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First off people keep asking about the Hat. Don't worry he will be returning. I just wouldn't think anyone in their right mind would take the sorting hat to Snapes class. McGonogal maybe, Flitwick and Hagrid definitely. Secondly Harry might be a vampire with great senses but he isn't a fully matured vampire by any stretch of the imagination. He is still surprised sometimes like with Hermione and Cho, he didn't expect the girls to attack him. As for Draco he couldn't dodge it the wand was pressed against his hand. He dodged the one that was at actual distance.
Dark Creatures
Harry sat in HDC he had jumped back for the weekend. Harry was worried of the possible repercussions of what had happened with the French students. Harry was also slightly annoyed that he had let the scent of blood distract him enough that Malfoy was able to get the shot on his hand. He sat at a table in the middle of the living room looking at a few of the people he had gathered so far to fight the rising tide of Death Eaters, and if need be, the magical world. Erick had found a few of the other "Changed" Werewolves. This was to say, that Erick and his buddies could change at anytime they wanted, and control it. Still like other Werewolves the full moon drove them insane and unlocked their bestial instincts. It took years to take control of their shape-shifting and they had to fully except and embrace their wolf half. Dobby had brought an assortment of Muggleborns forced to a life of thievery by the blood based political background of the Magical world, and Squib mercenaries. They were a right motley crew but nothing would stop them.
A werewolf named Ben had just finished his report on a mansion not far from the HDC that the Death eaters were using as a base. The fact that they were so close scared Harry into making the first move. If anyone found the HDC and the Dark creatures nearby base then they would be royally screwed and they weren't in a position that they could defend from.
Someone knocked on the door. Goyle walked forward expecting to find some more recruits. When he opened the door he only saw a man in combat boots and a black trench coat standing 10 feet away.
"Catch" The mystery man said tossing a grenade at the man. It exploded in the Death Eaters face and shrapnel tore through his mask ending his life. Harry turned and began to walk away. Spells began to rain down from windows and the front door.
Two refitted M35A2 Military Trucks rolled up into the front lawn unloading the HDC's fighters. Eric stood in the bed of the front truck with a cigarette smiling. Harry sure knew how to make an entrance, and why not, he did learn from the best. The Werewolf leaned over and pulled a machine gun turret from its case.(The gun is from Halo 3) He slid back the charging handle and let it snap back into place with a satisfying clack before unloading into the building at anyone that tried to hurt his pack.
Dobby hopped out of the rear vehicle and reached into his pack. He pulled two Molotov Cocktails and lit them before lobbing them at the second floor of the house. The first one struck a window spewing fire into the room. Screams could be heard from inside and a burning wizard fell from the window his body creating a flaming arc in the darkness. The second cocktail was shot out of the air midway through its arc and its contents splashed onto the lawn setting a few of the shrubs ablaze. Dobby smiled and went about watching for any injuries he would need to apparate back to the HDC.
The fight went on for several minutes with spells blowing chunks out of low wall the men were using as cover and the occasional glancing blow on a soldier. However the Death Eaters weren't faring so well. It was an easy thing to magically reinforce stone and wood making the doors much harder to destroy, but glass was one of the hardest substance to strengthen with enchantments. Every time a Death Eater moved to a window to cast a spell they risked catching a bullet while the Werewolves and mercenaries could fire from cover without much affect on their accuracy. Not to mention that casting a spell took longer than pulling a trigger.
Harry sat behind the rear truck with Dobby watching the battle. Eric's bullets were wearing down the magic reinforcing the walls as 50 cal rounds buried themselves in the stone walls. It wouldn't be long now. He leaned around the side and shot a wizard in the groin as he cast a bombardment spell. Pretty soon the Death Eaters weren't even stepping up to fire spells anymore they either fired blindly or hunkered down. Harry heard the radio in the truck announce that the right flank had taken out 3 wizards attempting to catch them with their pants down. Harry looked at the runestones next to the radio to make sure the anti-portkey and anti-apperation wards were still working. The wards weren't so much to keep the Death Eaters in as to keep reinforcements from showing up right behind them with no warning. This was a statement not an extermination. Well a statement that just happened to have immense amounts of needless explosive deconstruction. Harry smiled as he saw the walls flash gold as the runes protecting them failed. Bullets began to tear into the stone and explosions gouged huge holes in the side of the building. Harry signaled to Eric and the Werewolf poured bullets into the building with renewed vigor.
Harry picked up a large back pack and handed it to Dobby who cackled with mad glee.
"Dobs Blue 42 hut hut... HIKE." Harry yelled alerting the troops to the commencement of the final strike as they began to fire into the windows to keep the DE's heads down. Dobby began sprinting for the front right side of the building. Harry then turned and grabbed a SAM single shot missile launcher. He stepped out from around the side of the truck, dropping into a crouch as he pulled it to his shoulder. The missile flew through the hole that had been the front door and blew the stairs and main supports to the entry way into smithereens. Dobby charged the house and threw the satchel charge into the first floor of the house before apperating back into the truck. Suddenly fire streamed out the windows on the right wing of the house as Dobbys Chinese fire sand went off. Meanwhile the second floor around the entry way and the entryway itself gave out and crumbled into the basement Harry nodded satisfied with his work and jumped into the truck.
"Mount up" He yelled over the din of battle.
The trucks rolled away into the night, as the front of the building began to collapse taking much of the roof with it. As they drove away Harry looked back watching the raging inferno with no small amount of satisfaction.
Harry was fidgeting in his seat at breakfast on Sunday. He had decided he should be seen the day after the attack to look less suspicious. He just didn't like the looks he was getting from the students. It even seemed like the Ravenclaws were sitting further down the table than usual, if that was even possible without people sitting on each others laps. Harry snorted at the thought of the whole Ravenclaw table stacked up with on one bench. Harry watched as Fleur and a few other Beauxbatons girls. Harry quickly cataloged avenues and prepared to call Dobby for extraction. Fleur made a beeline for the young vampire with her friends. Harry clenched his eyes shut preparing for an exit.
"'arry where 'ave you been we wanted you to take us on a tour of your 'ogwarts." Fleur said smiling at the him.
Said boy dropped the smoke pellet he was holding in surprise engulfing the group in black smoke for a few seconds. The cloud cleared except a few tendrils that had gotten caught in Harry's clothes. He coughed up a large lungful of black smoke before he could speak.
"Huh." The vampire said confused.
"We wanted to zank you for 'elping us wiz the English Malfoy Buffoon. We zought maybe you would like to spend the day with uz. If nozing else we could certainly use your knowledge of zee school we willl be staying at." She said smiling sweetly as she used her allure to influence the young man. Harry noticed her growing prettier by the second before he realized what she was trying to do.
"You want the school vampire to show you around the dank English castle. This sounds like the plot to a horrible American teenage slasher film." Harry said flatly.
"Oh, whatever would we poor French maidens do wizout a brave young man to protect uz." Fleur said tilting her head up and to the side with the back of her hand on her brow.
Harry snort despite himself in turn making Fleur giggle. This was the final straw as Harry broke out into full blown sniggers and Fleur laughed melodically. When they finally settled down the girls sat down around him and began to eat dinner. Harry listened to them talk more about France but he kept his own conversations focused on Fleur and her family.
He found out that her mother had been a captive Veela after WWII had seen most of the Veela of France enslaved due to their perfect "Aryan" genes. She had befriended a young man not far from her home as a child but they had lost touch when she had been moved. As luck would have it though the young man had grown up and sought out Fleur's mother and bought her. He then proceeded to fight for the eventual freedom of all Veela and the creation of Veela enclaves in France. It had the trappings of a romance novel but Harry guessed he wasn't exactly the target audience. Fleur talked also about her younger sister, Gabrielle, and of a pet Eagle that she had had since childhood.
Harry also got to know Fleurs friends Aimee and Sophie. Aimee was the daughter of a french Quidditch player and an up and coming chaser herself. Sophie was the daughter of the French Minister of Magic though she hated being seen as such and had already made a name for herself in the Potions world.
After breakfast Harry stood up and motioned to the girls to follow. As Fleur passed him on her way out of the Great Hall Harry stole her little cape.
"What is the use of this little piece of cloth. It doesn't cover anything worth keeping you warm. It has no function whatsoever." He remarked holding it up to the light and squinting at it.
"It iz pretty. Women do not need function from everyzing in zere wardrobe." She said making an attempt to get it back from him causing him him to stand on tip toe and holding it over her head.
"It iz ztupid." Harry said. Fleur made another swipe at the cape and fell over knocking Harry over and ending up laying on top of him. Fleur laughed at Harry's blush.
"Ooooo iz ze leetle English Wizard not used to 'aving pretty girls close to 'im." She joked. Harry just scowled before leaning in towards her.
"If you wanted to be on top Fleur all you had to do was ask." He remarked
"I just couldn't 'elp but fall for zee great vampire lord of 'ogwarts." She said pretending to swoon.
"We vampire lords know how to treat our enticing young French maidens" Harry whispered in her ear before laying a light kiss on her neck, letting his fangs brush over her skin making her jump up onto her feet. She quickly rubbed her hands up and down her arms at the goosebumps that had risen there. Harry just laughed and stood up. He took Fleurs hand and bent to place a soft kiss on her knuckles
"Now it would be my pleasure to give you a tour of the greatest castle in all of Scotland." Harry said straightening up. "But first I must stop by my rooms for a moment"
He cast an engorgio on the Cape he had stolen and draped it across his shoulders. He looked at it for a moment.
"Oh my. 'arry you look so dashing in my cape. Perhaps you should join Beauxbatons, we could use a woman of your caliber." She laughed.
Harry pouted at the insult to his manhood.
"Can someone change this to a nice manly color, like black, my transfiguration leaves something to be desired."
The girls just looked at him and smirked. Harry gave them the puppy dog eyes. Finally Aimee snatched the cape out of his hands and did as he asked.
"God there is nothing more pathetic than a man that pouts. I can tell you are English." She said haughtily with a hint of a smile in her yes.
Harry threw the cloak over his shoulders once again.
"You cannot insult me... I AM the night." He said in a deep scratchy voice.
The girls burst out in laughter and it took a few minutes to compose themselves.
"Alright that was great now lets get on that tour. TO THE BAT CAVE." Harry said pulling the cloak up in front of his face and gliding across the room towards his quarters leaving the girls to follow him, their laughs echoing down the halls.
Harry had shown them all the grand facilities of the greatest of the institutes of magical education in all of Britan the library, the astronomy tower, the green houses... the room with the giant crazed man eating three headed dog. Harry really liked the last one. Nothing said putting the safety of the children of magical Britain like a Cerberus.
When Harry had stopped in his room he had grabbed the Sorting Hat. No tour of the castle would be complete without the input of the great Sorting Hat of the Four Founders. Of course the hat had quite a bit to say. It was equal parts insulting Harry, insulting the castle, and telling stories about the founders.
They were making their way down to the Beauxbatons carriages when Fleur pulled Harry behind a pillar letting her two friends continue on.
"Oh HO HO. Getting a little bit of that Veela action eh crotch stain. I remember a time when Salazar got himself a Veela. He kept the whole of Slytherin house up for a week with the cries that came from his office." The hat said from atop Harry's head. Harry stopped Fleur and pulled the hat off his head.
"Hey what are you doing. I could read your thoughts I know you are planning something." The hat yelled at him.
Harry just smiled as he caught a nearby garden gnome and placed the hat on its head before using a mild sticking charm.
"In the eternal words of A.A. Milne, enjoy the ride you dillhole." He cackled before loosing the now irate and frightened gnome and watching it tear ass down the hill scrabbling to get the hat off its head. The last they heard of the hat was a drawn out scream.
"ASSSSSSHHOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLEEEEEE..."
Fleur looked appalled at the treatment of a treasured article of the Hogwarts founders. Then she remembered the hat is a horrible... horrible person. She smiled and grabbed Harry's hand pulling him towards a tree overlooking the lake. She sat down leaning against the tree. She giggled as Harry snootily sat down next to her with a flourish of his cape. They sat quietly looking out over the Black Lake for a few minutes enjoying the moment.
"I want to zank you for dealing wiz zee Malfoy boy." Fleur finally said turning to look at him.
"Ah it was nothing." He said waving her off. "I did it cause it was fun to fuck with the ferret."
"No it was quite noble. My hero." She jokingly gushed.
"I prefer to think of myself as a rouge." Harry said making Fleur laugh.
"You tried to wear my blue cape." She said at the questioning look he shot her.
"Not one of my straighter moments I will agree." He admitted.
Fleurs face turned serious.
"Harry about biting me..." She started. Harry jerked upright but before he could say anything she finished. "It is alright. I more zan anyone know what it is like to be more zan 'uman."
Harry looked into her warm eyes for a moment and smiled unable to feel afraid around the young Veela. As they looked into each others eyes Harry felt something was off. Suddenly Fleur's features turned impish and Harry was nearly blinded as her Aura flared. She shone with radiance as the light seemed to reflect off her perfect features. Without warning she lunged forward knocking, Harry onto his back, and leaned down to kiss him. After several minutes she pulled away and stood up walking lightly back towards the carriages leaving Harry laying there his sunglasses askew. She stopped not far away resting her hand against the tree and looking back over her shoulder.
"Everyone 'as needs 'arry." She said giggling at the look on his face before disappearing around the tree.
Harry just sat up and shook his head and determined that all women were crazy. He stood up and walked up to the castle to meet with Dobby. When he walked into the House elf's "office" Harry noticed that the room was a bit more crowded than the last time.
"Yes and No." A voice came from behind a small table Dobby was using as a desk.
"What?" Harry asked confused.
"Yes the stacks you are looking at is part of the shipment. No that is not the only reason. I actually had to help the other day, ever since those other schools showed up I have so much less room. I had to pour out some of the flour in the barrels to fit the Barrett M82's." The elf muttered looking back at the letter he was reading. Harry edged his way around a box of ammunition sitting atop a barrel of what looked like cabbages to sit down across from Dobby on a crate. Dobby looked up at him and pointed one of his long skinny fingers at him.
"Your gonna wanna sit on something that doesn't explode." Harry jumped up and went to sit on a crate not far from Dobby's bed.
"Nope... Nu uh. No... still no... yes you can sit there... well if you don't mind fire instead of exploding. Guess not... no...Yes you can sit on that."
Harry did not look amused sitting on a rather uncomfortable lumpy sack, apparently the only thing Dobby owned that didn't present the threat of combustion.
"So how did the mercenaries settle in?" Harry asked
"Better than I thought they only tried to kill BlackMaw once." Dobby said.
"Well that is to be expected between the Shaman wars in West Africa, the Goblin Diamond wars, and the hunt for that minor dark lord in Bangladesh I would have to say they have earned the right to be a bit skittish." Harry said.
"Have you asked the Patil girl for help?" Dobby asked.
"No I plan to do that eventually but how do you ask someone for help with a ritual to start a revolution?"
"Your the boss that's your job." Dobby said shrugged. Harry just snorted and walked out the door heading for his rooms. When he got there he found the gnome he had put the hat on standing at the door.
"HEY DIPSHIT. Do you know how long it took me to overpower his simple mind. 7 minutes. 7 MINUTES. He had already bashed me against a tree half a dozen times and stabbed me with a stick by then." The hat ranted.
"Relax I knew you would figure it out, you are THE Hogwarts Sorting Hat after all." Harry said rolling his eyes.
"You better not forget it." The hat said mollified by the groveling.
"You didn't, you know, scramble him did you." Harry asked looking down at the gnome.
"No. Not there was much to fuck with. I knew I would have to hear about you bitchin about Gnome cruelty and all that bullshit. Besides I don't want to just leave him standing in front of your quarters pissing and shitting himself all over the floor." The hat said. Harry looked at him scathingly before picking him up. As soon as he did the gnome dashed off down the hall.
"Now I may have programmed him to dry hump Dumbledores leg." The hat said.
"There we go." Harry said nodding his head as the mystery was solved. "The hat we know and love."
The hat had another word for it. "Poof."
Harry sat down at his usual seat in History of Magic at the far back so he could play with his gummy bears and make them fight to the death. The losers of course were brutally devoured. The winner was given a quick death. (You know you still do this if your bored.) He was distracted as Hermione's voice broke his commentary of the fight between the Blue Brawler and the Red Wrangler in his head. He looked up to see her questioning Binns.
"Sir I was wondering what you could tell me about Vampires." She asked sneaking a look at Harry. He had avoided her since the incident with Fleur so he decided she wasn't being nosy just curious. Binns started going on about some Dracula type bullshit. Harry started to listen for a second absentmindedly popping a gummy bear into his mouth before remembering that the fight wasn't over and scowling. The Blue Brawler had been on a streak. Annoyed at the loss of a crowd favorite (if you poll the voices in his head) Harry interrupted the man.
"I'm sorry sir did you just tell me that the Vampires gather in "covens"? Do we look like we operate like gaggles of teenage girls." Harry said
"Yes it was discovered by Derrin Deadelus around 300 years ago." The ghost answered. "He spend over a decade living in the wilds of Croatia to study them."
"Really. The wilds, and what may I ask were the vampires doing there. They drink blood. As such they usually congregate , I know this is going to surprise you, near humans. Like in towns. Your really going to tell a vampire." Harry opened his mouth and pulled his lip down to better show his elongated canines.
"Well then why don't you write a book all about it and I am sure with enough verifiable evidence we will be able to listen to your side of the story." The Professor said smiling condescendingly. Harry just smiled back and leaned over to reach into his messenger bag and started to pull something out. As he did a voice came out of the bag.
"Hey dipshit let me out."
Harry shook his head.
"Come on I'm tired of reading this damn Anal Addicts mag. Oooo she really does seem to like it there doesn't she."
The class went wide eyed and Harry ripped the Sorting Hat from his bag.
"He he. I knew that would work." The hat said.
"Now if you are quite done making the class think I am a pervert I have to show up a snooty professor." Harry said causing the class to chuckle and Binns to scowl at the snooty remark.
"Hey you can't hide it from me I was in your head." the hat turned to look around the class. "You know when I first saw the fantasy in your head I wasn't sure but now that I see her I really do think Mrs. Patil would be flexible enough for that."
Harry proceeded to bang the hat into the desk.
"Ow OW OW ow ow... OW... Head ornament abuse... OW... ok ow... STOP... I WONT DO IT AGIAN I SWEAR." Harry stopped the beating. "I will be quiet."
Harry looked at the hat flatly.
"What I want to see him get put in his place too." The hat said with what counted for a shrug.
Harry just walked up to the front of the class with a book he had pulled from his bag.
"Here is an ACTUAL book with correct facts on vampirism and our society." Harry said tossing the book at the professor. Of course it went through him as he was a ghost. "Oh so sorry I guess I will have to read it to the class since you obviously aren't built for it."
Harry quickly hit the professor with a silencing charm before standing at the podium and looking at the class.
"Alright well what do you want to know first?" Harry asked smiling lopsidedly. Of course Hermione was the only one to raise her hand.
"Where do vampires come from?" She asked.
"Well the answer is simple but complex. Vampires as you know them, vampires without magic are a human creation to try and become like Magical Vampires. They are actually a curse brought about when humans tried to turn into true vampires using blood magic. They are exactly the type of vampire you read about in books except they can die just as easy as any human and have the same lifespan. They are created when someone with the curse bites a victim and that victim lives. They are sterile and can't breed. The answer for how true vampires came about is more difficult. First you must understand what true vampires are." Harry answered looking around to make sure no one would interrupt him.
"Magical Vampires are not allergic to garlic or sunlight. Unlike human made vampires however they can still use their magic and they heal much faster than normal humans. They are faster, stronger, and have heightened senses. They are also able to control their blood lust and feed without killing." Harry said wondering if that would in anyway sway anyone.
"Now you asked how Magical vampires came to be. That is a very important question in any situation but it will help me explain how Vampire society and politics works. Over 9000 years ago a demon named Miyabi the ruler of a dying dimension was able to create a human avatar in our world. He was quite strong but nowhere near his true ability. To bound three women, the strongest he could find, to him magically and used them to channel his power through to this world. With the three women he could project himself faster without overloading his body in this world, however it changed the women. They soon found themselves stronger than before, and they needed blood to survive. Soon they had become so strong that they killed the human body of Miyabi and trapped his power from receding across the veil back into his true form. These three women were the first vampires." Harry looked around to find the whole room enraptured.
"How does that matter to the social and political background of the vampires?" Hermione asked not forgetting what Harry had said earlier.
"Well Miyabi was so powerful that those three women became immortal..."
"I thought vampires weren't immortal." A Griffyndor with an Irish accent interjected.
"We aren't. We live longer than humans but the first 3 are. They also gained the power of prophecy. They are called the 3 Seers and they watch over our whole society. They don't have any real power and they don't involve themselves often, but when they do people listen and do exactly what the 3 suggest." Harry said.
"Which of the 3 is your ancestor?" Padma asked curiously.
"I was given blood by Alucard Dracul making me his adopted son of sorts and meaning I gained my blood from Merida of the 3, queen of the northern celts and sire of houses Dracul, Wayne, and Stark." Harry answered.
"What are the vampire houses?" Neville Longbottom asked.
"Well the vampires began to gather into houses based on their ancestor and eventually it was split into 3 houses per Seer for a grand total of 12 vampires. Anyone that was born after the forming of the houses was considered of lesser blood. Unless of course it was a physical, natural birth rather than the giving of blood. These houses are the political units of the Vampire world. They make the rules and they govern and police the smaller clans of vampires that group together." Harry answered.
"You you weren't born a vampire. You can't be of a royal house." Hermione said excited at the thought of an unprecedented occurrence.
"My sire Alucard's family was killed by one of the other families. He is all that is left and so he fought to have me considered his heir. He had to threaten them by saying he would not have any other heir and they would lose the bloodline before they consented to his adoption of me. If you would look into your history a little you will find that with the signing of the Nosferatu Accords the Vampire houses agreed to help protect humans from those under the Vampiris curse, in return True Vampires were not to be hunted and the 12 houses were given Equal standing in the Ministries of Europe and North America. That means that House Dracul is considered one of your Ancient and Noble Houses just like the Malfoy's and Pottesrs." Harry chuckled. The room was completely quiet. Harry canceled the silencing charm on the professor as the ghost gaped at him. Harry started fidgeting as everyone was too caught up in the information they had just gotten to talk, or in the case of Mr. Weasley, asleep. Finally the hat broke the silence.
"I think Binns has a hard on from all the info." The hat said snidely making the entire class bust out laughing. Harry used the distraction to haul ass out of class. He stopped by his room before heading to dinner.
Harry walked in to the Great Hall and spotted Fleur and her friends Aimee and Sophie at the table. Most of the Beauxbatons girls were nice to him even if he could see they were at least afraid of what he COULD do. Harry had avoided the Hogwarts students like the plague though. Even the Ravenclaw girls couldn't seem to find him. He was a ghost. When he was around the Beauxbatons acted like body gaurds.
He had spent plenty of time with Fleur though. He seemed to notice that Aimee and Sophie would disappear near the end of their adventures and study sessions to leave him alone with Fleur. While she would blush at any insinuations made when her friends were around, when they were alone Harry felt very much the prey. It was not a feeling he was used to, though the times she kissed him he often didn't have much time to think about the sudden switch in roles. Twice more in the last few weeks she had fed on the emotions that he projected. It wasn't quite like the way Succubi fed on lust. Veela had to make direct contact, the easiest and most chaste while still being powerful was through the kisses she gave him.
Harry walked down to sit with his french friends drawing many stares. When he got to his seat Fleur noticed the Hogwarts sorting hat attached to his bum. The hats curses were muffled when Harry sat down. Fleur just raised her eyebrow at him. Harry noticed and shrugged before taking a bite of the sandwich he was making.
"He called me an Asshat. I told him I would show him an Asshat." He said in between bites. He stopped and looked over at Fleur at her beautiful laugh. He wanted to say that the few "feedings" she had done had lowered his barriers to her allure but recently he had been wondering if it wasn't his true emotions. He shook the thought away and finished dinner quietly. He even unstuck the hat and let it tell stories. Crude perverted stories but they were very entertaining especially to the less reserved French.
Dumbledore sat at the front of the room rambling on about the choosing of champions for the Tri-Wizard tournament. The headmaster had cornered Harry immediately after the attack on the DE base. He wanted to know about where Harry had been. Harry had made up a story about Fleurs magically charged blood making him go feral for a few days. The answer was true enough, the magic in her blood had kept him awake and alert for the better part of a week and had acted as a strong aphrodisiac. The old man was not satisfied with the answer but left well enough alone.
"Fleur Delacour." The girls of Beauxbatons cheered happily. Harry was happy for her. She deserved time in the spotlight. He was pretty sure she would be married soon. Veela usually were as they needed someone to feed off of and unless they didn't mind being called a slut they usually married quickly.
"Cederic Diggory." Hogwarts roared as the boy strutted towards the front. The Prophet had gone nuts over the attack. Apparently the building had been an upstanding potions making buisness. Funny how it had no potions materials, potions, or supplies but when it was attacked 25 Death Eaters, at least 9 of them well known as such, were killed. Another 17 were wounded.
"Viktor Krum." Harry really did not like the Bulgarian oaf. He used his celebrity to gain him praise and favor, or used it like a club and beat those that didn't give a shit over the head with it.
Harry started to plan out the next attack which was supposed to be next month. He looked up when someone screamed. The goblet had begun to glow white and fire shot out of the top 15 feet into the air. Blue fire began to curl around the golden cup, blocking spells from the teachers. Students began to flee to the back of the room and teachers tried to contain the wild cup. Harry felt drawn to the cup. He stood and walked towards it. No one saw him advance towards the cup amidst the chaos. As he mounted the steps, he heard Dumbledores voice far away, telling him to come back. Several teachers tried to stop him but the were thrown back as a whip of fire lashed out at them, encircling Harry and roping him in, pulling him inwards. Everyone expected him to scream, only to gasp as he let it touch him. He was curious. The blue fire burned tables, banners, even teachers. Yet it did not burn him, did not feel hot, did not scorch his flesh. Instead it felt warm and familiar, like the the arms of a lover, around him. Everyone was amazed as he held his hand out and put his open palm on the seemingly white hot cup. Harry knew it would not burn him. Somehow he knew it meant him no harm.
He looked around. Everything was gone. He was alone in the middle of a giant white field. Suddenly he saw a woman. She looked breathtaking. Long white hair and white eyes. Beautiful blue skin and pointed ears. Blue fire rolled off her curly locks and floated from her fingers. She walked towards him leaving a blue trail in her wake, almost like a comets tail.
"Who are you."the young vamp boy asked.
"I am the cup."
"Why are you freaking out. Why am I here. What is here."
"We are in a plane between your world and mine. I am a spirit locked away in the cup many years ago. It was prophesized that one would come to me with raven hair and emerald eyes. He would be a savior unto his kind. A warrior that would change the world. I would enter him into the tournament for it would be the trials that would prepare him for what he was born to do. You are that boy."
"I will be freed from my imprisonment and will help you in your trials. If you are to fail the tournament I will be re-imprisoned. If you pass you will be the one and I will be freed and returned to the world once again."
Harry was forced out of the world by the blue fire that exploded out from her.
Fire from the goblet encased him in a cocoon. It lifted him up into the air. Red light seemed to be escaping from under his eyelids. Both eyes snapped open to reveal that they were glowing red. He began to speak. But it was not only his voice. The sound as his voice but you could also hear another, a woman's voice. Never did this second voice overpower Harry's nor did Harry's ever drown the woman's voice out. Both came out in complete harmony.
"The time has come for the release of these bonds. No more will this goblet hold its prisoner. The time of the Prophecy is at hand."
The cocoon began to crack as if of sapphire instead of fire. It shattered showering fire down upon the ground in a fifty foot circular hell storm. Harry floated from the ground and doubled over. Fleur had come out of the anteroom at the sound of the noise and rushed over towards the young vampire to help. The later never made it as Harry jerked up sending a blue shock wave out blowing Dumbledore, a few nearby teachers, and the front most tables, back. The young veela however made it to Harry just as he collapsed. She grabbed him under his left arm and pulled him to her chest. Blue mist filtered out of his body and formed a tornado in front of him. Feet appeared at the bottom and soon it swirled its way up making the woman he had seen earlier. He noticed the girls and the fact that his clothes had burned off in the cocoon. He really was to tired to care though.
The woman turned, and seeing the large crowd, tossed a piece of paper at Dumbledore before taking the form of fire once more and swirling around Harry's neck. The fire died down to reveal a sapphire necklace that burned with inner fire. Dumbledore looked confused as he read the paper.
"What is it Albus" Madam Pompfrey asked
"The Champion of Magic is... Harry Potter."
Harry looked surprised as he took in all the recent information.
The room exploded with noise as everyone tried to talk at once.
Harry limped into his rooms with the help of Fleur and the Ravenclaw girls. Harry left them in the common area and disappeared upstairs. He walked back down from his room a few moments later wearing a pair of black cargo pants and putting a crimson red t-shirt on. The girls got a good view of him shirtless and resisted the urge to drool.
Harry laid down on the couch, his fingers playing with the necklace he now wore. It was a simple woven rope necklace with a sapphire woven in at the hollow of his throat. The girls carefully sat around him. Fleur sat at his head pulling it into her lap. Hermione sat at his feet. Cho sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa with the Sorting hat next to her while Padma and Su Li sat on the floor on either side of the table. Luna decided to sit on the back of the couch over Harry. No one dared to say anything. Harry decided to break the silence.
"Luna I can see up your skirt you know." He said rubbing his forehead so that his hand was covering the veiw.
"Oh no is their a Sneasel crawling up there." She said pulling her skirt up to check. Only to revel she had not underwear on.
"Holy shit she is going commando." The Sorting hat decided to announce. Hermione grabbed the girls skirt and yanked it back down.
"See that is why I was trying to be nice about it" Harry sighed.
"Why aren't you wearing underwear?" Hermione whispered loudly to the girl.
"They disappeared, I think the Nargles took them." She answered airily. Hermione was kept from further questions or ranting about imaginary creatures as Harry snorted and pulled Luna off the back of the couch so she was sitting on the couch next to his shins with her legs draped over his.
"You know I missed you guys. Nothing weird has happened without you around." He noticed Fleurs knowing look. "ok mostly nothing."
"Well if you didn't go off and get yourself a bunch of bodyguards after you assault Draco Malfoy we would have been able to talk to you." Hermione huffed.
"Arry did not assault zat leetle boy. 'E assaulted us and 'arry selflessly saved us." She said ending snootily. She ended the sentence by batting her eyes at him and mouthing My Hero.
Hermione was taken aback by the announcement.
"Then why did he disappear?" She asked.
"Well... I sort of bit Fleur here and … well she has very strong magical blood... and she is a creature of passion." He said gesturing as he searched for the right words to say what he meant.
"Arry means zat he was embarrassed by what 'appened and zat he was sexually aroused by the endorphins that run zrough my veins." Fleur finished for him.
Harry just blew the last of the air he had planned to use on the explanation out of his lungs before rubbing his eyes. The Ravenclaw girls didn't know what to say. It had been a weird enough day. Cho decided to skip the uncomfortable part and go right to the true problem.
"And now your entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament." She said.
Harry just nodded his head.
"well we will help you in any way we can." Hermione promised rubbing his shin sympathetically.
"Thanks. I know you will. What good is it having so many amazingly intelligent Ravenclaw women if you don't have them to help you out." He said smiling at them.
"Well we will let you get to sleep." Cho said standing and putting her hand on his shoulder for a second before ushering the other girls out. After they had gone Harry sat up and started to move for his room. He stopped short when he heard a voice at the door.
"And should I be jealous of your amazingly intelligent Ravenclaw women 'arry." He turned to find Fleur walking towards him, her finger twirling a bit of hair. He was about to answer when he noticed that her shirt appeared to have apparently lost a few buttons. His back hit the stone behind him as the slightly shorter girl advanced, before he could finally find his voice.
"No your just my amazingly smart, incredibly attractive... really distracting...competitio.." His voice trailed off as she began to trail kisses up his neck.
"Good I would 'ate to 'ave to keel ze competition." She said, her smile predatory. Harry didn't get to finish as she kissed him. His hands gripped her shirt at her sides as she pushed herself up against him, her hands snaking under his shirt to run trail across his chest. A few minutes later she broke the kiss and smiled up at him before dancing away from him and turning to leave. He watched her ass sway deliciously as she left the room
He slid down the wall at the bottom of the stairs and sat their trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It took him the better part of the night to finally fall asleep.
Harry was standing in the middle of his Dueling class in a dueling ring facing his Professor Dragon Langford. The man had taken a liking to Harry shortly after his arrival and took every opportunity to test the young vampires dueling, both magical and muggle. Harry had been taught swordsmanship by several different people over the years but his duels with Professor Dragon left him with no doubt that while while knowing how to fight was one thing but dueling with swords was quite another. This man was obviously a Master Swordsman, even better than he was a magical duelist. He had trained Harry more thoroughly and even took pleasure in dueling with the young vampire after classes.
Harry drew his own sword, a katana, a gift from the Japanese Oni that had immigrated to Britain only to find that it was a hell hole for all Dark Creatures. He bowed to his Professor and brought his sword up dropping into a defensive position. Dragon leapt forward slashing his sword downwards at Harry. The young vampire blocked it and sliced diagonally at Dragon's ribcage. His sword was knocked away and he had to twist to the left and step over to bring it between himself and Dragon's blade. Sparks flew as the danced in and out meeting and coming apart again and again. Dragon blocked Harry's thrust and twisted the blade bringing his own sword down it's length to try and cut off Harry's fingers. Harry slid his long knife out of it's sheath on the back of his belt and brought it back handed down on his own sword to make an X, trapping Dragon's blade.
Harry pushed Dragon off balance and jumped back away from him. He sheathed his knife and prepared to dodge. He dipped under Dragon's thrust and batted the sword away before he lunged bringing his sword dangerously close to the Professor's stomach before Dragon stopped it with his own blade. It was then that he realized his mistake. Dragon had left that hole on purpose.
Harry looked up into his opponents eyes. For a five foot six guy with a ponytail he looked pretty menacing with a sword in his hand. He rammed his shoulder into Harry, pushing him back and freeing his blade. He thrust upward towards Harry's chest hoping to skewer him on the blade. Harry twisted sideways and backwards in a amazing feat of gymnastics. The blade cut through his shirt and bit into his chest. Harry stumbled back and looked at his opponent. Dragon did not press the attack he just slid into a defensive stance.
Harry looked down at his shredded shirt and a crazy idea slid into his head. He smirked before setting off at a dead run towards his Professor. He got a few feet from Dragon and blocked the downward stroke from his opponent. He locked blades and sent them both flying backwards before going into a a backslide. He thrust his foot upward into Dragon's stomach, pushing him upwards and sending him back. Harry pushed himself up with one hand and used his momentum to carry him through the air till he landed on the Professor's chest. In mid air he had pulled his short knife and he put it to the man's throat.
"You cheated." His Professor said smiling."I could beat you in a fair fight."
"Well then there really isn't any incentive to fight fairly." Harry said standing and walking over to his sword. He slid his foot under it to flip it up into the air. He caught it and sheathed it over his shoulder in one fluid motion. He turned around and smiled at Dragon before clasping his hand and walking out the door to take a shower.
Dragaon Langford smiled. He knew he would never turn Harry into a duelist, but the young man was sure to be quite a force to be reckoned with. There wasn't much more he would be able to teach the boy.
Harry was leaning against the wall waiting for the first task to start. He tossed the little miniature Hungarian Horntail up and caught it a few times before looking over to Fleur. She looked really nervous. He knew she had something to take down her dragon. After all she had known about it before hand. She had told him about the dragons a few days ago. He had known for weeks though. When your a vampire you can smell the stench of fire and dragons from a good bit away. Harry sat down and thought about the way things had been going. Between the threat of Dragons, trying to start a revolution, and planning to fight the darkest dark lord in a century he didn't really have much time for anything else. Though Fleur seemed dead set on making his life an emotional roller coaster. Damn Erick. His lessons never taught anything past getting the girl home and shagging. All this emotion stuff was wearing on him. He didn't know if she wanted to use him for energy or what. Veela could absorb the excess magic that was expelled in times of strong emotions, through physical contact. So her actions might just be to get him worked up and feed off the whirlwind of emotions, or she might actually like him. He sighed Dragons and Dark Lords were just combatants. Women were biological warfare.
He was glad Hermione was behind him though. She had stopped clinging to him and instead insisted that she help him with his preparations for the task. He had told her his plan didn't really have any preparation she could help with so she had just looked up everything she could about dealing with Dragons and gave him the information she found. He really appreciated it. Though the other Ravenclaws helped in their own ways.
Su Li had told him about a Philippine fireflower that made the user impervious to flames, though it was very hard to find someone that sold it here in Britain, and experts argued over whether it could withstand dragon fire, since it had never been tested.
Cho had found a great deal of jinxes and curses that should hurt a dragon in some way, though none of them really substantial. Luna had suggested he find a great beaversaur and get them to fight. While the idea of a giant monster brawl sounded appealing Harry didn't know where he could find one on such short notice. Padma had shown him a ritual that would allow the user to speak with dragons, though it would require carving a rune into your tongue. She had another made you fireproof, though that one required carving the symbols on your bones and Harry wasn't really into that idea, and again it had never been tested on dragon fire.
He heard the announcer call his name and stood up to exit the room. He pulled on his trench coat and walked down the tunnel to the arena. He walked up the rocks, stopping a short distance from the dragon. He centered himself and found his magical core.
Many people consider wandless magic to be an amazing feat. Harry didn't understand why. He had discovered that it was quite simple and in fact brutally easy. The reason wizards used wands was it allowed for incantations and wand movements that could fine tune the use of magic. Indeed transfiguration would be all but impossible without the magical focus and minute details that the wand allowed for. It was like a surgical tool making precise movements. Wandless magic in turn was like hitting something with a club. It was all intent and in most cases the magic a wizard would have to expend for a larger task would be too much for most due to the fact that, unlike using a wand, wandless magic wasted so much magic in the process.
It was no surprise though that the crowd gasped as Harry raised his hands above his head, making two of the boulders behind him levitate up over his head. With an overhead throwing motion the two boulders were thrown at the dragon. The first hit it in the chest with little affect, though the second slammed into the dragons head next to its eyes. It shook his self and then turned towards its aggressor. Harry watched impassibly as it roared loudly at him, shaking the ground for several miles. After indicating its displeasure to him the dragon lowered his head and shot a stream of fire at the young man. He raised his hand straight out from his body at shoulder level, throwing his magic outwards, causing the fire to blossom against his shield. He raised his other hand and another boulder was lifted into the air. This one was lobbed over the shield and fell downwards on the dragons head, causing its snout to bounce off the ground ending the gout of flame.
Harry was already moving one rock per hand appeared to be his limit now and he would need to be fast because now the dragon was pissed. His next rock struck it in the side of the neck and another its leg causing it to hunker down closer to the ground and roar again. The third rock though hit its wing right where it met the shoulder, causing the wing to move at an impossible angle. The crowd heard a snap as its wing was dislocated and the dragon stood straight up throwing its other wing up into the air and stretching its head to the sky, shooting a pillar of fire into the clouds. Harry had been waiting for something like this. He sprinted forward quickly crouching low to reach for the egg. At the last second it began to come back down though and he was forced to backslide past the nest to grab the egg. He stood back up and began to run towards the tunnel back to safety. The dragon put its uninjured wing on a rock and used it to hop forward, sling shooting its spiked tail at the young man. He threw up his hand again but the blow was to strong, the magic only covered the sharpened tips of the spikes as the dragon batted the shield into Harry's back throwing him across the arena. Harry saw that the dragon was off balance by the tails movements though and was standing on one foot and using its wing to hold onto the boulder. He threw his hand up throwing his magic into the wing tip, causing it to slip off the rock. The dragon was now had nothing to hold it up and it fell onto its side rolling across the rock and ending up belly towards Harry, trying to stand. Harry stood once more and stepped backwards away from the dragon looking at it with awe at what he had done. He started to turn... right as the dragons tail sailed past him as it tried to right itself. Two of the spines caught him in the bicep and tore the skin from his body. He quickly turned though and dashed down the tunnel into the champions tent.
He walked past Fleurs section and saw her smirking at the blood dripping down his bicep. He just snorted and pretended to flex his muscles to play if off like he thought she was looking at them. He then noticed her burned dress and leaned over giving her a thumbs up as he caught sight of her baby blue panties with a cute little bow on the front. She tugged the burned remains of her dress further down and gave him the evil eye causing him to laugh and walk over to where Madam Pomphrey wrapped up his arm. The cut wasn't deep but the dragons magic would cause the cuts to scar when it healed in two or three hours. Harry went back outside to get his score. He was given two 9s, a 10, and a 6 putting him up front tied with Krum. He quickly disappeared to avoid the press of students waiting to mob the champions.
Harry sat in his apartments enjoying an evening libation to stave off the annoying itch of skin knitting itself back together, and calm the nerves after a fight with a dragon. He chocked on his drink as he heard a voice.
"Lord 'Arry Dracul. Are you drinking firewhiskey." Fleur asked walking through the door.
"UHHHH I can explain," He stuttered trying to come up with a good excuse before he became confused to why he gave a fuck.
"You really should drink something stronger after fighting zat dragon." She said pulling out a bottle of Vodka out from behind her back.
"I think I am in love."
"Is it real love or just my aura" She joked
"No not with you the Vodka." He said earning a light slap from the French witch.
"Fine zen when I get pissed your sleeping on zee couch" She said then laughed as he pouted."If anyone 'ad told me I would be drinking with the Vampire Lord Potter, conqueror of women, battler of dragon's, and champion of zee oppressed, I would 'ave laughed. Much less telling 'im wasn't going to be sleeping in my bed."
Harry laughed at that."Battler of dragon's yes, Champion of the oppressed only if you count having a spell bounce off me and kill a dark lord, but Conqueror of women, no that I am not. Even if I do have some pretty sweet moves."
"You 'ave never used those moves on me. Am I not worthy of zem." She said fake pouting and straightening up to give him a better view of her bust.
"No I'm just not worthy to lay them on you." He said winking before taking another shot.
"Zat is zee sweetest, sexiest, and most self deprecating zing anyone 'as ever said to me." She said blushing profusely."But you are worthy enough to 'it on me. Even if your moves probably won't work on me."
"Oh really." Harry said before sliding his hand onto her waist and bringing his face close to hers."Won't work, eh."
She just barely kept from turning pink and barely squeaked out an answer."Nope."
With that he kissed her. She was normally in control, but with the closeness of his body, the alcohol in her system, and the fact that he had looked so hot man handling a dragon she was weak and he was able to take control. Being the submissive in a situation was an alien feeling to the young Veela and she moaned into his mouth. Harry pulled back and smirked.
"Looks like it worked." He said taking a sip of his firewhiskey and moving towards his original seat on the other couch. Fleur felt her Dominant turned on Veela half surge up. She stood and tackled him onto the couch. Her lips crashed into his and she pulled back and smiled wolfishly.
"My turn." She said. He looked up into her eyes and his mouth pulled back into a predatory grin. He felt his Dominant Vampire side rear up.
"Looks like we are both Dominant's. This should be interesting." He said fire burning in his eyes. He pulled his hand down her back, his nails tore through the fabric of her shirt and left four scratches down her back. She moaned as his fingers slid over her skin, and growled when he was done.
"I'm going to get you back for that." She said smirking and crashing her lips into his.
Harry woke up at six the next morning. He looked over at Fleur laying on her stomach next to him, a beautiful smile on her face. She had scratches down her back and a bite mark on her upper thigh, along with a smattering of cuts and bruises. Blood sucking was definitely an enjoyable experience, but in certain areas it could be intensely pleasurable. He had been surprised when she had lost control of her aura at the feeling of him sucking her blood through her femoral artery.
Harry sighed and covered his eyes with his arm as he lay his head back down. If she wasn't passionate enough to be his prophesied mate then he didn't know who was. They had switched positions several times the night before, both trying to take the lead . Harry had won initially as the endorphin and magic that was pumping through her veins as he drank her blood had left her panting and holding onto the back of the couch for dear life. But as the night had wore on her Veela nature had won out as her sex had beaten his aggression.
He slid out of bed and pulled on his pants before heading downstairs. He had a horrible hangover and it would take most of the morning to get rid of. Good thing it was Sunday. He picked up a half empty bottle of Firewhiskey and took a swig. He looked around at Ground Zero. The couch was knocked over, the table broken, their clothes were in shreds all over the living room, the empty bottle of vodka had ended up smashed all over the wall, he saw a few stains on the furniture that hadn't been their the day before, heck none of them were there previous to last Harry knew was Winky was not going to be happy.
He stepped into the shower and started to rinse off. He looked over his body, even with his quickened healing he had several cuts and bruises in various places across his body. He heard the door open and turned just in time to be shoved into the wall. Standing against him, staring up at him like a cat, was Fleur. The kick of vampiric hormones in his body overpowered the hang over. Harry decided it was going to be a long day. Though he absentmindedly noticed that while she seemed easier to dominate this morning due to her being "full" and her Veela nature "sluggish" from all the energy she had absorbed, made obvious by the fact that she was pushed up against the glass door of the shower as he took her from behind. Not to mention the fact that her blood had only replenished him. He filled away that little tidbit as his attention was suddenly focused on the nails digging into his neck as she reached back over her shoulders to feel him. Maybe Veela weren't good in the long run, but they sure as hell made their runs worth it.
Ha finally done with that chapter. I like it. I like the hat especially. I am really proud of the Hat. now 10 points to whoever can guess where Dragon Langford came from. Now you are all going to REVIEW. Do it. DO IT. Use the Review Luke. Look into your heart. And review. And try to use something more than just "I like It" Thank God you like it if you have read this long and hate it then your either trying to find things to flame (which would give you something to review anyway" or you need to find something constructive to do. Oh and your crazy cause this is gold. Well... maybe bronze... ok Pewter but it is still pretty to look at.