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Dead Reckoning By: GrandMoffPooky

Summary: Harry is being called down to a strange part of Hogwarts he's never ventured into, one not even the Marauder's Map has listed. There he is contacted and given a gift by a being looking to ensure the continuation of the world as he knew it.

Known Pairings: HP/OC, HR/RW

Italics Mind speak

Previous Chapter:

The cloaked figure stopped in front of the head table before focusing on the standing Headmaster.

"What may I do for you this fine day…?" He left off there, hoping for the figure to identify itself.

"My name is Amaya," The figure, dropping her hood, to reveal a woman of oriental descent, who looked to be in her mid 20s, "And I am here to speak to Harry Potter."

Chapter 2

The young woman turned to face Harry, and his eyes locked with her shockingly violet eyes. Harry felt something in him stir and realized it was his magical core, reacting to her very presence. He broke contact between them to focus inward, as his magical core seemed to pulse slowly, almost asking for permission to explode outward.

He looked forward to her and found her still staring at him intensely, a small smile at her lips, seeming to sense his trouble. He looked confused at her, before focusing inward again, only to see his core pulsing madly, now seemingly desperate to be released and come into contact with the woman.

"Release it."

Harry's head jerked up, looking at the woman again, his eyes even more confused.

"Yes, it is Amaya, and you may trust me, as you trust our Goddess," Amaya thoughts reached Harry's mind, causing him to shrug, deciding to trust her at the mention of the Night Mother.

Harry looked inward again, and then, with a thought, released his control of his pulsing core. It seemed to sit there for a second, then exploded outwards, becoming visible to all others in the Great Hall as a beautiful white aura that kept leaking strands of multicolored magic into the air around him. After a second, the hall grew intensely bright as a new aura began to leak from Harry.

It was pure white, this one seemed to send strands everywhere close to him, sweeping towards his friends. They looked slightly scared, but didn't move as the tendril gently brush against them, going from one to the next. When it touched them, they realized what it was, and it's power cause them to feel light headed and short of breath. They had been touched by Harry's soul, his very being, and it kept going, brushing against all those that Harry cared for, and then seemed to focus on the woman that was watching the tendril with what could only be described as anticipation.

It reached out and gently ran across her face, causing her to smile at the feeling before it seemed to fall back for a second. Amaya seemed to understand, and before their eyes another aura appeared, followed by her own soul-tendril. When the two soul-tendrils connected, a burst of light cause people to gasp and turn away, and when they turned back, they saw the two tendrils weaving around each other, connecting the two beings on the deepest level.

Then the tendrils slowly faded, followed by the auras. When the students and teachers were finally able to see Harry again, he had a wide smile on his face, "Holy Crap!"

With that statement, Harry fell backwards his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Though still recovering from his contact with the soul of his best friend, Ron was able to shake it off enough to catch the feinted young man before he cracked his head on the stone floor. Amaya was strong enough to maintain consciousness for a few seconds, which allowed her to kneel, placing her head closer to the ground. But when she feinted, Dumbledore was able to catch her with a simple spell and prevent her from hurting herself.

Dumbledore looked up, "It seems we've had a show to go along with our dinner…but its time for you all to go to bed, as you have classes in the morning tomorrow."

It took a few seconds for the student body to react, before loud whispers and conversations broke out as they moved towards their sleeping areas. Ron walked up to the Headmaster, whom had started to leave the hall from the head table with a floating Amaya in tow. Hermione quickly followed the two, though she was still in awe at the depth of feeling she had felt Harry had for her. Not romantic of course, but more like that of a sister.

When they reached the Medical Wing, Pomphrey huffed about have to 'Treat Potter again!' but was otherwise glad to help out, and was happy to report that the two were just exhausted, and should be right as rain in a day or two.

Dumbledore's mind was in overdrive. He knew what had happened, in over 150 years of his life, he had accumulated a large amount of knowledge,, and what he had just witnessed was something special, something that was indeed, almost considered sacred among wizard kind.

"What was that Professor Dumbledore?" asked Ron, whom was standing next to Harry's bed, with Hermione by his side in quiet contemplation.

"That, Mr. Weasley, was the visual effects of two soul's binding together," Dumbledore said with the twinkle in his eyes almost making his eyes glow.

Ron's eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open, surprise clear. But Hermione, for once, wasn't sure what something meant, and looked at the Headmaster with slight fear.

"Is that bad, Professor? Will Harry be ok?" She asked hesitantly, her eyes falling back on her best friend for years.

Dumbledore laughed softly, "Ok? He will be more then ok, when two souls bind together as these two just did, it means they are meant to be together, destined even."

"Harry's only troubles now is getting used to married life with his new bond-mate," Ron assured Hermione.

Dumbledore thought of that statement for a second, then laughed loudly, "This will be enjoyable for all of us I think."

Hermione looked thoughtful for a second, then smiled and gently patted Harry's shoulder, "Guess we should get to bed now then, since Harry's gonna be fine."

Dumbledore nodded, smiling at the two, "Have a good nights rest, wouldn't want to miss the festivities when these two wake up, will you?"

Ron had to smirk at that, but it changed into a caring smile, "I think this will do Harry a world of good."

Dumbledore nodded, "He will always have her by his side, and he can't easily hide his emotions from her as he can us."

The three left the room, with Pomphrey heading to her own bed, with monitoring charms on both persons to wake her if anything happens. When the coast was clear, violet eyes opened and with a wave of her hand, the charm monitoring her was shut off for 10 seconds, allowing her to get out of her bed and make her way over to Harry's now standard bed. Without a sound, she lifted the covers and laid next to her bond-mate. She sighed contented as she snuggled closer to him, and smiled as his arm came up to clasp her tighter to him in his sleep.

Time-Skip

When Harry first awoke the next day, he felt…different somehow. But his attention was quickly directed outward as he felt the warmth and weight of something…actually, someone, now that he looked down and saw the black hair. Again, his attention was quickly redirected as he heard a huff from the Madam Pomphrey.

"Just what, may I ask, Mr. Potter," She drawled, "Is Ms. Amaya doing in your bed?"

Harry looked at her for a second, then looked down at the woman curled against him, then back at Pomphrey, "Erm…don't supposed you'd accept the answer, 'I don't know'?"

Madam Pomphrey looked at him, looking for any signs that he is lying. She knew however, that this boy was damn good at not lying, but not telling the whole truth. She decided however, that this was not of Harry's doing, as he seemed just as confused as her. That didn't stop his arm from unconsciously tightening around his bond-mate, ensuring she would stay close to him.

She smirked at him, which through poor Harry through a loop, for it wasn't an expression he'd ever seen on the medi-witches face. She just patted Harry on the arm, before telling him that after a few more hours of in bed time to ensure his energy levels were up, he could leave, but only after the go ahead from Madam Pomphrey herself.

Harry nodded, then looked down at the woman in his arms. He was confused, he didn't know what was going on. But for some unknown reason, he just couldn't remove his arm from around her. He just…didn't like the thought of doing so, so he kept it wear it was comfortable resting around Amaya. He sighed and decided to lean back and do some thinking.

He thought of Sirius, remembering the good times, the bad times, and the strange times (which were technically good times, but he had to think of these twice, as some were indeed very strange Sirius antics). He thought of Cedric, whom he had forced himself to see as not his fault. And while he still carried partial fault for the death of Sirius, he realized that most of the fault laid with others. He felt lighter after realizing these things, but the prophecy weighed him down.

He has to fight and kill a man who has over triple his age worth of experience, cursed rituals, and a slew of fanatically loyal Death Eaters. Harry quickly crushed any doubts, there was no time to be doubting himself. Again he felt his arm tighten around Amaya, which seemed to relax him. He knew he needed to train, and train hard. He needed to learn spells and more spells, he was already very comfortable with his control of his magical core, able to focus inwardly on it with just a thought. It was the only magic he could watch when at the Dursleys, and he took to it with a vigor.

Luckily, he had the Black Book, as he'd taken to calling it. Necromancy, the most powerful of 'dark' arts magic. Dealing with the dead, ability to raise spirits, entire armies of skeletons to command, an entire section on ice attack spells. But he must tread carefully, he must not overstep his bounds when dealing with the dead. He didn't want to force any into his service…well, maybe a death eater or three…just to liven things up a bit…

He shook his head to clear that last thought. He didn't like thinking like that, but he knew he had to change, even if just a little bit. He was surprised by the comforting touch at his mind, which caused him to remember his Goddess, the Night Mother. He sent gratitude to his link with her, then thinking for a moment, sent her a question asking if she knew what had happened between himself and Amaya. He felt amusement ripple from the link, and then the thought, 'Ask Amaya.'

He looked down and was surprised to find Amaya's violet eyes looking up at him. He smiled slightly, sitting up, dragging her with him. She adjusted herself, then leaned against Harry again.

"So, I guess your wondering what's going on, hm?" She said quietly, her voice betraying slight hesitation, showing she was slightly fearful of his reaction to the information she was going to give him.

Harry nodded, "That would be useful, yes."

She bit her bottom lip in thought for a second, "What we did, was bind our souls together, in effect tying us together for the rest of eternity."

Harry's eyebrow rose slightly, "So we're, for lack of a better term, married forever?"

She chuckled, "It's so much deeper then that, what we did was establish a connection deeper then anything can hope to establish, except other bond-mates."

"We share our emotions, our memories, our pains, our magic, even our very souls are shared," she continued, "I shall gain some traits from you, and you shall gain some traits from me."

"Really? Well, I think you got the short end of the stick, not much special about me, but being bonded to a vampire should be cool," Harry said with a chuckle.

Amaya looked up shocked, "You know I'm a vampire and yet you aren't repulsed, scared, or angry?"

Harry just smiled at her, "I explained this to the Night Mother, I don't care what you are on the outside, its what's on the inside that counts to me."

Amaya looked at him, then smiled brightly hugging him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered, before withdrawing, but still leaning against him.

"You're taking this amazing well, I figured you'd freak out or at least do something of the sort," Amaya said after a comfortable silence.

Harry gave a barking laugh, "I'm Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, resident savior and/or scapegoat of the wizarding world, I'm used to magic doing weird things to me."

Harry then looked at her with slight concern, "How bout you? How do you feel about being bonded to a 15 year old who is numero uno on Tommy Boy's 'To Kill Painfully' list and in his own opinion isn't very special?"

She looked at him, "I've been alone for a long time Harry, and from what I have already gleamed from your mind, and from what the Night Mother has told our clan about you, you are indeed very special and I don't mind one bit."

"What we have is only possible if the two souls are compatible, we may not love each other to the full extent now with our conscious thoughts, but deep down, our very souls are meant to be together," Amaya continued, "To achieve it is a blessing from the Goddess herself."

Harry smiled at her, before he thought of something, "Been alone a long time? How old are you exactly? I'd say around mid 20s maybe…"

Amaya's looked at him for a second, then answered truthfully, "I am 118 years old."

Harry's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened, staring at her, and when she didn't say, 'Ha! Got ya!' he let his brain process this information. Amaya looked on worriedly, wondering how he would react to this information.

"And you've, never been in love?" Harry asked, still in shock, "Never married, had a family with someone you were interested in?"

"My heart was never in any of the courting rituals I went through, and as I grew older, I gave up, figuring the Goddess would one day guide me to the one I was meant to be with," Amaya explained, "And she did, and I'll be forever grateful that I waited."

"Really now…," Harry replied, still in shock, before he shook his head and recovered, "Always thought I liked the older women."

Amaya chuckled, "You'll never have to look around again, you've got me now till the end of time."

He smiled at that, "Since we're virtually married and all, guess we should spend a while getting to know each other."

"The bond will help us there, just lean back, and open your mind," Amaya informed, following her own advice, quickly followed by Harry.

So they spent the next few hours showing each other their memories, talking about them, and generally getting to know each other. Harry was reluctant to show her his childhood, but figured she might as well know what had helped shape him into the Harry everyone knew today. Her reaction both comforted and amused him. By the end of the string of memories, she was enraged, her teeth fully extended, claws out, and her eyes burning wit violet fire.

"How could they have treated you as such?!" she growled out, her anger making her magic flare around her.

"You know…you're pretty sexy when you're angry like this…" Harry said, leaning back to look at her. Then wondered where that had come from, before chalking it up to one of things he picked up from her.

That seemed to shock her out of her anger for a second as she blushed at him, her eyes still burning, before she growled again, "How can you act like this, after what they did to you?!"

"Let me show you something," Harry stated calmly, letting her enter back into her mind.

He lead her right to a heavily locked and barricaded door, which seemed to have been recently reinforced. He put his hand on it and a small window opened, letting shining red light escape the enclosed area.

"This is my rage vault, the place where I put all my anger, my rage, all of my hate," Harry informed, "I let it gather, so that I can show Voldemort what true power is one day, when I can face him in battle with the slightest hope of winning."

He looked at her, as she looked at the doorway and the escaping energy, which she now new was anger.

"My love for all things keeps me who I am, gives me the ability to shrug off the anger and store it here, so that one day, it will be the rage and anger of all those he's killed, all those he has hurt in one way or the other," Harry said, before closing the window again, "When this is released, it will destroy everything in its path, burn my enemies in a holy firestorm of righteous fury, taking them and their master to hell, but I am not ready."

"I must train, so that I can survive a duel with him, as this will only work on a weakened Voldemort," Harry stated looking back at the door, "I must train so that I can defeat his army, with an army of my own, using spirits of those he has killed, giving them a chance to avenge themselves against their killers."

"Now you see why I can keep going as who I am, cause I can love, I can forgive, but I know that one day I'll have to remove the taint of evil from this world," Harry said with conviction, "My wrath shall show the world that the darkest foes can be burned away with the light."

"And then I'll be able to find peace…I stay myself cause I know, one day, I'll know peace…," Harry finished, looking into the tearing eyes of his bond-mate.

She hugged him hard, crushing him to her body, realizing that Harry was short of his age, and deciding that some TLC from the potion masters of her clan would do wonders for his chronically malnourished frame.

"Come, its time you saw my childhood," She said softly, and then drew him to her mind across their soul-link..

And so they spent the rest of their time in the Medical Wing swapping more memories, growing to understand each other more, discovering tendencies that had carried over the link. Amaya managed to get Harry's almost legendary love of flying, while Harry received her deep love of all things fuzzy. He was still groaning about that when they finally decided to call it quits for the day.

"I mean come on, I woulda gone for a inexplicable liking to leather, or something, but all things fuzzy? Now I'm gonna have to get a cat or something…," Harry complained, "Though…the cats are so cute and fuzzy and ARGH!"

Harry looked at her in exasperation, "Why'd you do this to me woman!? Gonna ruin my tough guy appearance!"

She pouted at him, "So we can't get a kitty?"

"Course we can get a kitty…," Harry then sighed, "No use fighting it I guess, I'm a big tough guy that loves fuzzy things…"

"Who says you're a big tough guy?" Amaya teased, enjoying the banter they were exchanging.

"Ouch, you wound me, that went right to the heart," Harry said grabbing his chest in mock pain.

"Ah, let me kiss it better," She purred before reaching to raise the boys shirt, causing him to blush madly and grab her hands and bring them together holding them away form the hem of his shirt.

"I think I'll recover fine and dandy this time, thank you very much," He said, still blushing madly.

She giggled, "Ok, if you insist, but I get to kiss you instead."

"Just…please no crying," Harry said looking at her, his blush only slightly gone.

"Now why would I cry about kissing you?" Amaya said softly as she closed the distance between them.

Their first kiss seemed to cause sensations to explode between them, especially Amaya whom at the taste of her mate, her vampire side went hyperactive, extending her teeth. He opened his mouth to moan and she quickly deepened the kiss, getting her first taste of him and found it like a drug. She trailed her lips along his jaw line towards his neck, where he lean his head slightly to the side, allowing her access. She moaned in approval and started kissing above the blood that flowed rapidly.

"Wait Amaya," Harry said quietly, but she quickly backed away frowning, thinking he was fearing her, but what she saw instead was him lifting his wand from the side table and flicking it at the curtains around the bed they were in, closing them tightly and added a sound-proof charm to them for good measure.

He looked back at her sheepishly, "Privacy is better."

Harry then kissed her hard, then exposed his neck to her again, "Go ahead, we already share everything else, what's a little blood between us?"

He was smiling at her, a handsome, carefree smile that had her smiling widely back, before she kissed her bite spot again, and began to lick and lightly suck on it, causing him to groan wildly. She then backed up slightly, looking at his slightly out of focus eyes, waiting for him to refocus on her.

"You know what happens when a vampire bites their mate the first time right?" She asked seriously, keeping her eyes locked on his.

"I become one, yada yada, all that will change is that I'll be able to take sustenance from blood instead of food if I want, become stronger, faster, have a slight dislike for sunlight, specially for the first few days after the turning," Harry listed, "And I'll have a hot wife for the rest of eternity, cause I don't plan on dying by any beheading , and sure as hell aint gonna let that happen to you."

She smiled, "You forgot you also become part of my clan, and as my father is the head of my clan, with me next in line for that position if something ever happens to him, or he retires, you'll be right beside me, helping me rule."

"Bah, we'll be do good together," Harry said, "Now less talking more biting, you got me all excited and everything."

She smiled lovingly at him, "Are you sure about this Harry?"

Harry sigh, then straightened and put on a serious face, "Yes, Amaya, I'm very serious about accepting your offer to live forever at your side, starting a family, lots of kids, tons of fuzzy kittens, the whole lot."

She laughed softly, and placing her hands on either side of his head, leaned in and kissed him softly. She then leaned his head to the side and slowly sank her teeth into his neck. The first taste of his blood nearly made her moan in ecstasy, the second did, and she continued for as long as she knew she could, allowing for plenty of blood for his body to still function safely.

She leaned back, licking the spot she had penetrated healing it with a bit of magic, then licked her lips, where some of his blood was still coating, only to have Harry crush his lips to hers.

"That felt amazing…" Harry said, his heart beating faster from both the excitement and loss of blood.

Amaya was still recovering from the power of her mates blood, but once she did, turned and saw Harry laying down, the effects of his mates bite causing him to slowly fall asleep so the change could take place without interruption. She looked down at him with care and the beginning traces of love flashing in her eyes. She had known him only for less then a day, and already she knew she would love him completely in time, willing to do anything for him. He treated her as an equal, not as a monster or a freak. Thinking of the word freak made her remember how the Dursleys abused her mate, and a growl escaped her. Next thing she knew, she was pulled down next to Harry by his surprisingly strong arms.

"All in the past, Amaya, all in the past," He said quietly, before returning to dreamland.

Amaya just looked at him in his sleep, before leaning over and kissing him gently. When she pulled back he had a smile on his face. She returned to her newly declared favorite position of using his chest as a pillow and decided that it had been a good day, though they could have gotten out with just the word from Pomphrey (whom had let the newly soul-bounded pair have their day of getting to know each other). The way they did spend it, getting to know each other, furthering their fledgling relationship to almost full form and then he had allowed her to turn him, which showed his explicit trust in her. She finally settled to watch over her mate's slowly changing body as he became a vampire.

Time-Skip

When Harry awoke again, this time the next day, the shades for all the windows of the Medical Wing were closed, which told Harry that Madam Pomphrey knew of his change. Speaking of his change, Harry looked down, but didn't see anything off about himself. Then he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. This of course made him happy, as he had been tired of wearing those out of date prescriptions anyways, as well as them being a hazard for when he was dueling.

Harry sat up, feeling right as rain, though he felt he was missing something…or someone…, "Where is Amaya…."

"Right here," Amaya responded from right next to his ear, causing him to shriek and fall of the bed.

She laughed as he saw him quickly stand back up and dust himself off, "You need to be more aware of your surroundings."

"Bah, and you shouldn't sneak up on guy who's been attacked as many times as I have…it's a wonder I'm not like Mad Eye yet," Harry huffed, before he smiled and looked up, "So, what we up to?"

"We're gonna get out of this place, never been a fan of hospitals," replied Amaya.

"Yea, me too, but you wont find a better medi-witch in the world then good ole Madam Pomphrey, she's patched me up so many times I've lost count, even got me a personal bed here now," Harry said, point at the bed they had stayed in.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomphrey said from right behind Harry, who again jumped like crazy and end up on the other side of Amaya with his finger pointing at the medi-witch.

"Why must you all do that to me?!" Harry complained, "And how come my senses are so messed up?"

"You must take your first drinking of blood before the change is complete, Mr. Potter," explained Madam Pomphrey, "I wont bother asking why you suddenly became a vampire, but do be careful, you'll become extremely agitated in direct sunlight for the next day or so, I recommend staying indoors until it passes."

"Okay, thanks a bunch Madam Pomprey," Harry said smiling at the strict witch. He turned to talk to Amaya, but had a potion bottle thrust into his hand before he fully turned from the medi-witch.

"Eh?" He looked at Pomphrey questionably.

"That's the blood of Amaya here, given freely and ready for you to drink," explained Madam Pomphrey.

"But it's so much more fun to get it the other way," Harry pouted, with Amaya blushing slightly in the background.

"Yes, but once a mated pair of vampires start drawing from each other, things become quite…exciting…and I would rather not have a pair of vampires doing the…dirty…in one of my beds, thank you very much," Pomphrey replied, "Now drink that up, and get back to your friends, it should still be lunch time."

Harry just smiled and downed the blood, before feeling as if he suddenly had come back to life from the dead. His senses were up and alert, his body felt stronger then ever, and he felt on top of the world. Then he got a strangely intoxicating aftertaste in his mouth, causing him to pause.

"You taste sweet…very sweet…" Harry mumbled in contemplation.

Amaya came up behind him and hugged him, whispering in his ear, "And you taste very sweet yourself, now, your ready to go meet up with your friends?"

Harry nodded and after grabbing their stuff, they both headed out of the infirmary, Harry avoiding the windows. When they reached the Great Hall, they stepped in, with Amaya glancing worriedly up at the roof, where the sun shown brightly.

"No worries, its just a magic representation, not the real thing," Harry reassured her, and walked up to Dumbledore, with Amaya close to his side.

"Hey Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, how you doing today?" Harry asked, smiling at the two professors.

"We're are fine Harry, how bout yourself?" replied Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling, "I see that you had things explained to you by this fine young woman here."

Harry coughed at young, but received an elbow to the gut for it, causing him to put on an innocent smile, "Yep, and even had some bonding occur, though she made my love fuzzy things…"

"Why, then you would love my new pair of socks," Dumbledore said overjoyed, pulling out a pair of multicolored fuzzy socks, which Harry immediately became fixated on.

"Fuzzy….," Harry whispered while looking at the sock, then snapped out of it, "Gah! Damn you woman, I give you love of flying and you give me love of all things fuzzy?!"

"I see you have indeed been sharing, though, might I ask why you seem different today, my dear boy?" Dumbledore asked, putting away his extra fuzzy socks, "Besides the soul-bound of course."

"Became a vampire," Harry answered casually with a wave of his hand, dismissing it as if it were nothing, "Now, about those socks…I must get my hands on a pair…"

"What?!" Professor McGonagall all but yelled, causing many students to look up at her in shock, before they continued with their previous actions.

"Yep, did the whole shebang,, not to bad actually, only thing that sucks is I don't want to get into contact with direct sunlight for a day or two, gonna make it two just to be safe," Harry said, again with a casual air about him, "Now where did you get those socks…."

Soon Harry and Professor Dumbledore drifted into a conversation about the origin of Albus's favored fuzzy wool socks. All the while Amaya was just looking at Harry in shock, he had pretty much just told his two of his most favored people in the world that he had volunteered to become a vampire in such a way that made it seem like not a big deal, and in truth she realized, he probably didn't think it was. Her love for her mate went up a notch, a dazzling smile coming onto her face.

Harry, sensing her shift in emotions, turned to look at her, giving her a wide smile, before turning back to his sock filled conversation with his Headmaster. Professor McGonagall turned to look at Amaya, who was still smiling at Harry.

"So you turned him?" She asked quietly, so as to not attract attention. There was no accusing in her eyes or voice, just a teacher's concern for her student.

"Yes, but it was of his free will, he asked me to do it, so that we could be together forever, have a family," Amaya explained, looking over at the professor, her smile never leaving her face.

Professor McGonagall nodded, then smiled at Amaya, "Please take care of him, he has seen so much hardship, he deserves a little happiness."

Amaya's smile gave way to a frown, as she too remembered that her mate had gone through many trials. Harry sensed another change in her emotions, this one bad, turned back to her and mouthed 'All in the past' to her and then turned back to Dumbledore to argue his point that gummy bears were better then lemon drops (he had no idea how the conversation drifted to this subject, but would defend his position to the death). Amaya walked up to Harry and hugged him, kissing the back of his neck, noticing again that he was shorter then her a fair amount, again remarking to herself to get some potions for him when she had the chance.

This action caused many a gasp in the great hall, specially from the female population. Amaya turned and smirked out at the student body, before turning back and kissing his neck again, this time lightly nipping the skin with her teeth.

"That's enough of that dear, or you'll cause me to do something that I will both want to remember forever, and forget it ever happened," Said Harry quietly, his head slightly facing to the side so he could look at her from the corner of his eye.

She just kept on smirking before doing it one last time and backing off, "If you insist, but I reserve the right to make you tell me what you were thinking of."

Harry just smiled and sent her an image of her, a bowl of whipped cream that was sitting in front of the Headmaster, and a bottle of honey via their mind link. She blushed and whispered, "My for a virgin, you have a very active imagination…"

"I think that's why its active as much as it is, not a detriment," Harry whispered, then chuckled.

Well, lets go sit with my friends, I can introduce you, to them," Harry said, before turning back to the headmaster, "I'll be getting you a bag of gummy bears soon Professor."

Dumbledore smiled, "And you shall receive a bag of lemon drops, dear boy."

Harry nodded his agreement, before turning to head to his friends at his House's table. When he reached there he clapped Ron on the back and sat next to him and across from Hermione. Amaya settled next to him.

"Hey you two, hope I didn't worry you too much," Harry said, "I'm sure you all know about what happened, as Professor Dumbledore is a good at knowing what's going on."

The two nodded, but Hermione noticed the bandage on Harry's neck, and after thinking back about the day and finding nothing that could have caused it, asked, "Harry, what happened to your neck?"

"Love mark," Harry said easily, "Oh, and I'm also a vampire now, cheers!"

He said this while lifting his goblet of pumpkin juice to his lips, only to have to expel it all over Hermione when her exclamation came.

"What?!" Hermione yelled, only to get a face full of pumpkin juice, just remember that its not a good idea to shock Harry Potter…

"Ok, that was totally your fault," Harry said edging away just in case she exploded, "You've been warned about shocking, tickling, poking, slapping, making jokes, or any other thing that might cause involuntary action involving the expelling of juice from my nose and or mouth."

Hermione sighed, yes she had been warned after what happened to poor Seamus not too long ago, everyone had been warned. Harry was extremely jumpy, if you caught him in the middle of drinking, you'd get a face full of whatever he was drinking only to open your eyes to a wand pointed at you.

"Its okay, Harry, luckily we covered the scourgify spell earlier this week," She said, before doing said spell to clean herself and the table up, "Now, how did you become a vampire, and why did it happen?"

"I became one via my bond-mate, and I chose to become one because it's a good idea, it would make my bond-mate happy, and besides, its cool, just can't go out into the sun right now," Harry explained.

Ron looked thoughtful for a little while, "So, you're a vampire, soul-bonded, dark lord killing, quidditch playing, big bad wizard, eh?"

"Pretty much, and don't forget to mention I like cute, fuzzy, and or fluffy objects or animals now…damn you woman!!" Harry said again, but yet again, it was said in a joking tone that only make Amaya laugh.

Hermione sighed, "Only you Harry, only you."

"Yep, aint I special?" Harry said with a smile.

"So, gonna come to the last DA meeting of the year? Got tests next week then its off home," Ron asked with a touch of hope.

"Definitely, gotta see how they have progressed, don't I?" replied Harry, "Though I wont be returning home for summer break, I'll be leaving it."

His sad moment was interrupted by Amaya, "You'll be coming with me to my home, going to introduce you to the parents!"

"Ah bugger…" Harry said, debating whether going to meet the parents or going to the Dursleys was worse.

AN: I think might have made this one too humorous, but I can fix that in later chapters, I just want Harry to get some laughs in before he assumes the mantle of Necromancer, though their will definitely be some humorous moments then, as I do enjoy writing happy Harry. I think I put enough serious Harry in the beginning of the chapter. As for the quick binding between Amaya and Harry, its better this way, as it allowed the Night Mother to directly interact with Harry. How you ask? Remember earlier, I stated it was against the deity's rules to interfere without a direct connection to the person. Say that person worshipped them, or was a member of the species/race that the god or goddess had a hand in creating. When Harry soul binds to Amaya, whom is a vampire, which were partially created by the Night Mother, she now has a direct link to Harry, allowing her the opportunity to interact with him with impunity. But she did this before he met Amaya though, which is true, but the connection was still there, and enough for her to be able to get passed the rules to hand over the Black Book and make Harry her champion. As for Harry becoming her champion, that has a lot to do with when Harry meets the vampire clans and his standing among them. She is selected him partially cause it would help him in the long run, but would also give her a very powerful servant in the future to call on to do batter in her name. Don't expect updates as fast as this every time, as I have stayed up all night, and while I'll try and get 5000 word updates out at least once a week, maybe more. Hope you enjoyed it, and if not, feel free to tell me politely what you found wrong and ill take it into consideration.