a black gem stone that Harry couldn't identify. He did note two other things about it though. The first being that the stone didn't reflect light, even though he could feel the slick surface, and it had a single rune that sat seemingly right beneath the surface of it, visible to his superior eyesight yet unfelt by his hands.
"What kind of stone is this?" he asked, looking up at her smiling face.
"A Midnight Ruby." she told him, "Deep in the heart of South America there was an ancient shrine that held ten such wonders. They absorb light, rather than reflect it. Nicolas spent a week turning all the copper and iron objects they had found in other ruin's to gold to get half of them. The fools were looking for gold in small villages and abandoned temples. When he got them he started experimenting and eventual was able to add a rune beneath the surface, strengthening its natural magic, projecting an aura into the air. Slide it on!" she urged him.
Placing the ring on his right middle finger he watched as the sparkle left his skin, making him look normal once more.
"So, why you suppose they had these? Or rather how?" he asked, marveling at the magic the little rock had, "The natives that is."
Smiling still she put a single finger to her chin, "Hmm, well I would assume that they used them in either ancient rituals or for the same purpose we use them for. After all, Coven Vampires have a… flair for appearing as gods and angels. I'm more than sure one of ours was Aphrodite. That stone is for you to keep, so DO NOT take it off or lose it."
Staring at the black stone still he ventured on, "What about the others Mr. Flamel told me about? What about Percy Weasly?" By the time he finished asking he was staring at her with a frown on his perfect face.
"Well, Nicolas is brewing something up for them." She answered simply, "These stones wouldn't protect them from the sun, just make it so that they don't reflect it like we would otherwise. Nic has dealt with others before though and just needed to consult his notes before getting anything started."
"You mean he doesn't remember?"
This caused the brown haired beauty to laugh, 'Harry, he's six-hundred years old, he can't possibly remember everything he's ever experimented on or been told. Neither can I for that matter, I just remember more." He flushed with embarrassment… well WOULD have flushed with embarrassment, at her comment, "Is ok Harry. Now what's next, ask away!"
He paused for a moment, wondering whether he should ask about his magic and other 'skills' that could be boosted first or about how much stronger he was now.
"Why don't I answer the second question first." She responded, even though he asked no question, earning herself a strange face, "Don't worry, I'll answer that too." Once again she beckoned him with a single finger before running off into the wooded area across the field, barely leaving an impression in the grass as she moved. He felt led footed and awkward in turn.
When they stopped they were near a wide creek that flowed strong. Tree's dotted up and down the far bank but were more scarce on their side.
"Ok Harry, how strong are you? Well… you and I could both EASILY jump this creek." And she did so, watching him from the far end, speaking once more, making him note that he could hear her perfectly clear still, "Likewise I could root one of these tree's and launch it at you with the force of a cannon call."
Once again she demonstrated, pulling free a particularly gnarled and knotted tree, throwing it across the water at him. It didn't hit him though, as he chose instead to push it up and over himself and into the woods behind him. He was not quick enough, however, to stop Penny from knocking him in the side with a single strong back swing, sending him airborne.
It was a strange feeling once again. He knew that he should have felt pain but… it's not exactly what he felt, or at least not what it used to feel like. It was more like tension than pain and faded quite quickly. His landing was even easier though, as he hit a tree wrapping his legs around it and staring back down at Penny's laughing form.
An evil smirk crept onto his face as he grabbed a tree branch to steady himself before unwrapping his legs and quickly pushing off the tree towards her before gravity could come into play. Slamming into the older vampire he quickly pushed his feet back to the earth before pushing her with all his might, watching with awe as she practically became a bullet, launch nearly five times as far as her hit had sent him.
"Wow…" was the only word that came to mind.
He needn't wait long for her return though, as ten seconds later she was standing in front of him once more, grinning like a fiend.
'Very good Harry, very good. A little too straightforward of an attack for a real fight, but still good. Now though I want you to stop and think about something." Getting a nod she continued, "What would have happened to you or me if either of us were human's on the receiving side of those blows?"
If he could have paled he would have. The thoughts of Ron or Hermoine being launched that far or being smacked by Penny like that coming into his mind unbidden.
"Well Harry? I want you to say it out loud!" she chastised, no smile present on her face.
"They would be dead." He said quietly, knowing she would hear him regardless. 'Either one of those would have killed them, not to mention having a tree thrown at them. You would have torn them in half and I would have snapped their backs on impact. If that didn't kill them then the landing would have…"
The woman just nodded her head before walking past him, sitting on a large stone near the waters edge.
"Come have a seat Harry, we do have much else to talk about." And sit he did. For several minutes they sat and said nothing. She just sat there looking at him, while he looked back wonderingly.
"Legilimency." She said at all, Harry immediately recognizing the Latin in the word. Coming from this woman meaning it was probably a spell of some sort, though he could feel nothing coming from it, just a word at the moment, not a piece of magic. "Very good Harry. Legilimency is a spell, one of the most powerful ones in the world. You recognized that it was Latin, can you figure out what it is by the base words?"
Looking away from her for a second he closed his eyes, "Legilimency… Well mens is Latin for mind, while Legili… the base word is Legens?" getting a nod to the affirmative he finished, "So it's a … mind reading spell?!" he looked up at her startled, "So you have been reading my mind then?" the emerald eyed boy asked more than a little shocked and insulted.
"Yes, Harry, I have. Its one of my gifts." She could see comprehension dawn in his eyes, "Yes. You and I are VERY much alike. You see we were both magical beings who were turned by the Coven's. Where the Clan's get their own brand of magic, and the Courts can use mortal magic, the Covens get their own natural abilities and skills boosted, to potentially supernatural heights. As I see you have already figured out, that includes our magic."
He stared at her for a second longer before jumping to his feet, pacing back and forth in front of her, "Ok… ok, so will I be able to use magic like I have before?" was his first question.
"Most likely not, though it is possible." Flamel responded, earning herself a frown, "You have to understand, the ability to use magic is a very powerful ability as it is. If you were a squib then more likely than not you would be able to use magic like you used too. For someone who is a wizard though… You will find magic to come to you more naturally than almost anything else, even other skills you may find you posses. I myself never needed a wand after my turning, I might not even be able to use one anymore for how long it has been."
"So then how will I pass as a student in Hogwarts? I can't exactly tell the teachers I'm a BLOODY! Vampire. And simply saying that I don't need a wand anymore will raise questions I won't be able to answer." He was feeling stressed, not that his body responded to this at all, it was a tension of sorts in his breast.
"Calm down Harry, I didn't need a wand. Immediately after my change I was still able to use a wand though. I think you will find it quite easy to pass as a student still, even if you can't use a wand." Getting a questioning look she sighed. Walking over to one of the tree's she grabbed the tiniest branch she saw, brandishing it like a normal wand.
"Tell me, if I gave this piece of woods to Albus Dumbledore what kind of spells do you think he would be able to cast with it?"
"Nothing, it has no core in it and it's probably not the right kind of wood." He responded, not knowing where this was leading.
Turning to the rock she had just been sitting on she gave the twig a swish and a flick, wingardium leviosa! And like that the rather large rock was airborne, following her 'wands' motions. "So since this piece of wood is NOT a wand, how did my spell look?" she asked innocently.
"Brilliant!" He said wide eyed, "So I don't even need to use the wand if worse comes to worse, just hold it and make it look that way."
"Very good Harry. Now why don't we move on." Letting the small bolder drop once more she sat down again, motioning for him to follow suit, "Why don't you tell me what you think your natural abilities are?"
And so he did, talking about how he was a seeker and how Oliver Wood, his team Captain, had commented more than once on how he was a natural. He told her how he suspected that it would give him better reflexes, to which she agreed it most likely. Then there was his ability to speak with snakes. She raised a delicate eyebrow to that, asking for a demonstration via a conjured snake.
When he asked what she thought it could develop into she looked at him before shrugging her shoulder and snorting, "You have as much an idea as I do. Stick out your tongue… does it stretch? Is it split at the tip? Can you taste the air around you?"
It was a negative to the first two, while he found he could taste the air, making him look like an idiot while he did so, judging by her laughter.
"Master she is scaring me, may I bite her?" asked his scaly little friend that had stuck around and was now staring at Perenelle wearily.
"No," he responded absently, putting an arm out for it to climb, "Her skin will break your teeth." "Are you done now? Your scaring the venomous snake." Her laughter doubled.
After she had calmed down a bit she explained some more to him. "Ok, well, to go a little farther in depth on what your talents might be you need to understand more about magic in general… Tell me Harry, what are the different branches of magic? Tell me their names and what they are."
Stopping he thought for a few seconds before responding, "Transfiguration, which is conjuring and transforming physical objects. Charms, giving different attributes to people, places, and things that would normally not have them… um, mind magic?" getting a nod he tried to elaborate, "I guess that would be almost anything to do with the mind. Legilimency, obliviation, er…" he stopped here, not knowing much else.
"Very good Harry, remember, your just entering your third year, your not expected to understand all the arts. Why don't I give a more in depth look at them for you, hmm? Charms you had down nearly down and pat. Transfiguration, you mostly had that right, though what you didn't know is that it is the art of transforming of things with internal magic, meaning your own magic. Whereas Alchemy is the transforming of things via external magic. The latter takes longer but is much more powerful. Further though is the fact that Alchemy can give the objects created or transformed different attributes that they wouldn't normally have. Now for the sake of this conversation I want you to keep in mind that Alchemy is the combination of charms and transfiguration, powered by magic that is not your own. It is not a true branch of magic then in for what I am going to be speaking of." Seeing him nod in understanding she carried on.
"As for Mind Magic's you only had two skills within the whole of an art. Mind magic, which is used by a mind mage, is the art of reading, protecting, controlling, altering, and erasing the mind. Lucky you that won't be much of a problem. At least not from most humans." Seeing the questioning look on his face she carried on, a small caring smile on her face, "When you were changed it altered nearly every part of your body and soul. You can no longer be affected by human mind magic's, since they understand the human mind, not the vampire mind. Someone like me, who was once a human and is a vampire, will have no problem with either, though a werewolf for example will be able to kick me out with little effort."
"Now you missed several other branches of magic. Tell me, what branch does the spell diffindo fall under?" she waited a few seconds though he didn't answer, just scrunching his brow in confusion, "You see? It doesn't fall under any of the magical branches as they are, though usually it, and spells like it, are taught as charms… They are NOT charms though, they are called Offensive magic's; cutting, bludgeoning, and spells that do damage to objects or people in general. Their counter being Defensive magic's; shields, wards, and counter curses, jinks, hexes."
"So then Defense against the Dark Art's?" he asked quickly, his brow still furrowed, getting her to giggle lightly.
"No Harry, magic is magic. The Dark Arts are called so because they are banned by the Ministry of Magic. Did you know in America Obliviation is considered a Dark Art's spell on a level with the Unforgivables? But at the same time, since their people wish to have more privacy the Polyjuice potion, which is considered Dark here, is perfectly legal. All over the world it is like that."
"That said there is two last branches of magic you missed, each a complete opposite of one another, Divination- the art of viewing the past, present, or future through magical means is the first. The second is Black magic, the only true Dark Art's, the practice of which has been outlawed by every wizarding government for the past three thousand years: Necromancy." She leveled him with a cold hard look, that scared him, coming from such an innocent looking body, nearly fae like. "I warn you now; your new condition puts you in an ideal place to start practicing necromancy. It is the one thing that ALL vampires have in common. Should either I or Nicholas ever catch you practicing such magic's then it will be your first, second, and LAST chance out the window. You will be on your last leg with us, provided you are still in our good graces before we find out. Do you understand?"
He could feel her looking at him, as if she were trying to judge his soul. It was the first time he had felt truly nervous in his new body, making him want to run away from this woman in the body of a slip of a girl. All he could do though was nod to the affirmative, not wishing to learn what would happen otherwise.
And like that the tension was gone, his nerves letting up on him as if it were nothing. The smile she gave him then was that of a predator. As much fun and as educational as the day had been so far he had completely forgotten one thing: She was six hundred year old vampire who had skills and powers of her own, honed over the grinding stone of time. The thought chilled his ice cold spine.
"Now," she started back again, her smile tempering back into a more pleasant one, "I tell you all of that because every person who uses magic has one single area of magic here they are the most adept. For me it is mind magic, meaning that while all the magic's I know and can perform are more powerful than that of a normal human's, that branch of magic is pushed even FARTHER! I can read the minds of people all around me, protect my mind from nearly any sort of invasion. Plant compulsions in a person that will make them fear, do, respect, certain things. I could even invade and take over a person completely, enthralling them to me."
"Were I ever to turn Nicolas I have no doubt that he would be the same way in transfiguration and/or charms. I've never come across a fellow vampire that had more than one specialty in that regards, but it is Nic we're speaking of."
"With time you will learn that you have a branch of magic like this that you specialize in. It may be hard to spot at first, since you have no idea how your magic is truly going to be affected, but you will learn."
To say Harry was amazed was an understatement, 'If someone had told me a week ago that I would be sitting in a forest learning about theory of magic from one of the oldest and most powerful women alive (sort of) and actually be understanding it I would have laughed at them.'
"Not exactly the traditional Hogwarts curriculum is it?" the curly haired goddess across from him asked, playing with her hair while leaning back and staring up into the canopy happily.
"Not quite." He agreed, a laugh on his tongue, "I'm more surprised that I actually get it all to be honest… My grades weren't exactly the best from what I remember… Actually I remember little really. Spells seem to be there as far as I can tell… the fight in the Chamber of Secrets and the heading into the Third floor corridor during first year are the clearest, like nothing else. I can remember almost everything about Hogwarts too if I'm honest. But the summer and the eleven years before coming into the magical world… its like they disappeared completely." He did remember that it was not a very nice eleven years though, so perhaps it was a blessing he couldn't remember.
By this point Penny was almost all the way on her back, giving Harry a profile of her womanly charms, making his face… well, not blush really, but color a little, become more peachy really. The color darkened a little more as she sighed a needless sigh, "Ah yes, your memory… Remember when I told you that I could read a human's mind because I once was human."
"Yes, and that humans wouldn't be able to read your easily because they don't understand the vampire mind."
"Very good. Well this is almost the same. Your memories were for a Human Mind, you now have a Vampire's Mind, one that is ill suited to view a humans memories."
"But I still remember Hogwarts!" he countered, pointing out the flaw in that thinking.
"Ah!" she said, sitting up quickly, pointing at his face with a single outstretched finger, "Memories where you were surrounded by magic. Indeed the two memories that you remember clearest were the two where you were close to incredibly powerful sources of magic. In the first there was the Mirror of Erised, Voldemort's disembodied soul, Quirrel, who had to have been magically powerful in order to carry another man's spirit without being fully consumed, and lastly the fake Philosophers Stone that Nic had given to Albus. The second took place in a thousand year old portion of the school that had stored an equally old magical being, as well as a piece of Voldemort's soul that had began to perform an incredibly powerful ritual to restore him to flesh and blood."
"Magic ties the two different kinds of minds together in these cases, making it so that your vamperic mind could view the human memories. If there had been no magic then there would have been no common denominator to let your mind remember these either."
"That's amazing!" the dark haired Potter responded quietly, "What else can my 'new' mind do or will not be able to do?" he asked, looking up expectantly at her.
"Well, for one, it is much more primal in some sense of the word. Your emotions will be all the stronger and sway you much easier, so you MUST be careful. Other than that there's little it won't so. You will process information much faster now, part of the reason on why you seem to understand all of this where you wouldn't before. As such you will remember thing easier. Its not that you remember more, just that your conscious and unconscious minds will connect the dots faster, processing things so much better. In truth I believe that where a normal human uses ten percent of their mind we vampires use closer to fifty percent, though sacrificing other parts. Tell me, are you ambidextrous? Well more likely than not you are now, though I did meet a vampire in South America that when from being right handed to left handed. You will find splitting your concentration to be almost effortless. Nic and I tested this at one point in my unlife by having me read a book while writing on two separate papers simultaneously, both as equally challenging as different . While I held a conversation with him and keeping beat to a man's singing in the back ground."
"I made fourteen spelling errors when I was writing both and talking, lost beat when they through in the book, and when I tried to keep beat I started reading the same line over and over again. That was hundreds of years ago though. By now I feel that I could easily do all of that and more."
Standing up she put a hand out for Harry, easily pulling him to his feet, "Come on kid, why don't we head back and get something to eat. I could drink a Hippogriff dry right now." Ignoring the question of what a Hippogriff was, they ran back towards the complex, a beautiful stone manor now that Harry actually looked.
The boy was beside himself with so many emotions, joy, fear, revulsion, excitement, curiosity, awe. If his heart had been beating still then he doubted that he would be able to live much longer. Between the sights and smells and tastes and the new, previously forbidden, knowledge that he now had at his fingertips he felt like he was being torn in to a thousand pieces and loved every second of it.
When he and Perenelle had gone back into Nicolas' lab, he learned the actual truth behind the discovery of the twelve uses for dragon's blood.
They had originally had the blood because it was the most filling and easiest type of blood for them to get a hold of on a regular basis. The people at the reservation where they bought it didn't ask questions and those who did were easy to either have moved or bribed. Eventually they had just bought the whole reservation.
That was all well and good and the few apprentices that Nic had over the years were usually kept away from Penny and that particular laboratory, while the remaining majority of their guests were either in the know or vampires. Then on along comes an impressive kid named Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who Nicolas practically falls head over heels for and stupidly allows access to all of the facilities. It didn't take the man long to notice the large vat of dragon's blood, a seemingly useless substance. If the man had had longer than he did to think upon it he may have come on to the truth.
Strangely, Dumbledore came closer to death during those years than he ever had before. Luckily Nicolas was a quick thinker and came up with a perfectly logical excuse for why he had it in there.
"I've, er… been studying it! A substance from such a highly magical creature MUST have some sort of use! I wanted to surprise you actually, I would like you to help me discover the uses of dragon's blood."
It was actually quite funny when she told it to him, even more so when she informed him that the first use for dragon's blood that they 'discovered' but didn't publish was actually as a lubricant in a muggle auto mobile, where as an alternative source to feed a vampire took Dumbledore until number nine of the publishable uses.
The following week was one of the best Harry had ever had. He had learned more about himself and magic than he had in the past two years. Not sleeping really helped with it too. When he had asked the woman what she did when Nicolas wasn't awake he was pulled into a library and told ten words of wisdom; "As much as I can, as often as I can!*" She then promptly told him to stay with the basic texts found on two or three shelves out of the whole library… well that and the fiction section which took up three fourths of the massive collection. Harry was more than a little scared when he found the bible, the Quran, and Darwin's Origin of Species all next to each other until he pulled them out, finding that they just blank copies thrown in to amuse them when outsiders, much like himself, went perusing through their library. Though they did have copies of each of the text, and many others like them, in glass cases. To the Flamels they were practically the pinnacle of the written word. Be it science or religion.
It didn't matter though, he sponged up all he could, drinking, reading, talking with either Nicolas or Perenelle when he could, and getting to know the odd little snake that Penny had conjured on that first day he had out in the open. Actually the little blighter was one of the most amazing pieces of work he had over seen to be honest.
Most people, when they conjure snakes, use the spell Serpensortia, which is a generalized switching spell, swapping out a feral snake from the wilderness for air, rather than creating it. Apparently it's actually easier that way, using less magic and far less concentration required. To create a serpent that would be able to act like a real snake, have the venom and proper biology in order to administer it would be much more concentration and magic intensive, and require an intimate knowledge of the snakes body. None of which was a problem for Perenelle Flamel, as living for quite a few centuries required quite a bit of intensive reading to stave off mind numbing boredom.
This snake was created by the vampire though. "The body was simple," she told him later, "and the mind is my specialty. All that it's really missing is a soul to hold the body and conscious together. As of right now I have not created life, I have created a simulation of life with an external source of magic acting in loo of a core that allows a being, even as lowly as a snake, to produce magic in order for it to stay alive." He was mesmerized none the less.
It was not until nearly the end of July that Harry first asked after the others in care of the Flamels.
He was quite sheepish about it too, as it was finding an old copy of the Daily Prophet from the end of June that reminded him that there was still a world outside of the library and the comfort of the Flamels estate. That of course reminded him that there was also more to the estates themselves than what he had seen, as he had not encountered a single other vampire that were supposedly living there with him.
"Oh my dear boy," gaffed Nicolas when Harry abashedly asked after them, "Of course you haven't seen them! We've been keeping you away from them and vice versa. I do not mean to insult you Harry, but I do believe Penny explained to you that your mind is now more… primal, than it used to be, as well I informed you to the fact that the different types of vampires do not get along, yes?"
"Yes sir."
"Now, do you think it would be wise for six different vampires; one of the coven's, two of the clan's, and three of the court's, to possibly wander into each other and leave a mess of blood and guts all over the place?"
"No sir… Though I would still like to meet with them. What if you place similar restrainsts like you used on me on them as well? I mean for the most part it would be smell that triggers such a strong reaction, right?"
The ancient alchemist looked at Harry, intrigued, "Yes, for most animals and vampires even that is true, though… hmmm."
"Sir?" Harry asked tentatively, wishing to help as much as he could.
"The problem then," the man said aloud, clearly voicing his thoughts for Harry's sake, "Is that my granddaughter's inner demon will no doubt cry out to those of the others… possible the same for Ms. Chang as well. If that happens then it wouldn't matter what sort of sensory restraints were in place… Ah! So simple…. Tell me Mr. Potter, what do you believe we should do to handle the problem of their demon's?" the man asked, peering at Harry evenly.
Harry stopped for a second, remembering the limited writings on vampires that he had been given access to. The Flamel's didn't want him to search for the answers to everything in books, rather through experience. "How would the demon's manifest themselves when they tried to reach for the others? If I don't know that then I cannot answer you."
The man smiled, knowing he was on the right track, "Mentally." Was all he said.
"Mentally… well either they need to have control over the beasts, which from what you've said is probably not possible in such a short period. I might suggest mind altering substances but that could possibly weaken their minds rather than the inner demons we are trying to stop… Unless you have a special band that will nullify them then I would say… Penny… She specializes in the mind and clearly understands the mind of vampire as well as the demons we would have to face. She could clamp down on the demon's restraining it, even if it is temporarily. Since she is so skilled she could also be ready to do the same to any of us as well should we start to lose control."
The golden haired man smiled gently at the immortal boy, "Very good Harry, and very well thought out. Unfortunately, no, I do not have anything like the sensory dampers that you all wear here, to counteract the inner demons of a vampire psyche. Perenelle can easily pull a full grown vampire out of frenzy though, especially from those so young, relatively speaking. I think it would be more than possible… though I think for my peace of mind we shall visit them individually."
"Thank you Mr. Flamel." Harry said to the man as he stood and began to walk out of the library where they had been talking.
"Please Harry, call me Nic, I have no problem being addressed as such by my students." The man chastised good naturedly.
At the announcement Harry was wide eyed, "I am honored that you think of me as such… I don't know what to say!"
"Nic is what I want you to say! I believe me, you are a student of mine. You shall return here each summer until you graduate from Hogwarts, and after that I would love to take you on full time."
"Surely there are others who would…" he was cut off by Nicolas' hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, Harry, Harry… There is no lab assistant like one of the living undead. The are awake at almost all hours, have wonderful memories and reaction times that can save lives, time, and experiments while you work. Not to mention how little I pay in turn for letting you sit in and help me do my research. Blood and a roof under which to stay! Now if there is nothing else, I shall retire until tonight!"
"Um, sir?" he asked, scratching the back of his head, "You wouldn't happen to have any other backed copies of the paper here, would you? I kind of forgot I lived in England for a while…"
The man just laughed as he led Harry to several stacks of papers from the past two months.
AN! Spoilers for this fic abound!
Ok, now that that's out of the way I would like to give a rundown on who the six vampire Anti hero's of the story would be.
Harry: Bitten by a Twilightverse version of the Vampire, back sparkle effect included. I may have gone a bit overboard with his abilities but honestly, think about it! He's magical, and in accordance with what stephenie meyer's vampires got when they were turned I stayed remarkable true. Magic and his parseltongue were true in Harry Potter canon, so in turn they would be boosted. And clearly he is a natural seeker, so that would be helped as well! Besides, you don't think I wouldn't poor on the guilt and bad guys? HA!. I mean an insane Tremere, a vain Ravnos, a rotting black court, a sexually frustrated Slytherin from the white court who feeds of fear and sexual emotions, and a member of the jade court that's on on big magic high and lusting off him
Percy Weasly: Yeah I know what your thinking: PERCY!? WHY?" Well because, he's under used in good fanfiction. He seems to fit the part for the perfect Tremere/ Highly magical Clan Vampire. No one said he would be a good guy either… In fact I can easily see him being very bad without anyone to stop him at first… wink wink, nudge nudge. Think powerful ritualistic magic's, ghouls, stuff like that.
Cho Chang: Ok, I admit, I am not a huge Cho fan, but she is more well known in Canon than that other Chinese girl, Su I think her name is. And this was too good of an opportunity to flesh out the Jade court from the Dresdenverse. In addition to that she provides one more stuggle for Harry, who's gunna kinda be caught as a middle man, trying to keep the lid shut on the can of worms the Flemel's are letting into Hogwarts. In her case its gunna be more of a "he's sexually attracted to her" while she's kinda gunna be on a magic 'high' and attracted to him mainly for his boosted magic she could suck off him.
Pavati Patil: Ok, I'll admit it, I have a thing for the twins, so deal! Now when I think of what kind of Vampire Pavati would be all I think of is either a vain Toreador or a Ravnos. I settled for ravnos, since A) in white wolfs original world of darkness they are from India. B) They are illusionist meaning she could fake her way through school as well s faking her life signs. And C)Either Pavati is vain enough to be a Ravnos or the Ravnos are vain enough for Pavati. I can SO see a vampire Pavati giving Harry a lot of messes to clean up after her with, seeing as she always struck me as a sexual being. As well as a little more sloppy than the others would be. I mean ravenclaws, Slytherin, Percy, and Harry I don't see as messing up the masquerade as much as Pavati would. "Opps! She just forgot her make up, she's not really dead!".., "Sorry about her biting you dean… im sure it'll heal over in a few days"… "Um… she's just trying out a new charm that makes it so she doesn't need to breath!" Yeah!
Padma Patil: Ok, I cant have one be bitten and not do the other one. She though I am having been bitten by the Black court. She's gunna be a little more serious of a problem than the last two though. If you have read the Dresden books then you know that the newborn vampires from this court seem like their rotting almost, able to love body parts and go on as if nothings wrong. Well a beautiful girl like Padma being bitten by this kind of creature would normally be boring, so I twisted a little and now I make it so A) Nicolas' solution to the sunlight thing doesn't work as well on her as it does on the other two. B) She starts to Rot from exposure to the sun rather than simple ignite. C) she stuggles to stay awake during the daytime, rather than staying nocturnal like her internal clock is telling her. D) An attraction to boy's coming to the surface with a violent face, D) lastly being the fact that she and her sister can barely stay in the same room without trying to tear each other's faces off.
Daphne Greengrass: Finally is our White Court bag of jollies. She ends up hitting the proverbial shallow end of the gene pool when it comes to dormant vampire backgrounds. Her mother was the daughter of an 'almost' full white court vampire (the Raiths/aka the ones that draw energy from sexual emotions) while the father was the grandson of a similar vampire (from the Malvora family/ aka the ones that feed off fear.) She, like Cho, has her vampire heritage forcefully awoken, but unlike cho, who's just wakes up, kills her little sister in order for hers to come to the full front (Yes, I mean she raped her sister. Innocently cudddleing together as young siblings are ought to do when boom! Out of no where she has these urges and sucks the girl dry from both fear of what her 'big sister' was doing to her and the pleasure she was getting from it.) Imagine being a hormonal teenager in Slytherin house and suddenly being able to kill anyone she was close to, or feeding off the fear that she causes in others. A fine and deadly line if I do say so myself.
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