Summary: Zero Arc. Months before their lives collided again. Tragedy struck both of them. What kind of toll will it take on them? Will they break or will they have the strength to go on?

Disclaimer: It's not mine.

If you haven't read my other story then I fear this won't make much sense.

I only subscribe to two types of Vampire and Werewolves. (Well three Vampires if you count Blade.)The ones from Underworld and BtVS.

I tried to take the virtual tour of the museum. It didn't work :(

The Story of Harry - Hairline Fracture

'Hungarian National Museum'

Budapest, Hungary

November 24th , 1995 - 1715 hrs.

The soft glow of the Close Circuit Televisions of the security area illuminated the bodies of several unconscious night watchmen that were strewn about the room. They were taken by surprise by two young adults wearing light tactical gear over black tees, pants and combat boots, who incapacitated them with frightening efficiency. The first was a young man of fifteen with shockingly vivid green eyes that sat behind a pair of black wire rimmed glasses and perpetually messy jet black. The second was a young woman of seventeen who's cloudy hazel eyes showed great intelligence. Her sun-kissed highlights on her back length long brown hair would have complemented her tanned skin and soft features well, had her entire body not been marred with angry white scars. The two of them now occupied one of the rolling chairs, with the young man on the bottom and the young woman straddling him, kissing her boyfriend of nearly a month thoroughly.

"Mjollnir," Call out a weathered voice from their earbud radios. The young woman tried to pull back from their embrace, but the young man followed her and kissed her again. "Vili," The voice called again, this time with a irritated tone, causing the young woman to giggle into the kiss. "Children! Do not make me come back there just to find out you two have been defiling this place."

Vili pulled back and gave Mjollnir a stern look causing him to sigh in frustration. He pressed the talk button on his radio and said, "Relax Professor, everything is fine."

"Right," The man on the other end of the radio said sarcastically, "I'm sure you two have been giving the C.C.T.V your undivided attention. I need a SitRep."

"I resent that Gungnir," Mjollnir said into his radio, "We are the epitome of professionility."

Vili leaned toward him and harshly whispered, as if Gungnir could hear them without the aid of radio communications, "You know that's not even a real word."

"No, it's not," Mjollnir whispered back with a roguish grin.

"That's not even a word," Gungnir said with an exasperated tone, "Maybe if you-"

"Yeah Professor," Mjollnir interrupted with a smile, "I got you: Read a book sometimes instead of blah, blah, blah you could blah some more."

"Hey that's enough of that. You know how stuffy some English Literature Professors can get about proper grammar," Vili told him before she slowly rolled her hips on his and said, "So behave, or no more fun on missions for you mister."

Mjollnir gave her the most hurt look he could muster and said, "Et tu woman."

"No," Vili said as she shook her head disbelievingly, "Just... no," She slid off him to turn around and sat back on his lap before looking intently at the monitors. She reached for her radio and called, "Gungnir. It appears to be all clear in all sectors. So how's being the Social Stealth Bodyguard for his 'Majesty' going? He still sore at dropping past three hundred in the line of succession?"

"So your just going to ignore me now?" Mjollnir whinged petulantly.

"I know he's being quite rude to you about your scars Vili," Gungnir said sympathetically.

"Yes," Vili retorted heatedly, "Because I honestly enjoy him showing me, one of the persons paid to protect him, looks of disgust every time he glances at my face. Think I should show him the rest of 'im, see how he likes that."

"To be fair," Mjollnir began, "If you weren't so good at reading expressions, you'd have never noticed."

"Maybe I should show them to him," Vili said hotly as she continued to ignore Mjollnir, "Yeah, next time he thinks he's 'discreetly' checking out my arse, I should show him."

"Leia," Mjollnir said solemnly, "Your getting agitated. Calm down."

"You are very lucky that he can not hear any of that or I would be forced to report that."

"You're a godsend old man," Vili told him back and began to take deep breaths.

Mjollnir leaned toward her ear, "Psst Luv."

She did not acknowledge him.

"You finish ignoring me yet?" Mjollnir asked. Vili sat stock still on his lap for a few moments before she nodded sharply, "Good, because I don't want to alarm you, but that bad sensation, yeah it's back again."

She changed her position so that she was sitting side saddle on his lap and turned her upper body to face him giving him small kisses as punctuation, "I thought... we took... care of... that."

"No," Mjollnir started, "You said you were trying to distract me and it worked. But now it's back."

"Harry," Leia said, " Your feelings, both Professor Frost and I swear by them. Hell, Himalaya takes you with her on some of their missions just in case. But nothings happened all day though. If something was going to happen, wouldn't it have happened by now?"

"Yeah," Harry said, "I reckon your probably right."

"I am always right," She told him haughtily and when he opened his mouth to protest she cut him off, "Because genetics said so dear, I'm a woman and you a boy."

"Man," Mjollnir told her, "Or young man really, because if I'm a child that make you-"

"I'll concede to man child," She interrupted and then pulled out her sat-phone, "Like I was saying, I'm a woman and you a man child, ergo I'm right and your wrong. But just to be on the safe end."

"Thamulogical Resonance Survey," Harry supplied, "My master passkey is: Charlie Epsilon Omega Theta Delta Six Nine Five Dash Two Four Dash Four Five Two. Tell whatever swotty ingrate that answers that it will be changed when we get back and do not over tax Mad's satellite."

"Vili seeking secure line," Vili spoke into the reciever.

"Leia this is 10750491-436 with a secure feed."

"Kathryn," Leia smiled brightly, "What are you doing working the switch boards?"

"Complete boredom, Owen is on assignment and I'm not. When are you getting back?"

"Eight more days. Thank God," Vili answered, "You sure are getting all gaga for this bloke. I thought maybe once you two shagged like bunnies. You'd get all that sap out of your system."

"Shagging like bunnies is not all there is to a relationship," Kathryn said primly.

"There's also doggy style."

"Not listening," Harry said in a sing song voice while he stared at the ceiling.

"You have a smutty mind little girl," Kathryn told her, "And you probably have no reason to talk, with your boytoy right there, he's most likely right under you."

"You know me far too well," Leia stated.

"So," The older woman asked, "What's left of your three week adventure from hell? And since I know you didn't call to chat. What do you need?"

"I need a T.R.S," Vili told her, "And we have one more stop on this inane museum crawl, then a cruise back to dear Ol' Blighty because our precious client gets airsick."

"Sounds positively awful," Kathryn cooed sarcastically while she narrated her actions, "Okay... I am patching you in. Ohh sometimes I hate this stupid thing. Okay I'm in. For time, that's gonna be five thousand pounds. I know were friends but until I improve my rank, I can't swing that."

"It's okay," Vili chuckled, "Punch in Alpha Charlie Epsilon Omega Theta Delta Six Nine Five Dash Two Four Dash Four Five Two."

"Wow I'm in," Kathryn giggled, "And no dent in your bank account. How scandalous exactly did you have to be to manage that one little girl?"

Vili blushed hotly and said, "Not. At. All. Mlljonir's asking for this and he's going to change the passkey when we get back. And before you get worked up by the scans, this country has a exceptionally high Stoker populace. That's why we were brought in. Narrow the search parameters."

"Okay I was getting beginning to get worried when the number stopped at 245. Okay and it's at 17 that's you three plus ambient. Wait 23, it's still going up, 35, 42, 50, 59, 62. Oh God it's after sunset there isn't, lord it's an ambush. I'm calling for back up to be on standby. Get OUT NOW! RUN!"

"We have a problem," Vili told Harry as the line went dead before reaching for her radio, "Gungnir, we've got an influx of exotic resonances. Most likely wolves or stokers. There's nothing on the cameras yet. But we did a T.R.S. Can you get our charge away now before he finds out what goes bump in the night?"

"No, the curator is trying to finagle an extra day of displaying the ring and our charge is too polite to just walk. It's been a long time since I fought a Vampire or a Werewolf, boy you had probably better take lead on this."

"Shite. Anyone got a triple S?" Harry asked and Vili shook her head no while Gungnir replied in the negative over the radio, "Yeah, five thousand is pretty pricey. I've only got hollow tips, those'll slow them down quite a bit, but mainly just annoy them. Did you bring any other kind of ammunition?" Again Vili shook her head and Gungnir said he had AG rounds but if it was stokers, it would barely irritate them, "If we fight with pistols, so will they and a three on forty gunfight is idiotic. Okay, we'll have to meet them head on, slay a few and fall back then take up defensive positions. Hopefully their Vampire Pride will make them accept the melee challenge."

"Melee? I don't know why I put up with you. Kathryn is sending for reinforcements, but unless we have any assets here..." Vili said letting her voice trail off.

"There's a Site to Site Scrambler Relay point in Austria that coded to the Unmanned Aerial's. If it dropped it's payload... That would mean about a hour?"

"Then the question becomes; Can we hold off Stokers for an hour?" Vili asked just as the room turned dark.

"What happened?" Gungnir asked just as Harry and Leia lit their torches.

"They must have cut the power," Vili stated as they put their tactical gear back on, "But since backup hasn't turned on it means they hit it from the inside."

"Dammit," Gungnir cursed, "The curator and the V.I.P wants to talk to night security now. You need to go. Now!"

"Mlljonir my holdall please. Thank you," Vili commanded and when Mjollnir handed her a her a dark messenger bag, she reached into it, pulling out a hand full of rocks. She took them and put them on the crown of her head. When she ran her hand back along her head as if she was smoothing her hair the rocks had disappeared, but her hair took on a different hue and consistency. The stones had seemingly melted into her hair. She repeat the process until the hair on her entire head was covered.

"Stay safe," Harry whispered and started to leave, but his name softly called made him turn around, "What is it Vili?"

"I just..." Leia began, "These aren't good odds and I just wanted to say. I... You... that you've made me feel whole. For the first time since forever."

"Hey!" Harry admonished gently, "I don't ever want to hear you speak like that."

A small spark of light returned to her dull eyes, "I'll talk however I want to."

"That you do," Harry agreed, "We'll talk later."

As soon as he left the security area, Mjollnir was launched into the air by something that felt like it had driven a lorry into him. He crashed into a display that was against the wall, the wood turned into kindling and glass shattering under him. He groaned, looking up to see a female vampire baring it's teeth down at him, so he let his magic fill his limbs and the dull aching in his entire body went away. He picked up a piece of broken wood from the ground and kipped up, falling into a defensive stance.

It was upon him a heartbeat later and the powerful swings of it's fists cut through the air, moving fast enough to displace the oxygen around them as they flurried about. Mjollnir, who had planted his feet, had begun bending at the hips, bobbing and weaving, narrowly avoiding each lethal punch by a hairs breadth. When the Vampire overextended it's arm, he caught it by the wrist and spun into it, driving the impromptu stake into it's heart. He looked past the vampire, who's eyes had widened in shock just before it collapsed into itself before it exploded into dust, to see that Vili's hair was in the form of long spikes and were holding a male vampire about a foot away from her by it's limbs. When it growled at her, she canted her head to the left, causing a length of her hairs to morph into a sharp stone sword and she decapitated it, coughing gently when it exploded into undead dust.

"What is the meaning of this?" A light shined on Mjollnir as the 'royal's' voice cried out. A man in his late twenties, wearing an expensive tailored suit stomped up to Mjollnir, "How dare you destroy these peoples history. When my father hears of this your... little security company won't be able to find any work anymore," He glared at the younger and much more deadlier man in what he thought was an intimidating manor. When his eyes move to the young woman behind the boy, a flash of disgust hit him before he averted his eyes, she just had so many scars, but he had to preform a double take when he realised something peculiar and he exclaimed as he turned to escape, "Good lord! Her hair is made of stone!"

Mjollnir sighed as Vili growled behind him and he asked an old man who trotted past them after the VIP, with short grey hair and brown eyes, who was wearing an off the rack black rumpled suit, "I thought you were going to get him out the back way?"

"Well, boy," Gungnir's growl was evident as they began to chase after their charge, "Short of actually physically doing it myself. He didn't want to leave the back way. Damn he's faster than I thought!"

Gungnir had barely caught him in the courtyard when the man began to yell bloody murder and the older man clamped his hand over the younger man's mouth, trying to calm him. When he finally stopped screaming the now noticed frigid winter air made him shiver.

Mjollnir ran past them and dropped into a fighting stance and shouted back, "Gungnir! Your main responsibility is protecting him! I won't be be too far out, just outside your range Professor, so you can back me up, as long as you can manage it."

Several vampire, when the blue blood had tried to flee, had jumped from the the roof of the museum and from several building in the district, landing with ease, began to surround them. Their charge shrieked into Gungnir's palm as the group of them feature's had changed before his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that the pigmentation of their eyes paled and all of their faces' lines had sharpened as their incisors elongated. There were twenty one of them, all of them were extremely pale except for three. The odd thing is that puffs of air could be seen emitting from them. The three were standing taller than the rest of them, who were looking back to them as if awaiting orders and among them the only ones who had not changed.

Mjollnir charged into them and dispatched one instantly, the surprise on their faces allowed him to jump up and drop an elbow into the top of another vampire's head, causing it to crumple into unconsciousness. Vili was a few steps behind him, her limbs and hair lashing out wildly. They began to fight with their backs to each other to prevent any vampire from getting into their blind spots.

When two vampires had rushed past Vili, Gungnir letting go of the one he was supposed to protect and pressed a button on his watch. The compact dynamo sent a visible jolt of electricity into him and then he reached under his jacket to the small of his back, pulling a extremely long metal braided whip. The electrical current arced into the whip and he snapped it into one of the approaching undead sending it flying from the shock. He grabbed their charge and brought his whip over his head, twirling it gently, creating a cone of electricity that neatly vaporised the oncoming vampire.

Ten minutes later, nine dust piles that had been blown away by the wind later, Mjollnir's body trembled in weariness while he stared at three vampire through one eye, as the other was swollen shut. A quick glance around told him they were in trouble of epic proportions, he and Vili had been seperated from one another. And to make matters worse, she and Gungnir were low on power. They could barely use their elements any more. Vili's hair had cracked and was barely moving any more, but she still held a vampire back. While Gungnir, who had lost his spark, had pulled out a second whip and was trying to keep two undead from coming closer. Meanwhile, they couldn't retreat at all, since every time they tried to, the two vampire, next to the one who was standing the furthest back to watch, would move a step closer and they gave off a different feeling than the ones the einherjar were currently facing. There were a few semi automatics laying about now from the slayed vampire, that if they could grab and make it to cover they could maybe stand a chance with the odds.

And as soon as he finished that thought, thing went from beyond worse.

"Oh, God!" Vili cried out as the earth fell from her follicles, shattering on the ground and the vampire immediately pounced onto her, "Let me go! Noooo! HARRY!"

When she had shrieked his name, Mjollnir had drawn more magic into his limbs, pushing himself to a level of physical strength where he could only sustain himself briefly and that could only be measured in the length of seconds, instead of hours.

He barrelled into one of the vampire that had blocked his way, sending it soaring several metres away. The second vampire, was not so lucky since Harry had seen one of the vampire holding Vili punch her in the head, knocking her unconscious. Mjollnir jumped toward the blocker, unleashing a crushing elbow to it's jaw and it had spun into dust as it's head turned a complete revolution faster than it's body did. Mjollnir had took a single step towards the vampire, who was now cradling Vili in his arms, trotting to the three breathing vampires when Gungnir shouted a warning.

A spray of bullets hit him in the back.

The third vampire that Harry had been facing, seeing it's fellow vampire thrown, had stepped out of the way to attack from behind and in it's fear at seeing what happened, Vampire Pride forgotten it pulled it's machine pistol, promptly emptying his clip into Mjollnir's back. When he dropped onto the ground, he let go of his hold on his magic, gasping in pain.

His magic nearly exhausted, three of the vampire easily stripped him of his tactical vest and weapons, holding him down. All he could only watch helplessly as the vampire leader raised Vili's wrist to it's mouth clamping down onto it with it's teeth. She moaned in pain as he scratched it's own wrist, forcing a few drops of his cursed blood into her. Gungnir watched in horror since he could not move without losing their charge while Mjollnir thrashed about trying to dislodge his captives.

The lead vampire nodded to one of the breathing vampire and it took Leia in it's arms walking away from them putting her in one of the cars that had been parked near the museum and drove away. The head vampire motioned for them to lift Mjollnir up and it leaned into his personal space and said, "You know, if you had used that strength before, her wretched blood wouldn't be coursing through my veins. If your woman accepts the change, she will one of the greatest female warriors, you should be proud," Mjollnir tried to headbutt it, but it simply raised it's hand to catch his forehead, "You think to face me in combat. Know this before you die child when I say that your are a thousand years too soon to face me. I am one of the first sired. I grew to be a man along with the first in our village. But since you have fought so bravely I will give you the honor of being killed by my blade."

When the leader pulled a wicked looking straight sword from inside it's long leather coat a smooth voice rang out that was wracked in pain, "MacGregor you have taken too long. I want my artifact. Now. I put up the Muggle repellant charm and you said you would bring me my artifact. And I said I wouldn't turn your mortal brethren against you. You said there wouldn't be any problems. I have been watching, these three abominations have been giving you a problem."

"I have it handled Riddle," The leader MacGregor growl at the handsome young man in robes who had appeared, with dark hair and brown eyes. He pointed to the royal who had gone into shock and was mumbling about how this couldn't be happening as soon as the fighting had started, "He has your precious artifact."

Riddle grimaced when he nodded then flicked his wand at Gungnir sending him flying back from the courtyard into the museum stairs where he landed with a sickening thud. Harry cried out when he realised that with no power left that kind of fall would kill the old man. Then Riddle shook violently as he summoned the royal's attache case from slack hand and began digging through it, not even sparing a glance at the vampire who decided for their trouble they began feasting on the in shock royal's blood, until he found a ring with a pitch black stone. He slipped it on without fanfare and his trembling stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief muttering, "I have it. Merlin finally!"

The young man walked towards MacGregor and stopped at Mjollnir, eying him queerly before he flicked his wand causing Harry's limbs to snap together. All he could do was stare at the sharp rock that had fallen from Leia's hair that was next to him, while hearing them conversing in a mix of English and Hungarian. Then he heard several vehicle doors open, the roar of the individual ignitions and cars pulling off. Moments later the spell had been removed so when the smooth voice told him to get up, he palmed the sharp rock hiding it from view.

"Interesting. Who are you wizard?" Riddle asked as Harry stood up defiantly, "I can sense that you are a wizard and you are 'Sickle among Knuts'. More powerful than most. We have no reason to quarrel. Join me and I will give you power beyond your imagination, nearly anything will be yours. Just name it. Retribution for you female? We will crush everyone in MacGregor's manor house right now."

Harry nearly said yes. The idea of revenge was extremely tempting, but the way the wizard stared at him was not unlike that of a snake who was playing with it's dinner before it struck. With the notion that the wizard was a snake-in-the-grass and when he thought of what he just did to Gungnir, Harry hissed resolutely, §I don't need or want your help Craft.§

Riddl looked surprised for a moment before he said, "As you wish! But if you are not one of my Predators then you are my Prey," Riddle hissed as he flicked his wand at Harry and an invisible noose wrapped itself around Harry's neck, lifting him off the ground, slowly cutting off his air pathways. Using his last bit of consciousness, threw his hidden rock at Riddle's neck.

"My face!" Riddle cried as his concentration was broken and Harry fell to the ground gasping for air. Riddle pulled his hand back from his cheek seeing blood and he pointed his wand at Harry with a snarl, "You cut my face. A quick death is too good for you! Crucio!"

The worst pain he'd ever felt wracked his body, seconds, minutes, hours he didn't know any thing but pain. Suddenly the pain abruptly stopped.

"How about we have some fun Craft?" Gungnir, looking half past dead, wrapped Riddle in a bear hug from behind, holding Harry's vest that was glowing ominously with a pulsating light, "I'll take care of this, Boy!"

"Professor... no," Harry weakly moaned.

§How dare you touch me filthy old... § Riddle snarled as he flicked his wand causing Gungnir's arms and legs to snap together. When he began to rock back and forth when he was about to fall, Riddle blasted him with the death curse, causing Gungnir to spin around and fall on his face.

"Now where were we?" Riddle asked as he moved back to Harry. At a sudden explotion he turned around and had seen what was left of the old man, "Hahaha. Very interesting. Ah, yes! Let's begin. Crucio!"

Fin