A/N: So I finally got the next chapter up. I have to say, when I came up with this story, I was hoping people would take the time to read it, but I didn't think I'd get as many as I did. I'm so grateful and happy you all like my story so far. So I hope you continue to read and I'll do my best to keep writing.

Chapter 4-Visions

She hadn't meant to, but Sookie had managed to delve deeper into the boys mind than she thought necessary. Her eyes widened with shock as appalling flashes of memories that were not her own, streamed before her eyes like a rapid flick…

(You're a wizard Harry, and a thumpin' good one…"

I'm a what?")

As she delved deeper, the memories became more personal, more shocking…

(A man in a long black cloak stood across from Harry, pale white skin like a vampires, with a face similar to that of a snakes, bald and ruby red eyes the creature held out a long stick that somehow, she knew was a wand and aimed a jet of green light at Harry, who dodged the subconsciously known dangerous jet of light…)

Flashes before her eyes revealed him as Harry Potter, famous in the wizarding world for defeating a man named Lord Voldemort…or so everyone had thought. Sookie's head began to throb as his intentions, through vision became clear: Harry was sent to find Eric in order to prevent his people from losing the war that was going on. The war hidden from people such as herself. To save people like herself. Visions of death flashes before her eyes:

….A flash of green light and a woman with fiery red hair protecting an infant-Harry-falls dead to the ground…A boy who couldn't have been any older than seventeen dropped dead on the graveyard floor, silver hues shining no more… A man she knew to be Harry's recently discovered godfather falls into a veil and never resurfaces…An ancient, but kind looking man is thrown full force off of the highest tower…flash. Harry's fighting in the war. Death all around him…

The deaths of students and adults alike build in her mind. the fascination and horror at every fairytale creature both good and bad seemed to come to life right before her eyes. And then…She released him. Sookie recoiled her hands in disbelief, the pictures she had seen still played in her mind like a never-ending horror flick. She felt sickened by everything she'd witnessed. She barely could comprehend the voice trying to make itself known in the background. The voice everyone else in the room recognized as Eric's. "Well?" Impatience. Sookie opened her mouth and as she did, she could hear the faint sound of Harry's mother screaming. It rang in her ears like an alarm. She covered them, trying to block it out, but the scream continued, following only by more images of death…

(…A man named Severus Snape is attacked by a vicious snake…he bleeds to death on the dusty ground…A small frail body is carried in by a burly looking man…)

She didn't notice until too late that Harry had reached out an arm, which he'd done immediately after Pam released him, and grasped onto Sookie's ankle, tugging hard until she slipped from the stairs and fell headfirst, taking her arms too late from her eyes to fully catch herself and hit the ground with a hard thud. He didn't need to look back to know she'd bled from the impact, the predatory gaze from the trio of vampires told him. Bill had gone to Sookie's side, but Harry didn't watch them any further. "Sookie." Eric looked at her and Harry could see annoyance and uncertainty in his eyes.

"I-don't know what I saw-exactly." She said and Harry knew she was lying.

"That's not an-Then ask him yourself." Sookie said, her voice distant. Holding her mouth and cringing from the state of her mind, Sookie and Bill exited the nightclub.

"Pam, if you'll excuse us." Eric's impatient voice triggered Pam to follow his orders without a snide remark. "So." He said, once Pam had left. "What's another witch doing wandering around Bon Temps?"

Astonishment raced through him. How did he know? Eric's pale blue hues glared idly. Well it wasn't as though he wouldn't have had to say so anyhow. Regardless of how, he was certain he didn't know why he was there. "Eric." He began. "I came from the wizarding world to come find you. "It's been overrun by a dark wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort. He's outnumbered us. We need help." He paused. "Your assistance is much needed and would greatly benefit the cause." Eric simply stated him down a moment.

"I have already declined one of your kind." Eric stated. "Freaks in masks attempting to get me to join their 'lords' cause." Harry's eyes widened. Death Eaters.

"Voldemorts been here?"

Eric scowled. "Not here to several other places apparently. As I've said, I, nor do any of us have interest whatsoever in your witch war." The way he said it! As though wizards were the scum of the earth. He would have expressed great offense had it not been for his need to convert this sheriff to fighting alongside the order.

"It is very important." He spoke, trying yet again. "Voldemort talks of equality amongst purity, vampires and people like me aren't welcome in the world he intends to make. Not just in London. Worldwide. No one wants this war, but we have to defend ourselves. If we cannot win-we will all die."

Eric seemed all but swayed. "I assure you." He said. "I will not be fighting in your war. Nor will anyone else in my town."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, angry and desperate to find words to perhaps sway the stubborn bastard, but found himself waved off in a way that boiled his blood. "Leave, now."

Harry took a step back. "You'll die if you won't help." He said, looking at him eye to eye. Eric smirked.

"Your concern for me is flattering." Harry glared. "Listen-" Eric silenced him yet again. "We're done here. Please leave now. Unless of course you'd quite like an escort? I can't promise you won't wind up dinner but-"

"No thanks." Harry cut him off flatly. He got the distinct feeling this man-if he could call him such, took delight in rousing his temper. Mind, these days it really wasn't too difficult to set him off. Turning on his heel, he began to make his way out of the nightclub.

"He gone?" The beautiful blonde vampire sauntered over to her maker. "Yes." Pam smirked. "I saw you, you know. He smelled appetizing. Virgin isn't he?" Eric nodded. "And a witch." Pam's eyes broadened. "Really? I didn't notice witched had scents."

"I suppose it's only natural witches. Then again, I've met them both. And I despise them thrice over."

"You just never seem to have a pleasant time when they're around." Pam said, clearly amused. Eric bore his fangs in contempt, recollecting the memory of the witches who'd erased his memory not too long ago. "First that Hallow bitch, and now this boy and those other freaks." Pam chuckled. "So what are you going to do? What did he want?"

"The same as the others. Help."

What the hell was he supposed to do now? Eric wasn't going to change his mind. Giving up was sounding better every second. Of course, the mission was to convert allies. But did he really have all the time in the world to try and convert one vampire? Not in his eyes. Why he even needed this despicable one in the first place he hadn't a clue. Only when it was a certainty the pursued allies weren't going to help became very apparent would he be made to leave and relocate. He hadn't gone any further than the parking lot. Although it hadn't just occurred to him that he'd have to walk home, it did only just hit him how long of a walk that would actually be. Heaving a sigh, he prepared to make his way out of Fangtasia territory. However, before he'd truly gotten away from the lot, a shadow loomed behind him. A chill ran down his spine.

"Hey there." The voice was strangely familiar given he hadn't heard it but once. He turned around to face the same young vampire he had earlier with Bill and Sookie.

Eva.

"Where's your owner pet?" Harry looked at her. "He's inside."

"Ohh, I don't think you're telling the truth." She smirked. "And I don't believe you have an owner."

"I do."

"Liar, Liar." She giggled and he shuddered. She seemed quite pleased with her "discovery" and Harry could feel dark intentions behind it. Eva's eyes glowed a ravenous silver in the moonlight, her porcelain skin setting off a ghostly appearance. "I can hear your heart. You're nervous." Eva stepped up to him. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." She placed her hands on either side of his shoulder, pulling him close to her. Silver bore into green. He could feel it yet again. The unmistakable feeling of intrusion. She was attempting to glamour him. But she wasn't nearly as strong as Eric, and therefore…

"It's not going to work." Eva's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Wh-" she stared long and hard. "What's your name?"

"Harry, and I'm still not glamoured." Eva's eyes turned into slits. "You smell different from others. What are you?"

Harry tried to tug away from her. "Let go." Her hands only tightened around his shoulders, making him believe at any moment, they would crack. Harry pressed his hands against her stomach.

"Let-go!" Sparks flew from his hands, shocking the vampire. He wondered why he hadn't tried this earlier with Sookie. Guess he couldn't have thought of anything what with images of murder flashing before your eyes. Eva had howled in pain, and it only registered to him too late. She wrapped a single, cold hand around his throat and slammed him to the concrete. He hissed, his head throbbing with explicit pain. Eva straddled him, pinning his arms to his side. Her teeth had dug just deep enough to leave a slight puncture when he found himself freed from her grasp. Though, not before her fangs sliced a broadish line across the side of his throat right where her mark should have been. He sat up immediately in time to see Eric holding the young vampire in the air by her throat.

"Can't you read?" he squeezed her neck to the point where Harry suspected he might break it. "On our lot…do-not-feed." He tossed her aside as though she were a mere doll. Eva looked up at him, for a moment seeming to consider whether or not she would leave the lot alive tonight. "Leave." Eric hissed and in an instant, she'd fled without a backwards glance. Harry placed a hand to his neck, feeling the sting from Eva's fangs, Blood stained his fingers. He looked up at Eric to see his eyes locked not on him, but on his neck.

"Er-thanks." Harry stood up. He was still rather annoyed at his failure to convert him, but was grateful at his intervention. Eric said nothing at first, and Harry wondered whether or not he was debating on whether he should break his own rule and attack, or simply walk away…

"Do not thank me." he said, finally settling on a solution. "I assure you, had she not been within Fangtasia property, you wouldn't have had me to save you." Stunned, Harry said nothing as the blonde vampire turned from him.

"Whatever." He couldn't have been in a worse mood. He turned as well, but remembering the pain in his neck, which had temporarily taken a back seat, realized it had only gotten worse. "Hey-I need-" He was gone. He cursed silently. He supposed he could drop by the Grabbit Kwik he'd seen back in Bon Temps; if he managed to make it there soon. He severely disliked Eric at this point. Leaving him with an open wound in the middle of a vampire bar lot. "Probably figured I could fix myself up easy." And, technically, if he would have been able, he could have. But he wasn't in a position to do so. Turning to leave again, he groaned at the rising ache in his head. He made his way down the road unsurprised by the lack of traffic.

Had there been no full moon that night, he'd find himself engulfed in darkness. Harry had only just considered apparating back when a light came from ahead. He kept walking. For all he knew, it was some kind of mugger. And he certainly didn't feel like having anymore excitement tonight. The car drove past, and Harry walked on. However, when the car began to back up, his heart pounded in his chest. Perhaps they'd simply forgotten something or they made a wrong turn. These theories were dispersed when the car pulled up beside him. It was a very nice red car with black tinted windows. Naturally, he couldn't see who was inside, threat or otherwise. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly looking forward to the 'man behind the wheel.' As the opaque window lowered a familiar voice sounded in the car:

"Snow Bunny? What the hell is you doin' out here?"

Harry's eyes widened. "Lafayette?" He could help but to feel immense relief. "I kind of-lost my ride I suppose." Lafayette squinted his eyes. Without a doubt, he'd noticed the cut on his neck.

"What happened to you?"

"Vampire." He said. "Attacked me on Fangtasia's lot." Lafayette raised a brow.

"What, is you a fang-banger?" Harry scowled. "No I-it's not important anyhow, but I-kind of need to get home-head hurts and this cut-"

"Hey no problem, I'll give you a lift." He had hoped so. "Thank you."

"What, you think I'd leave you here?" Harry managed a small smile. "Hoped not."

"Well get in, I got to make a stop anyway." Harry made his way into the passenger seat, buckled up and leaned back. The car itself was clearly very new. The leather interior was black and rather comfortable. The seats themselves had built in heat, which helped relax his throbbing head a bit. Harry closed his eyes and breathed as he heard the click of the doors locking,. The car turned then, and Harry's eyes shot open.

"Where are we doing?" Lafayette glanced at him. "Fangtasia, gotta make a stop there."

"And you accuse me of fang-banging?"

"Oh don't get it twisted cupcake, I ain't there for pleasure. Strictly business."

"Right."Harry chuckled a bit. "You know what-" Lafayette began.

Harry laughed, however that in itself seemed to put stain on his aching neck and head, causing him to flinch. Lafayette frowned. "I'll try to hurry."

"Who are you going to see? There's only Eric and Pam inside, the rest of the club was closed early."

"Well good cause that's all I care to see. Come to think of it, don't care to see them either, but I aint got no choice."

"You know them then?"

"We uh, we definitely acquainted."

Being back at Fangtasia even safely (or as safe as one can be in a vampire bar parking lot) secured in Lafayette's car, brought a chill down his spine, mixed with unmistakable loathing for a certain fanged sheriff. He wondered what it was Lafayette might have needed of either one of them. He just hoped he'd come out soon. The leather seating's heat warmed him up considerably, although outside wasn't too cold anyhow,. Louisiana seemed to possess warm weather all the time. In a random moment, he found himself thinking about Merlottes Bar. He was to be starting work tomorrow evening. Working with Lafayette, Arlene-and Sookie. His fists clenched. Just thinking of her name made him furious, and he could feel the pain of intrusion and betrayal all chalked into one. The thought that she might very well be traumatized by what she'd seen was his only consolation. He wasn't too sure if he'd be able to work there now, but a part of him knew he needed the money.

Still, he needed furniture and kitchen supplies as well as loo essentials. He figured tomorrow morning he'd start bargain shopping with the money he'd managed to get of course, he and been able to go to Gringotts, being on the run really limits where you can go, after all. Lucky he wasn't much of an extravagant shopper. Hell, he was barely one at all. In what seemed like minutes since he'd drifted into his own thoughts, Lafayette had finally returned from his 'meeting.' "Thank god that's over." Harry looked over at the man beside him with lipgloss and sparkly eyeshadow. "I take it you're not too comfortable with them?"

"That obvious?" Harry nodded. He didn't blame him of course. It wasn't as though Eric was someone anyone who didn't happen to be a vampire…or perhaps Sookie could feel even remotely comfortable with. "Alright, well lets get you something for your cut."

They arrived Bon Temps around 1:30am. Instead of driving him home, Lafayette made a direct route to his house. Harry, finding himself to be more worn out than he'd originally thought, did not protest to this. Harry stepped out of the car, into Lafayette's driveway, and headed up to the door. He waited for Lafayette to open the door and head in first before he followed suit. The place had a distinct, light smell of marijuana and incents. He settled himself into a comfortable chair, and relaxed. Lafayette exited the living room and returned with a bottle of pills, Band-Aids, a wet towel, a cup of water and some Neosporin.

"The cut aint deep enough for stitches, thank god." Lafayette leaned down and handed Harry the water, setting down the other items except the pills, which turned out to be aspirin. "Take these, it'll help the headache." Harry didn't hesitate, and popped a pill before downing it with the cold fluid. He then felt something warm against his wounded cheek. The towel. It stung a bit, but feeling the Neosporin Lafayette then placed on it made it feel a bit better. The white bandage was then place securely over the cut and by then, his headache was slowly beginning to subside. "If you want, I can take you home but you's welcome to stay here tonight." Harry managed a small, grateful smile.

"Thank you." A strange, rumbling noise sounded then, and it took him a few moments to realize it was his stomach. He hadn't eaten since noon and Harry cursed his own stupidity for not eating then.

"I got some leftover stew in the kitchen, you want a bowl?"

Harry nodded and made to stand up.

"Oh don't bother, I'll get it."

"No Lafayette, it's fine I-"

"What I say? Sit."

Harry sighed and retained his seat. When Lafayette returned, it was with a delicious smelling crab stew on a dinner table. The smell was intoxicating to him and Harry had dug in the instant he could.

"Damn, you's hungry, you been starving or something?"

Harry swallowed a mouthful. "Oh, hadn't eaten since noon."

Lafayette took a seat opposite him. "Don't answer if you don't feel like it but-what was you doin' over at Fangtasia?"

Harry paused, his spoon full of stew, inches from his mouth. "Oh." He placed the spoon down, back into the bowl. "Sookie and Bill took me. Apparently, Bill thought I might be a threat or something. "Lafayette gave him a look. "Like he's one to talk." Harry shrugged.

"So-if they brought you, where were they when you left?"

"They'd already taken off. Home, I expect." Harry replied.

Lafayette looked shocked. They left you there?" Harry shrugged again. Not that Lafayette knew it, but Harry would have rather walked than be in the car with them anyhow. "Hey Lafayette?"

"Hm?"

"Was wondering, I don't have any furniture in the house and really not enough money to pay people to help me move stuff in. "You wanted my help?"

"If you didn't mind."

"Alright, I can squeeze time in, Get Jason and Hoy to help too, if you want."

"That would be great, thank you."

AUTHORS NOTE: Alright, so I tried my best on this chapter, and typing it up since it's been so long since my last chapter. I'll try to update as much as possible and I only hope you all enjoy and keep reading. Your reviews and messages are inspiring to me. Thanks to everyone! :D