Harry sat down at the Ravenclaw table on Monday only to realize everyone was staring at him again. He figured it was his manhandling of a giant rampaging Dragon. He realized he was wrong as he read the copy of the Daily Prophet that Cho slid across the table to him. Harry's eyebrows rose dramatically as he began to read the front page. It had everything from his insanely powerful fight against a dragon and the biting of an "unnamed " student, claiming that he was in fact a dangerous dark creature. Everyone was surprised when he began to do a little victory dance. He stood up on the bench and got everyone's attention.
"First off for those that don't know, the Daily Prophet has recently declared me the dangerous Vampire that stalks this castle. Now first off, I would like to thank the good people of the Daily Prophet, I didn't think my performance was really top-notch material but they saw past my faults. I would like to thank my friends, especially the really hot Veela that I am currently banging. Without their support I wouldn't have ever been bestowed this prestigious award. I have always wanted people to considered a top-notch vampire like my role model Dracula ever since I was little." He started to tear up. "I just... this is such an honor. I never thought I would have my own castle to haunt... you guys really helped me out and I thank you. I love you all, I really do. I love you guys so much right now" He sniffed loudly causing everyone's mouths to drop open.
He dropped down onto the bench and looked at his friends dumbfounded looks.
"What? Oh come on I have been calling myself the crazed vampire of Hogwarts since I showed up. You really think this shit bothers me." Harry said.
"Your having sex with her." Aimee said looking between Harry and Fleur. Said Veela just punched him in the arm.
"It happened once Aimee." Fleur said giving Harry a dirty look as her face turned red. Harry just shrugged.
"So are we going to have to bow to you now oh great vampire lord Harry." Sophie asked laughing at her friends red face.
"No I respect the peons. Without them I wouldn't have been able to get as far as I did." Harry said shrugging as he spread marmalade on some toast. Sophie just snorted.
The whole table laughed. Harry didn't notice The look on Fleur's nor did he see her leave the table. He left the table not to long afterwards heading to his rooms to get his supplies for potions. He was quickly pinned to the wall as his portrait door closed. He was surprised to find an angry Fleur pinning him to the walls with claw like hands.
"YOU INSOLENT BASTARD." she yelled her voice growing high-pitched. "I chose to use you for power and you brag to the entire school."
Harry couldn't really fault that he had brought it to their attention but didn't really think it had seemed boastful. He saw her as a Veela as he saw himself as a vampire, or their friends as humans. Apparently she was still caught up in the stigma of being a Veela. She didn't let him voice his thoughts though as her claws dug into his shoulders.
"I will not be a plaything nor your bedwarmer." She said letting go of him and walking towards the door.
"I never saw you as such. I was hoping to ask you out on a date as my girlfriend, like normal teenagers, but I see that you are too caught up in trying to be human to realize that. I don't care what you are but rather that I am comfortable with you, and you don't fear me for what I am. If you think that I give a flying fuck what runs through your veins your just as bad as those that judge you for it." He said giving the password to close and lock the portrait door. The last thing he saw before it closed was her shocked face
Needless to say Harry didn't make it to Potions, or any other classes that day. In fact he wasn't seen in Hogwarts for a full week.
Harry sat on the back of his Harley on the top of a hill overlooking a large field. Dobby had gotten some solid intel that a group of roughly 20 Hitwizards under the employ of Lucious Malfoy, were flying into England on brooms. Their route would take them over this field.
Behind Harry sat his Godfather Sirius Black on a motorcycle of his own. The man had broken out of prison after seeing the article about Harry returning from the dead and found his way to a group of Werewolves that could lead him to the HDC. This was to be his first mission since he had spent the last several weeks recovering in Alucards clinic.
Not far behind Sirius, Eric sat in the back of an open top Humvee smoking a cigarette as he checked and rechecked his Heavy Machine gun. He was worried about Harry. This raid was not deathly necessary, nor was it important enough for the young Vampire to come out himself. Eric knew Harry had gone to Hogwarts to learn about the application of magic and how wizards fought, but the werewolf had hoped that the young boy might get to spend time being a kid. Ever since he had turned he had been taking on the role of an adult. It had started with him helping around the clinic and the HDC. Then when the financial burden had increased as their reputation did the vampire had taken any job he could find. Not to mention working 40 hours a week at the Pub on top of all that. Eric had been overjoyed to hear Dobby report that Harry had been flirting with a girl, and a Veela at that. Someone that was like him. Then all of the sudden Harry is skipping school and leading raids instead. Eric was under no illusions as to what Harry's role would be in this war, but it was not time for him to take full responsibility. His thoughts were interrupted as Harry signaled the go.
Harry rode his motorcycle down the steep embankment below him followed by Sirius and 5 other motorcycles. In the middle of the formation was 3 open top humvees. Eric stood in the first one with his beast of a machine gun. The second had 4 assault rifle wielding mercenaries. A young fire elementalist named they called Wraith lay in the back of the third, her feet braced against the frame of the humvee above her. In her hands was a .50 caliber sniper rifle, similarly braced on the frame of the humvee.
Wraith quickly lined up her shot and fired. The lead Wizard caught the bullet in the chest center mass. The force of the shot tore him from his broom and he dropped like a rock. The convoy cut 45 degrees to the left to drive in front of the Wizards. As soon as they were lined up Eric let loose filling the air with bullets. Harry watched calmly as the wizards activated wards attached to the foci stones on the brooms of the riders on the wings and the one in the center. The wards were small personal wards and would hold up for quite some time.
Harry cursed but they had expected this. The Hitwizards had fought against guns before all across the world. He hoped the Death Eaters didn't think to take a page from their book. Harry dropped back even with the last car and nodded to Wraith. She dropped the clip out of her gun and selected another from her vest. The advantage of the large bullet was the ability to carve runes into it. The bullets she loaded next had a few runes specifically for this situation. The second was the rifles ability to create enough force pierce the shields erected by the runes.
Suddenly the Foci stone on the far left flank failed as Wraiths round caused the magic inside to explode. The rider screamed as the magic expelled by the stone was concentrated enough to burn his back. If that didn't kill him then his damaged broom falling out of the sky and plowing into the ground at 100 miles an hour certainly did the trick.
Eric roared a challenge as he began firing once again, his tracers lighting up the sky around the riders. His machine gun cut a swath through the flyers before they could regroup and fall into the much smaller ward. Six of the remaining 19 Hitwizards were caught in the hail of bullets and crashed to the ground. Wraith fired again but this time the wizards were making aerial maneuvers to make themselves harder to hit. Harry signaled again and the riders all activated the magic in their bikes causing them to take off of the ground and rise up to the same level as the wizards. All 7 of them pulled a disk shaped like two freebees attached bottom to bottom, made of brass.
Across the disks were several runes. Brass is a horrible medium for runes, it can hold a great deal more power than other metals but the magic can cause the metal to warp, disfiguring the runes and best case they malfunctioned, worse case those runes caused a magical backlash. Their ability to hold raw magic was exactly the reason Harry had used it.
The first two riders tossed their disks into the wards surrounding the flyers. When they connected with the wards a huge burst of magic flared where they hit bathing the shield in an sky blue glow. The wizards began to cast spells at the bikers but at the speeds they were traveling aiming was hard. The second pair of riders tossed their disks with similar results, then Sirius and his partner Nymphadora Tonks did as well.
With only Harry still holding his disk the 6 motorcycles descended to the ground once more. Harry waited until they touched down before tossing his own disk. It burst against the shield but this time the blue light was mixed with a yellow as the shields dispersed in a similar flare of light. Harry dropped from the sky much faster than his companions as the HDC fighters began pouring it on sending a hail of bullets that ripped through the remaining flyers. A few broke formation and split apart to avoid being caught bunched up but every time one made a run for it the sound of Wraiths sniper cracked through the night air leaving a fist sized hole in the runners chest.
The convoy rumbled to a halt as the last wizard plowed into the ground. Harry looked on without emotion. He signaled the rest of the fighters on, leaving Sirius and Eric to wonder what was wrong with the boy, before riding off himself.
Harry sat on his bike in Glasgow thoughts running wild through his head. Most of them involved his different plans, what he still needed to do, stuff like that. They were only of minor importance at the moment. At the forefront of his mind was the girl that had been making his stay at Hogwarts enjoyable. He wasn't going to lie and say she was the only reason he still went to class, the magically binding contract to be in the Tournament the chief reason, and the prophecy combined with the thing with the Goblet of Fire was another reason. However with things seeming to be rather slow on the other two fronts Harry really had begun to enjoy his time with her. He certainly would have liked to try a relationship before he got involved with the whole leading a war thing. Not to mention he had begun ot assume that she was the Mate of Passion described in the prophecy. He decided that he wasn't going to bother with it though, if he was to end up with someone then he was sure that it would happen.
Harry had been shopping in Muggle Glasgow and had decided to get some nice clothes, even with his different ventures draining the Potter Vault at an alarming rate he decided it was worth it. He was currently wearing a tight fitting black vest over a white button up and a black tie. To top it all of he decided a nice fedora. He was about ready to return to the HDC when he saw a young girl run by. He noticed several men following her. They wore trench coats and Harry saw several guns and crosses hidden in the folds of their outfits.
"Monster hunters." He hissed. Muggles sanctioned and trained by the Church to kill the unnatural creatures of their earth. Harry grabbed his motorcycle and took off along a shortcut. He pulled in front of the girl as she came down a staircase into a small deserted courtyard. She looked up at him and he flashed his fangs to show her he was on her side.
"There she is." came a voice. She turned to see the hunters coming towards her and hid behind Harry and his bike.
"That girl is an abomination to the church and god. Please step away from her so we may dispose of her." one of the two men said pulling his jacket aside to show a side arm. His partner mirrored his actions.
"Oh I think not. What are two grown men picking on a young girl like this." Harry said turning to look at her.
"She is a vampire." The obviously dumber of the two said
"Really? Blood suckers allergic to sun, silver and crosses hurt them." He asked
"No sun does not hurt them. That is just a legend." The first said
"That's right and silver and crosses doesn't hurt us either." Harry said. Their eyes grew wide at this and they went for their guns. Harry was faster though pulling his glock from its holster at the small of his back, hitting the one on the right in the chest before his hand even touched steel. The second one had pulled his gun and fired in haste hitting a wall to Harry's left, missing by a good margin. Harry however waited until he was aimed dead center, his bullet catching the man in the chest, knocing him from his feet. He struggled into a seated position but Harry, having walked over, kicked the gun from his hand . Harry impassively watched as the man threw a bottle of Holy Water into his face, relishing the shocked look on his face as it did nothing. Harry stepped back and fired three shots into the mans chest, splattering the wall behind him with blood, before turning and walking back to his bike.
The young girl shouted a warning as she saw the second man struggle back up onto one knee but Harry held his gun out the side and fired a shot straight into the center of the mans forehead without even turning to aim or breaking stride. Harry patted the girls head and got on his bike. She looked at him guardedly..
"Are you Ok. He asked. She just nodded. All of the sudden he heard voices from down the alleyway.
"They went this way."
"Shit. Get on." Harry said pulling her onto the bike and taking off.
Harry sat in a HDC in Manchester. Alucard had jumped when Harry had sent him a message. After some probing the two had found that she was Valissa Mietitore. The hunters were after her to get to her father, the head of her clan. Her four guards had been dispatched when she was on her way to somewhere or other. It appeared the hunters would attack the clan compound later that night.
"We can't help. Our first choice would be to guard them. The problem with that is we only have two hours to get there giving us no time to get them out. The other choice would be to hit at the same time. For the first we have no time. For the second. Not enough troops. It would take 6 hours to get the nearby forces assembled and geared up. It would take a day or two to get enough men to actually do this." Alucard said twirling the last of the scotch in his glass and downing it.
"There is option three. Don't worry Valissa I will save them." The girl came out meekly at being found listening. "Don't worry I know your scared because your family is in danger."
"Harry what is option three. I can see no other ways so I am intrigued." Alucard said sitting back and looking at his protege hoping that the answer wasn't as moronic as he suspected it was going to be.
"I hit it alone. I secure the family and hold out until you can get there with reinforcements. Whether it be an hour or a week. I can hold." Harry declared.
"This is suicide there is no way I can let you go through with this." Alucard shouted.
"No I will and I will succeed. I promise to save them and I don't go back on my promises. You said you can have them ready in six hours right. You have five make it happen" Harry said leaving no discussion as he left the room.
"Eric is going to kill me for letting you do this." Alucard said. Harry stuck his head back in the door.
"Yeah but imagine what he is going to do to me." He said laughing humorlessly.
Harry sat in the armory. He wore all black. Cargo pants, combat boots, combat jacket, the works. Even a black sleeveless shirt to cover his Kevlar armor. He strapped a boot knife in his right boot and a combat knife on his chest. He had his Glock at the small of his back on his right side and his throwing knives on his left thigh. He slipped several Glock magazines into their places along his belt and a couple of shotgun shells into the loops on his jacket on the right side opposite the combat knife. He opened his Lupara shotgun to make sure both barrels were loaded and holstered it on his right thigh with the handle facing outwards and the top of the gun against his leg. His katana was strapped to his back with the handle over his right shoulder. He grabbed his M8 carbine and some extra clips putting them into the pockets of his jacket. To finish it up he slid a skull mask over his face (Think the Punisher symbol in mask form) and got on his bike to take off towards the Meititore complex.
The hunters guarding the broken down gate were easy. It helped that they were facing the house rather than the road Harry was walking along. He crept up on them reaching up to break the first ones neck. The second one heard the noise and turned only to see Harry's hand as it covered his face and pushed him back into the gatepost. Harry's other hand reached up to the combat knife and slashing the guards throat in one movement. He let the man drop, his gasping for air creating a wet gurgling noise in the quiet of the night.
Harry walked along the short road up the hill to the Manor building and saw the hunters vehicles parked out front guarded by two more men. Harry slid out three throwing knives and threw them in quick sucession. The first one didn't cut to deeply into the mans back due too his vest but caused the man to stumble forwards into the side of a truck with a cry. He rolled to the side along the truck to find his attacker only to receive a second knife just above his vest, and just below the hollow of his neck. The third however sank into the radio on his shoulder. He sank down the side of the truck and began coughing up blood as he called for help. Harry ducked behind the truck running low so that the other guard couldn't see him. The man ran around the other end of the truck and over to his friend. The dying man sputtered uselessly as his buddy checked on him. When he found it useless to try and save him the man stood up with his back to the truck looking out for Harry. A rope came down and wrapped around his throat from behind, yanking him off his feet and up against the side of the truck. Harry pulled hard on the rope as the mans feet flailed against the side of the truck as his air slowly ran out. Finally with one last jerk his feet stilled and Harry dropped him back to the ground. Flashes of light and yells indicated to Harry that the fight inside was not over. He took a minute to set up a present for the hunters.
He slid inside bringing his M8 to bear noticing that the entryway was filled with corpses, both Vampire and hunter alike. The front stairs were destroyed and Harry decided not to jump because he didn't know what could lie in wait. Instead he slid down a side hallway. He leaned down and checked a dead hunter just inside the door the hall. The man was bleeding to death. He had a slash across his stomach but he was to far gone to scream anymore. Harry picked up his radio and put a round in the man's head. The radio was damaged but Harry turned it on and listened in.
"ssssss... faml... Vam... west wing... top... de... fo...an... running..." The radio died and Harry dropped it. He headed deeper into the house looking for a way to the second floor. Along the way he ran into a group of 4 Vampires hiding behind a barricade while hunters fired uselessly over their heads. Harry was kept from having to intervene as the vampires leapt over the barricade during a lull and raced down the hall. They made it to the hunters just as the men finished reloading, the first shotgun round blew apart the first vampires head. The last three fell upon the 6 hunters in a frenzy, their gladius cutting through the men and streaking the walls with their blood. Harry was surprised to see 5 hunters come around the corner between Harry and the remaining vampires.
One of the Vampires had been facing towards Harry and turned into a blood red mist as the shots shredded his friends. He reformed in the air above the men using the ceiling to propel himself straight into one of them, his gladius stabbing into the mans stomach. As the men turned to kill the vampire Harry started firing, gunning down the two on the right before they could react. His second three round burst caught the one on the left in the chest causing him to stumble backwards and fall over a side table. The fourth was beheaded by a backhanded swing from the Meititore guard as he jumped to his feet. He turned to discern the cause of the other Hunters deaths, his eyes falling on Harry, his eyes turned red with blood lust. He nodded at the man and took off down the hallway while Harry turned down the side hall that the Hunters had come from.
He was able to find a servants stairs in a large kitchen, only to fire up into the two hunters descending the stairs. A hunter heard the shots and shouldered his way through the doors to Harry's right while he was reloading, promoting Harry to pull his shotgun from his thigh and fire both barrels point blank into the mans chest splattering it all across the door that had swung shut behind him. A short reload later he ran up the stairs and peeked around the corner.
The hunters had pulled some furniture onto the balcony along the second floor of the front room, and made a bunker that allowed them to fire on the vampires that were trying to get to the west side of the manor. They had several vampires pinned in the hallway across from them, at their feet a reminder not to step out, in the form of a dozen dead vampires. The Hunters unprotected backs were to Harry though and he leaned around the corner and shot the hunter closest to him. The noise alerted the rest of the hunters to his presence and he spent the next several minutes trading gunfire with them. Harry reached into his pocket to find only one clip left. He cursed and loaded it into his gun.
The young vampire went over his options for a second before a wicked idea popped into his head. He crept down the stairs and grabbed the propane tank out from under the grill and after trying several drawers found a few fire starter sticks, he tossed the birthday candle he had originally found and hauled the tank up the stairs. Harry pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around the propane tank, leaning out every few seconds to remind the men that he was alive and keep their heads down. He slid the fire starters under his jacket and pulled a zippo out of his pocket, lighting them. He hefted the tank around the corner and dived out from cover landing on his back with his shotgun in hand. Harry felt something hit his vest and pulled the trigger. The Hunters had a second to look surprised before the shot burst the tank, blowing the man nearest it over the railing and down into the first floor of the entry hallway.
Harry watched as several vampires stalked out from the hallway and made their way up towards the west side. One of them rushed over to Harry's side to help the young man up. Harry grabbed the offered hand and put his other hand down to feel warm blood trickling down from his shoulder. The first two rounds had impacted on his vest but the third had found its way through. He stood with the vampires help and waved off his concern motioning for him to go on. The vampire nodded and followed his brethren down the hall towards the west wing.
Harry checked his rifle to find it empty and discarded the useless weapon. He ran down the hallway towards where the Hunters and vampires last battle was playing out. He ran past several rooms and halls passing several battles. Vampires slashing and stabbing wildly splashing the walls with the blood of their enemies, and Hunters firing round after round into the horde of bloodthirsty dark creatures. Harry reached the room he had been looking for just as several vampires made to rush down the hall, only to get torn apart by a wall of bullets.
Harry looked out at the hunters guarding the hall. He put his hand out even with his waist palm down, and raised it to shoulder level, levitating several timbers sharp timbers laying about the hallway. He flicked his wrist towards the hunters sending the projectiles rocketing down the hall, impaling several hunters. He looked out at the hall opposite him to find a vampire smiling at the display of magic. He quickly pulled a dagger across his palm and dipped his finger into the blood pooling in his palm, before drawing a small symbol on the back of his hand. He stepped out and threw his hand out towards the hunter. The Hunters were thrown back their chests caving in from the initial hit and killing them before their dead bodies were embedded in the walls behind them. Harry watched with rapt attention at the vampires key form power, blood magic. It was a complex art to learn and use, hence why most vampires fought with blades and fists, but it was far more powerful than human magic though a bit tiring he had heard. The two vampires ran down the hall, but just before they reached the door a bunch more hunters showed up behind them.
"Check on the family. I will deal with this scum." The man yelled. Harry nodded and ran into the room closing he door behind him.
He looked around and found the room empty. He heard a noise from the next room and crept towards the door, pulling his glock from its holster. He stepped into the room to find a dozen vampire hunters standing over the kneeling forms of 3 vampires. Harry threw his hand out blowing the two near the windows out of them to plummet the 4 stories to their death. With his other hand he unloaded his Glock as quickly as he could. Within a matter of a few seconds 9 people dropped from 17 bullets. The last two turned and began to fire their shotguns. Harry had expected this and threw up his hand, stopping the shot in the air in front of him before letting them drop.
When they had expended their ammo they reached for side arms, but Harry didn't let them clear leather. He leapt forward pulling his boot top knife and banishing it with a flick of his wrist, into the skull of the first one before pulling his sword and leaping forwards, forcing his katana through the mans heart with his momentum. The last man in the room however turned to reveal the mask of a Death Eater. Harry felt himself thrown back as a bludgeoning hex struck him in the chest. HE crashed into the book case built into the wall and slid down amongst a rain of books. He rolled to the side just in time to avoid an AK that blew a hole the size of a Pilates ball. Harry threw up a shield causing a cutting hex, followed by a drilling hex to splash across the golden wall of magic between them. Harry quickly closed the hand he had put out to create the shield, causing it to break like glass, before flicking his fingers back outwards at the Death Eater. The "glass" shards of magic flew out embedding themsleves into Harry's enemy and knocking him to the ground.
.He rushed forwards and stomped on the mans wand before he could recover, as the shards hadn't cut very deep. Harry leaned down and tore into the mans windpipe almost moaning as the blood gushed over his tongue. Harry finished his meal and stood up to look at the family of vampires. An aristocratic looking man of about 10 with blond hair and blue eyes was crouched next to his family holding them in his arms. . His wife looked surprisingly like Wraith only older and paler. She was 35, 36 at the most. She held a boy that looked about the same age as Harry. He looked exactly like his father but a little shorter and broader.
"Your daughter. She is safe." Harry said.
"Where is she. Is she OK. They said they had her. Can..." The man began.
"She is fine. She asked me to come help you." Harry said walking to the nearby window. He suddenly saw hunters start pouring out of the front door in a rush to get to their rides when Harry detonated the bombs he had left on the cars. All of the vehicles were sent sky high in a giant fire ball. The men stopped and stared at the spectacle before they remembered why they were running and began to weave through the burning hulks of their former vehicles. They didn't get far as Harry saw the unmistakable bulk of Eric rise from the grass and roar the order to fire causing 20 shapes to materialize around him in the shadows flashes of light flickering amongst their ranks amid the sound of gunfire. The hunters dove to the ground finding whatever cover they could. Their numbers couldn't have been higher than the 30's.
"Who are you." The man's wife asked.
"Me. I'm the Grim Reaper." He said stepping off the balcony.
Harry dropped 4 stories before landing straight and tall on the ground below amongst the hiding Hunters. His sword flashed through the air as he danced among the flames. Men fell before his blade, their blood spattering ever inch of him and blood pooled at his feet. It wasn't long before all the Hunters were dead, cut down amid a storm of gunfire and a whirlwind of blades. Harry looked out blood soaked ground and the burning wreckage, as his troops walked up and surrounded him looking for survivors. The two they found were executed quickly with a gunshot to the head. They turned to their leader looking for guidance.
Harry stepped up on the burning carcass of a hummer and raised his sword in the air. He roared into the night forcing all that bloodlust and adrenaline into the sky. His troops, Werewolves, squibs, and a goblin, yelled with him. They roared and howled, screamed and yelled to show their enemies that they were strong. The world thought they were just half breeds and monsters. If they wanted monsters. Then they would give the ministry monsters. Vampires from throughout the house stood on the front steps, in the doorway, and in windows, their leader standing with his family on the balcony. They stared at this force of nature. They had been saved by one man. It seemed inconceivable, but as they stared at this man they saw not a vampire. They saw a god of war surrounded by his warriors straight from hell. He looked the part, splattered with blood and gore. The fire from the burning vehicles glinting off his mask.
Harry spent the next day with Armand Metitore the head of the Metitore and Lissa's father. They had hammered out an alliance between the two as well as talked about how Harry could unite the vampires. It would take some work though and Armand had promised that by the end of the school year Harry would be able to meet the 11 families. The shit eating grin on Harry's face could only be wiped off by having to return to Hogwarts.
As soon as he had walked out of his rooms Dumbledore had appeared as if hiding behind a suit of armor down the hall for this exact moment. After a rather long talk in the mans office, and quite a bit of eye twinkling Harry was allowed to go to dinner. Rather than eat in the Great Hall Harry decided to let Fleur have the friends for a couple more days.
Harry walked down to see Dobby, stopping in the kitchens to grab a sandwich. When he walked into the office he found the House elf asleep with his head on the desk. Harry took another bite of his roast beef and wandered over to lean down near his friend to hear what he was muttering.
"Mmmmm... warm... smssh... putting it in...Tight... pink... with the toes..."Harry covered his mouth trying not to laugh. Finally he decided he had enough control to listen further. "mmmm... feels so good around me... fuzzy... knit..."
Harry's face fell as he realized what the elf was talking about. Ever since his release the elf had become enamored with socks. Harry knew he tried to play it off but the elf loved socks. It was his guilty pleasure. Harry had an idea though.
"WITH TOE JAM." Harry yelled right next to the elf's ear causing him to jump up screaming.
Dobby finally got his bearings to find Harry rolling around on the floor laughing. It didn't take long for a food fight to start with the different fruits and veggies lying around the larder. 20 minutes later they took their seats, covered in bits of plant.
"Why are you here?" Dobby asked. "Its not that I don't like you waking me up obnoxiously from a warm nap while I dreamed about socks but I don't have any shipments due anytime soon."
"What I can't come eat dinner with my favorite buddy." Harry said guiltily, feeling bad about waking him up.
"Trouble with the Veela." Dobby asked raising his eyebrows and looking at Harry knowingly.
"Yeah." Harry sighed. "She seems to think that she has to be human. I wasn't bragging cause she was a Veela. I was bragging that she was hot."
Dobby nodded and sagely gave the advice every man needs.
"Women are crazy." Harry just nodded in consent.
"I guess I could apologize." Harry said as Dobby looked at him like he was stupid.
Harry sighed and stood up to exit the larder flipping his laughing friend the bird. He traveled to the Great Hall muttering to himself as he thought about what he was going to say to Fleur. However all his thoughts were lost as he opened the door to find said Veela laughing at a joke that his housemate Roger Davies had told, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Harry turned and began to walk back to his room.
Ever since his night with Fleur he had felt his magical core increase from the blood he had taken from her. At first he hadn't noticed it because he was still recovering from the fight with the dragon, but over the last few days he had been feeling constantly hot. Now he felt as if his skin was too tight. It compressed him inside of himself. He didn't notice but the magic was leaking out and distorting the air around him. He slammed his door open and dropped do the floor grabbing his head as the magic flared around him. The room began to heat up as bolts of electricity shot from his body leaving scorch marks around the room. The furniture was shoved into the wall the wood of a few. Almost as soon as it had come the backlash ended.
Harry sat crouched in the doorway, panting for breath at the expulsion of the excess magic. He stood up shakily and pulled out his wand to fix the furniture, the scorch marks on the walls and floor already fixing themselves. He was surprised by a sound behind him.
Harry turned to find Su Li standing in his doorway. He blushed before ushering her in, glad she hadn't walked in any sooner. He quickly made tea and sat down across from her in one of the mismatched set of chairs. They then proceeded to stare at each other. Su Li, because she didn't talk much, and Harry because he was wondering what she wanted.
"Fleur." The Asian witch finally said. Harry had seen how she interacted with her friends and decided that was about as much as he was going to get.
"Yeah... I guess I messed up." He answered hanging his head.
"Stupid." Su Li replied. Harry looked up confused.
"I know its not like I did it on purpose." He replied.
"No her. Stupid." Su Li said. Harry just looked at her confused.
"Roger no good." She clarified.
"Harry good. Stupid... but good." She said nodding happily. Harry smiled. He didn't know why but he felt better. He knew he wasn't without fault but it was nice to know someone in the castle actually cared. Well Dobby cared but the tough love approach wasn't always comforting. Harry and the girl eventually struck up a conversation. It took the use of the Hogwarts Sorting Hat to speak for her, and even then Harry sensed that not everything he said was purely Su Li, but it was nice.
Dumbledore was sitting in his office looking at a map of Hogwarts. The Marauders weren't the only ones that thought to make a map of Hogwarts. This one didn't have the occupants though, rather it portrayed magic use. Dumbledore was currently looking at the cherry red color of Harry Potter's rooms. The headmaster had been weary of the boys absence, afraid he would have to skirt the rules in order to keep the boy where he could observe him, but the boys story seemed to be true. Dumbledore couldn't think of anything rather than Magical overload that would cause Hogwarts to react like this.
Fleur walked back to her quarters in the Beauxbatons carriage. Her mind was occupied with a single thing, Harry Potter. She had been pissed at him when he had bragged about taking advantage of her sexual nature. However the more she thought about it the more the boy seemed truthful when he said he honestly didn't care. She knew he was right about her wanting to be human. She had always known the way her life was going to be because of what she was, and always wished she could be more like her friends. However Harry had been comfortable with her BECAUSE she was a Veela. He had not minded when she fed off him, and had never chosen to be with her because of her powers. He had even said he intended to ask her out after their night together, when he could have easily used her moment of weakness against her. She had been so "hungry" after watching him fight that dragon and she had jumped him the first chance she got. In the back of her mind she knew that she had reacted the way she did to him partially because she felt like a slut because of her Veela nature.
Her friends had even told her she had been a moron for attacking him the way she did. She had been forced to the fringe of her own group. They didn't leave her out but they made it known that she had best at least talk things out with their resident vampire. She agreed to at least talk to him, though he hadn't shown up that day, or the next. By Wednesday she was beginning to feel lonely without him. She didn't realize how much it had meant to her to be the focus of someones attention. Whenever she had been she had detested the feeling, but Harry had made it special. The part of her that was human couldn't help but blush when she thought about it.
She had been pulled out of her depression during dinner when one of the older Ravenclaws, a Roger Davies, had taken notice of her emotional state and had talked to her. His jokes hadn't been that funny but she had laughed anyway, just happy that she was being noticed by someone again. She had just laughed at another lame joke when the whole castle began to heat up at an insane rate and a loud noise, like the crack of a super sized apparition made everyone in the hall jump with fright.
Harry walked down to the Greenhouses the next day smiling. Su Li had invited him to come hang out with her and a few man eating bloodthirsty carnivorous plants. Whats not to be happy about. He opened the door of the greenhouse to find Su Li and a young Gryffindor boy he recognized from the girls teasing jokes as Neville Longbottom. However the three boys standing between him and his friend were not people he usually even recognized as his peers. He quickly realized they were not there with friendly intentions either.
"Look Longbottom has gotten himself some Ravenclaw pussy." The Ron Weasley joked causing the other two to laugh.
"She is pretty good looking too. We don't have to many Asian women to enjoy." Dean Thomas leered.
"Come on Longbottom share." Seamus said stepping forward, the joking air gone.
Harry watched as the Longbottom boy fumbled in his pocket for his wand but was caught by a stinging hex, causing him to drop it. Su Li was hit with an expelliarmus by Dean. Neville grabbed Su Li and jerked her behind him before knocking over a table of Brazilian Exploding Pods. Harry watched as the football shaped pods burst open on the floor, splashing noxious slime on Dean. The boy began to scream as it soaked into his skin and into his bloodstream, actually causing his own to feel like it was burning him. Neville went for a table of Snake Ferns when Seamus tackled him and began to punch him. Ron walked past him and grabbed Su Li by her braid, pulling her to her feet. He kissed her roughly only to jerk back as she bit his lip.
"Why do you waste your time with this squib." Ron said his tongue flicking out across the new wound on his lip.
"Because unlike you Gryffindors I find intelligence attractive and not your ego's." She said stunning Harry as that one sentence contained more words than he had probably ever heard from her all together.
Ron apparently didn't appreciate it as much as the vampire as he punched her in the mouth. Neville saw this and roared in anger throwing Seamus off of him and lunging for Ron who simply hit him with a bludeoning hex. Harry had concealed himself behind a small tree in the greenhouse and pulled his boot top knife, sliding it over next to the curled up form of the Longbottom Heir.
"That fucking HURT." Seamus yelled kicking Neville in the stomach.
Neville rolled onto his other side to protect his face when he felt his hand hit something. He grabbed it hoping it was his wand. He felt warmth radiate through his body and his bruised ribs no longer bothered him. He rolled onto his back, catching a second kick with his hand and pulling Seamus's leg out from under him. The Irish wizard fell back catching his head against a table behind him and blacking out.
Neville stood up and advanced on Ron Weasley a knife in hand. Weasley began to panic and sent another bludgeoning hex only to watch as Neville shrugged it off like it was nothing. He let go of Su Li and backed up into a tree behind him firing another spell with the same results. He closed his eyes and the next thing he felt was pain as he was stabbed. However it wasn't from the front like he expected. His entire back side felt like it was being stabbed. He opened his eyes to find Nevilles knife stuck in the tree barely an inch from his face.
"I don't need a knife to hurt you." Neville sneered. "You should watch out the plants in this greenhouse are dangerous. Wouldn't want to run into an Argentinian Porcupine Tree."
Harry watched in amusement as Neville turned to check on Su Li, leaving Gryffindor attached to said Argentinian Porcupine Tree.
"Well Weasel you should probably look into your history a little closer. The Longbottom's lean towards battle magic, not household charms. It is a side affect of being related to Godric Gryffindor. I'm sure he would disapprove of his heir using his brand of magic against a fellow Gryffindor, but he would make an exception for this case." Harry said stepping out from his hiding place.
"Really?" Neville asked in awe of what he had done.
"Yep you just needed a push. Now I would like this back." Harry said pulling the knife from the tree causing it to embed the spines deeper in Ron's back making him squeal like a pig. Harry grabbed him and pulled him off of the tree, tearing most of the spines out of his skin roughly before letting the screaming boy drop to the ground with several dozen spines still sticking out of his skin.
"Fuck me I think he pissed himself." Harry laughed before he and his friends left the green house.
Harry was sitting in his common area with his new male friend Neville. The boy had taken to his battle magic quickly, learning everything Harry knew and even asking his grandmother from books from their library on it. Along the way Harry had gotten to know him, just glad he had a friend that was a guy. The two guys were playing a game of exploding snap which was interrupted when the portrait hole opened up to reveal Su Li in a long golden dress. Neville was speechless and Harry had to snicker a little before he decided to smack the boy in the back of the head to get a reaction out of him. Su Li had giggled at the scuffle that ensued before snapping her fingers, causing Neville to break it off and run over to follow her out the door.
"Whipped." Harry snorted before he heard a voice behind him on the stairs.
"Beautiful women have that affect on men." Harry turned to find his half Merfolk date standing on the stairs in a Dark Blue floor length strapless dress. Her blonde hair was done up in an intricate bun with a pair of sharp stilettos. She struck a sexy pose only to glare when Harry laughed.
"What are you laughing at." She threatened making Harry laugh harder. Finally he got his act together and put his arm out for her to take, huffing at his attitude her nose upturned.
"My baby sister is growing up so fast." Harry said wiping fake tears in his eyes.
"Want to see how grown up I am." She said seductively causing Harry to shiver.
"Aaaaaand now I'm disgusted." Harry said walking out of the room and down to the a Yule Ball.
Harry sat to the side watching the other students dance. Angela was dancing with some Durmstrang boy allowing Harry to sit on the side. He didn't mind. He had only come because he was a champion. Well that and because of what he had planned. He also liked to let his adopted sister have some semblance of a normal life. He had honestly enjoyed watching her dance with his fellow students. She seemed to actually be happy.
He had however not liked watching Fleur dance with Davies. It still irked him to see them all buddy buddy the last couple of days, though his magic had settled to a tolerable, and controllable level. He had just watched them leave the Great Hall when his prank started taking place.
Harry walked into the center of the dance floor alone causing people to look at him strangely. He wasn't alone long as two ginger Gryffindor twins appeared on either side of him. With a flash their robes were replaced by blazers with nothing on underneath and huge pants. The band had stopped playing at this point and music started playing. Can't touch this was a big hit with the muggleborns and soon the trio was hammer timming to the beat, All to soon the music was done but the entertainment was not as Dumbledore could be seen standing alone on the middle of the dance floor looking stupidly at his own feet. Every eye in the room was on him. All of the sudden he broke out into the robot. Everyone was wide eyed. It wasn't until he started to moonwalk that the laughter began.
Soon he was break dancing all over the middle of the floor. After a few minutes he was joined by Mr. Filch. However Mr. Filches robes turned into a white vest with nothing underneath, white bell bottoms, platform shoes, and to top it all off on his head could be found an afro. The students and even some of the teachers laughed as disco music began to play and he pulled moves that would make the stuff in Saturday Night Fever look easy.
It wasn't till they separated and a pole rose out of the ground that they noticed Proffeser Vector walk up in a very skimpy police girl outfit with a very short tight miniskirt, and a almost nonexistent shirt. The young 26 year old was soon poledancing, much to the male students delight, and the other professors surprise. The adults in the room just stood their to surprised to move until the spells wore off and the dancers were released. Immediately afterward Proffesor Vector ran out of the room, while Dumbledore smiled and Filch, to everyone's amazement, continued to dance just like he had earlier.
Fleur was sitting beneath the beautiful lights on the Hogwarts grounds giggling as the fairies above her fought to see who could shine the brightest. Her attention was diverted as her date coughed rudely. She had found herself rather bored by the ball. Roger was a nice guy and certainly made her feel special but she couldn't place why she was not happy. Everything was so perfect. Or it should have been. She had been somewhat mollified by the sight of Harry Potter sitting by himself on the side. Though even that didn't make her any happier as she wondered if he would dance with her.
She wanted to feel nothing for him but for some reason her Veela nature couldn't let him go. She played it off as whatever emotional attachment had developed after their night together. However she couldn't stop hungering for him. The few kisses and light touches she had shared with Roger should have kept her from needing to feed but when it came to Harry she was always hungry. She couldn't figure out what he had that Roger didn't. What it was that made his energy so addictive or more satisfying.
She sighed and softly twisted so that another of Rogers passes landed harmlessly on her arm. He had become more persistent. She didn't want to rush anything. Not after Harry. He had been a mistake she decided. A hormone driven mistake and she wouldn't make that mistake with Roger. She would come to care for him just as much. He would satisfy her just as well. She decided her feelings for Harry were just her Veela powers amplifying the desires and latching onto him. However a small part of her reminded her about what she had been told by her mother about it being just the opposite. Roger had different ideas however. She jerked to the side as in her distracted state he had been able to run his hand up from her hip to the underside of her breast.
"Roger please stop, I am not comfortable." She admonished unhappily. He leaned in and kissed her, only to have her jerk back as he pawed at her once more.
"Oh come on. You want it. Don't pretend you don't." Roger said huskily.
"No I most certainly do not "Want it"." She growled.
"Your a Veela. You enjoy it. You have been wanting this since you started talking to me. Why else would you have acted the way you did with me." Roger leered. Fleur's face morphed into a mask of hatred.
"Veela are not playthings." She said dangerously, not realizing how similar it sounded to what she had said to Harry earlier like a prerecorded response.
"So you only spread for famous boys like Potter. Another slut for fame." Roger growled his face lost its aggression as her hands started collecting fire.
"I am NOT a slut. Harry never treated me like a Veela. He never expected to fuck me. He was my FRIEND. He didn't want anything else. I came TO HIM. I wanted him because he was a good man and a worthy mate. He wanted Fleur. Not a Veela slut." She roared sending him running with a few fireballs. After he was gone the fire dissipated and she reached up to find tears streaming down her face.
She rushed back to her room and fell onto her bed looking up at the ceiling as her tears ran down her face and soaked the sheets below her. She thought about what she had said, realizing how true it was. She had thrown herself at Harry because he had been a worthy mate and she knew it. She didn't think she would ever find another man like him. She knew she had rushed it, but Harry hadn't let that ruin their friendship. He had intended to treat her like a human and a Veela. He didn't see her as the Veela sextoy she had proclaimed. Nor did he expect her to be human. He was there for whatever she wanted, and she had accused him of using her for himself. She couldn't help but feel miserable as the human that wanted honest attention for who she was, and the Veela who wanted a man that was perfect, realized they had gotten what they wanted and lost it because she didn't think of herself as both. She had thought and desired herself human but acted Veela. Her tears dried up leaving trails of makeup down her face as she fell into a restless sleep.
Shit this chapter was a pain. I know how I want Fleur to be but I just can't portray it well. I think I got a good compromise between the bitch I WAS portraying the first 15 drafts of this chapter, and the conflicted self disavowing woman I ended up with. Anyway write a nice review with your thoughts on this or any matters that may be in your head or just tell me why you like it.