Alright sorry for the short chapters I was just trying to get these three out then I am going to start combining the chapters from the old story from a few years back that my friend wrote. I always think it is going to be easy to just change the story into the way I like it but I always end up rewriting everything anyway.
Harry stood behind the bar of a pub near the HDC(House of Dark Creatures) cleaning a glass. It had been almost 5 years since Harry had Turned and about a year since he had gotten out of vampire puberty. He winced at the thought. Puberty was never fun but try intermingling your need for food with sex. Not to mention the endorphins involved in the actual feeding did nothing to steady the issue. He had hit a growth spurt the year before and stood roughly six feet tall and looked a few years older than a 14 year old should. He had grown his hair down to his shoulders and pulled it back into a rough ponytail at the back of his neck. He even took up Alucards habit of wearing the same orange sunglasses no matter where he went. He put up another glass and grabbed another thinking about the last few years.
Living at the HDC was never easy but the time he had spent there had been the best of his life. He had met quite a few colorful characters living there. Everything from a half mermaid in need of a place to stay after she fled from slavery to a kleptomaniac dwarf that had needed medical treatment after an attempted panty raid on a succubi's apartment. Helping poor unfortunate souls under the repressive British laws was the name of the game and Harry and his family were getting good at it. Though the laws on becoming the citizen of a foreign nation were ironclad as well. It seemed that though Britain hated their dark creatures, they refused to let them go making them forever live in what could only be seen as servitude. This had prompted the HDC to send quite a few friends on less than legal long term vacations. Werewolves were sent to the rolling hills of Mongolia where they were allowed to roam free. Anubis took a few long term curse-breaking pro bono "jobs" with the goblins of Gringotts down in Egypt. Even a Veela Coven in France was taking veela in and "making" documentation proving the new refugees had spent their entire lives in the veela glade there.
More than just having fun helping people though Harry had a family. The house usually had at least on visitor at any given time but Harry had grown very close to the permanent residents. Eric had been a wandering nomad that had first set off on a journey to accept his Lycanthropy so that he he could control the transformation at will. Well any time other than the full moon when he went full beast like all the other werewolves.
Somewhere along the way he had picked up the two veela girls in France after they had lost their mother when she had been accused of "seducing" the German Minister of Magic by the Ministers wife. The sentence had been harsh but the mother had killed her self in jail rather than spend another day servicing the guards at the prison at all hours of the day. When news of her death hit her family the father had gotten drunk and accidently stepped into the street in front of a car. Eric had found 3 year old Aimee and 4 year old Claire living in an alley and brought them with him, eventually settling down after Alucard offered to let them stay to give the girls a stable life.
After the death of Alucards entire family at the hands of the Vaticans vampire hunters with the covert help of one of the other 13 vampire families he had spent many years in self exile. He had chosen Britain due to the distinct lack of magical vampire activity. Using what little funds he had left he had bought a run down house on the outskirts of London to live in and run a medical practice out of while he planned his revenge.
Alucard couldn't help but laugh at whenever he told the story of how the three came to live with him. Eric had come running in one day, begging for a doctor to look at the girls, scared witless because the girls were acting funny and their magic was rampant. Alucard had told him the girls were going through early veela puberty due to their emotional state. When Alucard had taken pity on him and asked if they would like to live with him so that he could make sure they grew into their powers correctly Eric had readily agreed, and so began the first good deed of what would soon be called the House of Dark Creatures.
Of course Harry had had his fair share of headaches with two Veela "sisters" and the addition of a Mermaid sister a year after he was Turned, not to mention a womanizing werewolf and an incognito Vampire royal. Money was tight though. Helping people had its costs and between that and raising the kids, Eric bouncing at the club downtown and Alucard seeing a few patients a week wasn't cutting it. Harry had been forced to get a job. Not that he minded. He had started working at the Upside Down Rhinoceros soon after his growth spurt.
Harry had been curious about everything after not only spending his life in a cupboard but having his life turned upside down and learning that myths were real. He hadn't stopped after learning how to tend bar. Cars, security, cooking, anything and everything he saw someone do he asked them to teach him. Alucard had taught him healing. A mundane Vampire hunter named blade had taught him how to use different weapons. Explosives, investing, alchemy. Harry had even learned the Goblin and Merfolk language. Of course he tried to learn as much as he could about magic from everyone he met.
Harry looked up and noticed Erick signal him from the front. He nodded and turned to Jamison Parker-Swann, the owner of this fine establishment. He liked the old big game hunter. He always had a few cool stories to tell. Harry especially liked to hear him him tell the story about the stuffed Rhino that sat on the wall, seemingly guarding the pub that had been named after him. He soon left through the back door and joined Erick. They started to walk the few blocks back to the house.
"Dobby is supposed to be here for dinner tonight." The WerePerv sighed.
Harry just laughed. The old werewolf held no love for the pyromaniac House elf. Dobby had come to them a few months beforehand after being freed from his abusive wizarding family and needed help adjusting to life on his own. The family had taken him in until and with his seemingly genius understanding of things that blew up he had gotten a job helping thieves blow big holes in things. Dobby was usually out of town on different jobs but he came by for dinner whenever he could. He was a great asset to the HDC and helped spread the word around the continent. Even helped free a few elves. They were now a haven for many Half-breeds with the new discrimination laws being passed. He also had all sorts of interesting information on both the magical and muggle worlds. He picked up all sorts of gossip from the underground of both.
They entered the house to find Dobby lying on one of the many couches puffing on a cigar. He tipped his hat back from his eyes, looking far from the small scared elf he used to be.
"Yo, Harry wasup." He said tossing a pouch.
"Whats this." Harry asked weighing it in his hands
"Chinese flaming Sand. Picked it up off a guy in Croatia." Dobby said laying back down
"How did you get this and why give it to me. You can't find this outside of China they don't legally sell it anywhere else." Harry asked
"When I told him I needed a big bag I meant by my standards, not as big as me. Not that I can complain" the elf giggled madly.
"Don't ever change Dobs." Harry said smiling. He saw Alucard on the Couch reading a muggle newspaper.
"Anything new and unusual." Harry asked plopping down next to him. He had learned shortly after his turning about his true nature, magic, and Voldemort. He even knew that the Dark Lord was not dead. It was not that hard to figure out Muggles were being massacred, Wizards were killed, and Witches were kidnapped and found weeks later babbling and crying their minds broken under the rape and torture that they had surely been put through. That was only the beginning, bridges collapsed, buildings burned, and strange occurrences were everywhere. Not to mention when some of your friends whole goal in life was to stay hidden in the mountains of Albania where the Dark Lord was trying to resurrect himself he hear a few things.
"Two more Muggles dead with unknown causes. They think it was a heart attack but both victims had a burn mark on their chest."
"Sounds like a Killing curse to me." Harry surmised sitting down with the family to enjoy a little quality time with his family.
Harry was sitting on the couch after dinner to lazy to even pay attention to the TV with the girls. Dobby was sitting on the back of the couch fiddling with what looked like volatile materials. Harry had yet to figure out what the small elf was making and was not about to interrupt the elf while he was doing it. Alucard had gone out to meet up with a friend and Eric was at work leaving Harry in charge. Not that anything urgently important ever came up this time of night. Well besides on Halloween. Suddenly a house elf that worked nearby came rushing in. Sooooo close.
"Harry Potters sirs." He squeaked "Death Eater's sirs. They are chasing a Muggle born near here sirs."
Harry shot up and grabbed his Trench coat. He threw it on.
"Where." He said darkly.
"In the alley near McEans." the elf squeaked.
The boy bit his wrist and bloody mist billowed from the wound and whirled around him. When the cloud dispersed Harry was gone, having jumped to his desired location.
Harry disliked Three things. Rapists, Racists, and death eaters. It must have been his lucky day because when he jumped into the alley way he saw all three. The death eaters had a brunette girl pinned to the ground, her clothes were torn and discarded. Two of the Eaters held her down as the other started to disrobe himself. Five more stood watching. Harry felt himself go into a blood rage.
"Filthy whore. I bet your going to love this, with as much as you dirty Mudbloods love to spread your legs and ruin the Pureblood families." The girl whimpered through the gag they had shoved into her mouth"Oh you are rather pretty for your age. Lets have some fun then shall we. If your good maybe I will share with my friends."
He laughed and started towards the young girl.
He was surprised by a hand on his shoulder and another on the opposite side of his neck.
"Do try to scream." Harry said. "It will make this so much more enjoyable.
The Death Eater had no time to reply before Harry broke his neck. The rest of the death eaters just stood there as Harry dropped the body and pulled two Glock 9mms from the holsters at his back and emptied the clips into the two death eaters holding the girl watching as their protective robes shields flickered and failed under the barrage. He dropped the guns and leaned back avoiding a Killing curse as it sailed right past his nose. He grabbed a throwing knife from the holster on his left thigh and whipped it at the Death Eater that had shot the spell, catching the man in the forehead.
The remaining four enemies snapped out of their trance as their comrade sank to the ground and they began to fire off spells at the vampire as quickly as they could. He quickly blood jumped behind them and pulled a boot top knife from his combat boots. He whipped it back handed across one of the eaters chest only barely cutting him through what appeared to be some sort of reptilian scale robes. The man stumbled backwards and fired a rather dark curse before tripping on some rubble on the floor. Harry threw himself to the side pulling his wand out mid roll and summoning the rubble the Death Eater had stumbled on pulling his legs out from under him.
He ducked behind a dumpster to avoid a German Black Fire spell. He couldn't jump again because with all the spells his chances of getting hit were to high. He was cornered though and he knew it. The corner of the dumpster was torn off by a powerful spell and the bricks over his head were dislodged and began to rain down on him. He didn't have much time before he was exposed. He banished the dumpster towards the death eaters just as a spell blew it into chunks. Shrapnel tore through his clothes and a few slivers of metal buried themselves in his skin. One of the stupider DE had walked too close and when the dumpster flew at him and exploded he threw his hands up over his face. What he didn't expect was for the young vampire to come sprinting towards him firing spells. Harry saw the mans want aimed at his chest and grabbed the mans wand arm wrenching it up behind the mans back and knocking the man to his knees. Harry put his wand to the side of the mans neck and blew his head all over the alley.
Harry jumped forwards pulling a flashbang from his coat pocket and slid it down the alley using some trash as cover. Even with his eyes closed Harry could see the flash. He jumped forward and charged the man he had cut before, who oddly enough was the only person functioning at the moment. He tried to hit Harry but the vampire used his arm do divert the punch and slammed his elbow into the Death Eaters ribs breaking a few. He then pulled the outstretched arm down and his shoulder up breaking the man's arm. Not yet convinced that the man was down, Harry slammed his boot into the side of his opponents right knee. He heard a Harry a satisfying snap as the ligament tore and turned to his last two foes. The man had dropped his wand in the chaos after the flashbang but had pulled the knife out of his comrades forehead. The woman snapped a weak spell at Harry while the man lunged. Harry sidestepped the spell and caught the man's arm before using the man's momentum to toss him down the alley.
Harry felt something slash his side as he caught a cutting curse in the side. He turned to the woman and grinned like a feral animal as his side began to heal. The Death Eater couldn't help but look into his red slitted eyes, they were filled with bloodlust and were both entrancing and terrifying. She was trapped in the young man's vampiric charm unable to move.
This vampiric charm, like the Veela's, made one irresistible and was used for seduction of prey, but it could also be used to induce pure fear. Harry pushed all his rage and hate into the charm and made the woman to see him as a nightmare rather than use it to make her swoon. She was to scared to move or scream. As with Veela charm it was stronger on the opposite sex. He was also to mad to use it effectively. The strongest Vampires could kill a man with his intent to kill, just stop their heart. Most could knock their prey unconscious. Harry could currently make people cry and sink to their knees before him. Not the best but he could usually do better then this.
He turned to find the knife wielding Death Eater had shaken off the throw and was charging once again. Harry side stepped the man and grabbed his wrist. He tightened his hold and bones and joints popped. The man squealed and dropped the knife. Harry used his vampiric reflex's to catch it in mid air and thrust it up into the man's head where his chin met his throat. The man made a gurgling sound and blood dripped down the knife blade. Harry growled at the man and threw him as hard as he could into a nearby car, leaving a man sized dent in the hood.
Harry jumped behind the man he had beaten so badly earlier and threw him into the wall, leaving a slight indention in the brick. Harry was on the man before he could fall, slamming him up against the wall. The man spit up blood but otherwise stayed still.
"You will not die, No, you will tell that bastard you call a master that if he hurts anyone of my outcast brethren," Harry looked at the blood soaked girl in the clearing "or Muggleborns, then I will swear a Life Mark on him. No matter who he hides behind, or what he throws at me, I will tear him limb from limb. This I swear on my honor as a Night Stalker." Harry said vehemently. Using an unbreakable oath and backing it up with his station as a Magical vampire.
He let the man sink to the ground.
"Now watch your comrade die." He said pushing the woman up against the wall and lifting her head up.
He sank his teeth into her neck and ripped her throat out. This snapped her out of her trance but she had no way of screaming. Harry licked the blood from her and held her up against the wall until she stopped kicking. When she did Harry threw her into the wall hard enough to embed her body into the brick. The man across from him threw up. Harry walked over and knocked him unconscious.
He sank to his knees and started to go into blood hype. All the fighting, the adrenaline, the blood. He could feel it he needed more, his pupils began to spasm and he stumbled back into the wall, sliding down to the ground holding his head.
His head was pounding in rhythm with his heart. Every one of his senses was hypersensitive to the point that he couldn't understand what they were telling him. Some of the quietest noises sounded like an explosion and the his sense of smell just shut down under the plethora of scents in the dank alleyway.
Except one. Harry jerked his head up at the scent of blood. Not spilled sullied blood. The muggleborn was sitting there huddled against the opposite wall hyperventilating with her wand pointed at him. The only thing that mattered to him though was the thrum of her heart beating, pumping warm delicious life blood just under her skin. He could see her throat expanding and contracting with each beat. All his senses forced everything out but her. Sight, sound, smell, even the feeling of her body heat was discernible now. He pushed himself forward onto his hands and knees with a growl. He stumbled to his feet and unconsciously took a step towards her when he saw her flinch and her wand tremble. That one movement broke the synchronization that enthralled his senses and he got enough of a foothold to push his own will into the forefront of his mind.
The young girl pushed herself further into the wall as he began to walk forward towards her. He picked pulled the trench coat Eric had gotten him for his birthday and dropped it over her head. She jerked at the sensation of something touching her. She let the collar drop so she was hiding behind it.
He just kept walking and picked up his guns and holstered them at the small of his back. He sighed puberty was a huge pain in the ass. Especially when it came to women and blood. Put on top of that he just "selflessly" gave up the jacket Eric had bought him when he had gotten the job at the pub.
"Stay safe." Harry growled without looking back trying to get as far away as possible in case he got hit with the urge again.
Harry got back home to find Alucard, Erick, Dobby, and a goblin named BlackMaw. The family had helped the Goblin out of a tight squeeze when he had been sent to collect on a debt and been attacked. He was now our banker and a part of the family. It looked they were finally going to do something about these little attacks.
"OK Mr. High and mighty Voldemort is back. Ever since he couldn't find the sorcerers stone he has been up to something. Death Eater sightings, Pureblood vaults getting emptier faster than normal, we have to start calling on our allies." Alucard said looking over a few files BlackMaw had brought him from the bank.
"Dobby get your 'Friends' to make some inquiries. Get as much supplies as you can. Maw keep an ear to the ground about financial matters of Malfoys and the like and get ready for money to start changing hands rather quickly. Erick can you try to talk to some of the more noble Packs and see if they will support us and if they can bring more into the fold. Alucard I am going to need you to set up another safe house just in case as well as setting up a base because I don't want the girls in the middle of this. Also I need you to get me entered into the Vampiric Chamber so I can be recognized as a legal vamp." Harry said
"Are you sure, the Seers will give you good advice, but while I have taught you much of Vampire Politics, not all vampires are as noble as us and things in the Vampire world are very dangerous. Now we are going to introduce you to them so that every vampire on earth will know that Harry Potter is a vampire." Alucard said looking at him worriedly
"It's something I will have to deal with." Harry slid on his coat and started for the door.
"I don't like the way this feels." Alucard sighed before following his young charge into the "office". Harry stumbled over to doctors table and leaned against it. He hadn't taken the time to look over his various wounds.
"You did rather well against them." Alucard said rifling through the cabinet for the necessary healing potions.
"Yeah you kicked their asses." Eric all but tittered as he came in the room.
"No I didn't" Harry said cutting his blood soaked pants leg open so he could see find the wound.
"What do you mean. You dominated them." Eric retorted before Alucard shooed him off the cabinet that he was lounging on.
"No they didn't expect muggle means. Next time they will be at least a little bit better prepared. Protective gear, wards, strategies I don't know what it will be but I have to expect they will be much stronger. I mean yeah as a vampire I am fast and agile. I can overpower them physically. Hell I can even scare the less powerful ones just by looking at them. However as far as magical battles go, I got caught by so many spells. I can dodge but once there are enough spells flying around I'm limited." Harry said noticing that his legs were covered with marks from where stray spells had hit him under his line of sight.
"I need more defensive spells. Hell even offensively I was sub par. Against someone in the Inner circle, or Voldemort himself I would have been taken down in the first second. I need to know more about magic. I learned simple spells I learned from books but I need to be around magic I need to learn from people. I think I need to go to Hogwarts." Harry sighed resignedly.
Harry found himself in the Southern European Vampire Court in Italy not far from Milan. The Court's entry hall was nowhere near as grand as others around the world he was told. It wasn't that hard to believe honestly the ceilings were only twice as tall as a normal room. He was told that the Northern Court in St. Petersburg was something to behold. Then again the Southern European countries had certain stigmas towards vampires after Vlad the Impaler decided to become a Non-magical Vampire. Italy, France, and Spain were the only real countries to recognize Magical Vampires as anything close to sentient beings rather than creatures. Though it was funny the much shorter lived human race had long forgotten that the 13 Royal Vampire families were all recognized as Ancient and Royal families on par with the Potters and Malfoys by every Ministry of Magic in Europe due to a treaty signed in the 1200's. A nugget of information that Harry intended to use to his advantage.
Harry was broken from his thoughts by an itch that began to spread across his chest where the shrapnel from the dumpster had buried itself. Eric had laughed at him when Harry had turned around to reveal that he had a large shard of ice stuck in the leather holster at the back of his pants. Harry didn't think it was quite so funny realizing that he was a few inches of leather and cloth from being stabbed in the kidney. While he was fairly certain that he had progressed far enough in his vampire maturation that it wouldn't have killed him especially with some blood to speed up the process.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts as Alucard walked up, his face muscles taught and schooled in a stoic mask.
"Alright you have been registered under House Dracul as my "heir" of sorts." Harry just nodded but his eyes kept flickering over the older vampires shoulder making the mans muscles tighten up further.
"Now we have been asked to..." He was cut off as Harry dropped his eyes to the floor quickly. Alucard jerked to the side and looked over his shoulder. When he turned back around Harry was sniggering.
"Yeah yeah I know everyone here wants a piece of this and you think its funny. Don't forget some of the younger vampires think that hooking up with not only the Boy Who Lived will increase their standing. Not to mention your not only in the same boat as me by being one of the last Dracul but your the last of House Potter back home which means, your going to have to deal with this at school from humans too." Alucard chuckled as Harry blanched at the thought. "Now as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, the Seers want to see you."
"WHAT. You mean the three original vampires."
"Yeah apparently the entering of one Harry Potter prompted a visit from the 3 Vampiric Seers. This would be the first time they have been to Italy since the Renaissance. That means we CAN'T be late." Alucard grabbed him and pushed him through the building towards the inner sanctum.
They passed door after door each one more intricate than the last. Wood, Oak, Ebony, gold and silver inlays, expensive door knobs, all of them until they reached the last one. The fiber glass was chipped and cracked. Harry reached out and turned the dinged bronze door knob but didn't open it.
"You coming." Harry asked when he noticed his mentor leaning against the frame of a door down the hall.
"Not invited. Now get moving."
Harry closed his eyes and counted to before opening it and walking in. He stood perplexed as the door closed quietly behind hm. The door had been a surprise but he was completely confused as to why he was standing in an empty janitors closet with three figures. Either Alucard was having on on him or someone was gonna have a bad day when Harry found out whose idea it was.
That was until the three figures pulled back back their hoods. The one on the left was of some sort of Nordic descent, with blue eyes and pale blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and very slender features. The second was shorter, with curly auburn hair. Her facial features were similar but she had a heavier brow ridge and stunning green eyes. The one on the right however seemed out of place though no less beautiful. She was the smallest of the three sporting brown hair with eyes to match. All of them were beautiful and if this was a joke at least it was a good one.
"Hello Harry. It is a pleasure to meet you. I didn't think you would be quite so cute, I find myself impressed though and that is not a common occurrence for an immortal Vampire." The red haired one giggled, completely breaking any sense of awe she had created by mentioning that she couldn't die.
"Well our sister's flirting with you aside we did bring you here for a reason. Things in this world have continued as it is for long enough. We find it is time for a change. A new era could begin soon with the right push. A single act from the right person is all it would take." The blonde one remarked, quirking her eyebrow at her sister's antics.
"So we are here to help you become that person. Whether you change the world though, is up to you and your actions." The said quietly.
White light began to shine out of their mouths and eyes.
"The One Who Should Have Died will emerge
From the Meeting of 3 he will come
The Battle of Blood will return." Said the blonde one
"The People of Night will rise
United the Children of Magic will Unite
Born will be the Nation of Creatures" Said the red haired one
"A leader of both worlds will arise.
At his side a Mate of Passion
On his shoulders will rest the fate of the world." Said the Indian one
"And they will call him God." They said in unison, disappearing in a flash of bright light.
Now push that review down there... and take a few seconds to tell me what you think. What do you like what do you not like what should I work on. How is it to you. Ideas for things just tell me. Also NO I am not going to make him into a GOD by allowing him to touch some magical object or absorb Voldemort or whatever bullshit. He barely took out a handfull of low ranked untrained Death Eaters that joined a wraith to have fun being bullies. Voldemort is recruiting lackeys to help him anyway they can, not soldiers. Especially since none of his REAL soldiers can train them being to busy trying to get back LV's body or being locked up in jail.