Authors Note: My dearest one. Here is chapter three hopefully improved! Read and Review!
Blood Moon
"Papa?"
I looked down at my son. He was holding my shirt and looking at me with a very frustrated look on his face. He was pointing to the door. I shook my head at him not sure what it was that he wanted. Someone knocked on the door a moment later. I opened the door to see the vampire that was dating his food instead of eating it.
"What do you want?"
He barged into the house. I assumed he thought I would back up but I wasn't easily cowed. He ended up being right in my face. Damien looked up at him and cooed.
"Wampire."
Damien was pointing at him. The vampire looked at him and then back at me.
"You…"
He trailed off his eyes landing on Damien. I wanted to laugh at him he took a step back from me.
"Stay away from Bella."
He was very charming to look at. I was used to such simple things as perfection though. Tom demanded it. While this vampire held a charm that seemed to go beyond just being a vampire, Tom was a dark beauty like no other. His perfection could not be compared to that of a vampire. Despite this vampires good looks he was a creature crafted by death and death alone. Tom was somewhat alive.
"You name your food. Or is she a pet?"
I watched his face, he was so expressive the rage in his golden eyes was fascinating. He had no control his jaw was tense and he was clenching his fingers. I wanted to laugh at him. Yes attack me I dare you!
"She isn't food!"
I wanted to see what else he would do; I wanted to push him to the edge. Then leave him there dangling.
"Oh so she's your pet then?"
His face closed off. I loved it he was enraged now I wanted to really light him on fire and get that non-existent blood pumping…just a little.
"No she…I don't have to explain this to you just stay away from me."
I smirked at him knowing most people found that look to be infuriating. His voice was low bordering on threatening. I would usually teach anyone who even thought of taking such a tone with me a lesson. I had my son with me though and I didn't wish to mentally scar him with a vampire's fiery death. The smell was horrible anyhow. The vampire's eyes grew wide it was clear that he was the dramatic sort. I shrugged wanting to goad him to violence but only half-heartedly. I really just wanted him to leave me and my son alone.
"I was here first."
First as in five minutes before I got here, if he was looking for some entertainment than he would get more than that from me.
"Right Valeel sent you."
I was stunned to see a momentary look of confusion pass over his face. He opened his mouth closed it and then shook his head. He was pretty to look at, prettier than most of his kind. I scoffed in my mind at the persistent thought; it was probably just that he had actually been handsome when alive.
"Who is Valeel?"
A sneering remark was on the tip of my tongue but I was interrupted by my son.
"Hungy."
I looked down at my son who was now giving me his most heart warming pout.
"I don't have time to play games with you my son is hungry. You keep pretending you don't know who Valeel is and see how far that gets you. Leave and count yourself lucky."
He seemed ready to protest so I pushed him out the door with the force of my magic. The look on his face was comical. I slammed the door in his face. I quickly warded the property against vampires; if he tried barging in here again he would be in for a shock.
"What do you want for dinner sweetie?"
Damien didn't even pause to think about it.
"Cookie!"
I rolled my eyes and set Damien down to play conjuring a few wizarding toys which had the added benefit of not only keeping him distracted but keeping him in one place and in one piece. It was clear that Damien had my mischievous nature. He also had Tom's cunning and wit which to most people did not sound like a winning combination.
I set to work on dinner wishing for a moment that I could find a house elf. There was no hope of that though. This town seemed to be packed with werewolves and vampires but fresh out of wizards.
That vampire's food seemed to have quite a crush on one of the werewolves. I shook my head and went back to sautéing the onions.
I wanted back to my old life and I didn't want to wait the ninety odd years until we reached once again to the same turning point. I tried to fathom how messing with time like this would work but I stopped in favor of not burning my son's meal. For a two year old he was very picky. I cut up the food collected Damien and sat him at the table. He finished his meal quickly yawning sleepily.
"Daddy?"
I sighed feeling very much like I could cry. I banished the emotion quickly. I shook my head and Damien stared at me with his piercing blue eyes. I didn't know what to say. It was nearing his bedtime and Tom would usually read to him. He looked at me and then pouted clearly not understanding what was wrong.
"Where Daddy?"
I picked Damien up and kissed him on the cheek telling him that we would be with Daddy soon enough. He fell asleep shortly after. I made my way back down the stairs not wanting to sleep just yet. It didn't make any sense to me. I tried to think over the days events. There were alarming gaps in the day from when I tired not to comply.
It wouldn't do to bring Voldermort down on my head just yet. I had to plan, as much as I loved Tom I knew my husband was a mad man. There was also the problem of this being the past, Voldermort would think it was some kind of elaborate trick on my part. He would most likely kill me or at least try to before I could even utter a single word.
A sudden an obviously magical killing spree would most certainly garner my spouse's attention not to mention the immense satisfaction I would receive from going on a nice little raid.
"No definitely not."
I looked around the room listening to my own voice echo. I was going to have to be patient and wait this stupid thing out. For now I was going to play along. I would apologize to the vampire tomorrow and play nice. I sighed looking at the room it was so plain and ordinary that I nearly wanted to gag. As it was I got up and went to check on my son and then went to sleep.
In the morning there was a knock on my door as soon as Damien was done with his breakfast. I rolled my eyes and let the stupid woman in, noting that she clearly was not a vampire if she had breached my wards.
"What's your name?"
She smiled at me sweetly and my son made some type of excited noise.
"Nanette."
I rolled my eyes feeling a bit put off that my son was so quickly taken with her. I picked him up from his seat and kissed his cheek before handing him over to Nanette. She held him carefully and he gave me a cheerful wave and grin. Well at least someone was happy.
I closed the door resisting the urge to slam it not wanting to leave my son with the impression that I was angry with him. I went to shower and sort through the selection of terrible muggle clothing at my disposal. I selected a mostly black outfit and dressed myself without paying much attention. I ran my fingers through my hair which was cut short. It fell down into it's usually messy disarray. I took a deep breath and put on a fake but happy smile.
I was sure I hadn't made a very good impression yesterday. I drove to the blasted school taking in the town's one grocery store and one church and one restaurant. I rolled my eyes this place was too small to be normal. I pulled in to the drive and parked a good distance from the school. I went inside and found that I was going to have to actually consult the stupid little pink map and schedule. I made my way to my first class not bothering to find out what it was.
I wasn't about to absorb any of this muggle rubbish. I sat in the back and the vampire from the day before came to sit down right beside me. He seemed to be a little hostile. I studied him noting that he was blond over looking completely that he was handsome. Being good looking after all was a necessity if not an absolute rule of being a vampire. I took note of his eyes scoffing silently in my mind that these vampires seemed to think they could survive on animal blood. I forgot for a moment about being amicable and leaned in close to the vampire noting that he tensed in response.
"Don't you ever just want to feast on some of these students?"
His eyes narrowed and the pained expression that seemed to be on his face at all times became more pronounced. He leaned away from me and looked dead ahead. His expression cleared. I was impressed at least this one had more control than the other. There was a little pixie of a vampire sitting next to him and she was glaring at me. I winked and waved. Valeel's little guard was going to have a hard time of it.
I was nothing short of pure evil, and if it got to be to boring I was going to slit a view veins just to see what would happen. The Adonis came in, the unusually pretty vampire; he chose to sit with very little tact right beside me.
I ignored him completely so he seemed to think glaring at me with his fierce eyes would get me to respond. The class filled in and each and every student gave a cursory glance to the back of classroom.
I winked and smiled and even waved causing a lot of the children to blush. The vampire seemed to give up glaring a hole through my head. A perfectly smooth and white hand was thrust into my face instead. I looked at it and then held it gingerly as seemed to be expected. I wasn't at all shocked by the deathly cold skin but the spark that went through my body was decidedly unpleasant.
"I'm Edward. It seems that we got off on the wrong foot. This is my brother Jasper and my sister in-law Alice."
I let go of his hand and nodded. He smiled, well he smirked at me seeming to think that he had thrown me off balance. This tactic was old and over used though. Being falsely polite to try and lure the person into a false sense of security. I was done goading them for now though. Class was about to begin and I had to thoroughly clear my mind in order to ignore it. I fell into a particularly nice memory of the time I had made love to Tom, right on Dumbledore's desk.
The man had been tied up and forced to watch and then promptly killed. The sound of the stupid bell ripped me from my happy reminiscing.
I got up and went to my next class. I was stopped in the hall by the giant one. He smiled at me and held out his hand. I rolled my eyes and shook it. He introduced himself as Emmett and offered to help me find my next class since we had it together.
"Lead the way…Emmett."
He smiled again and I snorted. How no one in this school had noticed that five of the undead were walking around went beyond by ken. Tom was right American's were bloody idiots. I ignored the class once again. I fell once more into happy memories. The bell rang and I shook my head becoming angry with these little distractions. I was stopped in the hall by the snack. She looked nervous and that made me excited. I remembered her name.
"Bella dear."
She flushed and looked around nervously then narrowed her eyes at me.
"What did you say to Edward to get him so worked up?"
I leaned in close and her breath quickened. I brushed back he rather lank brown hair and whispered in her ear, letting my breath ghost over her skin. She shivered a little.
"I told your little blood sucker that I wanted to fu-to see you."
She gasped and I looked up into the furious face of Edward. He didn't look remotely human now and I laughed in his face. I spun around and walked in the direction of the lunch room. I had no appetite and chose to sit in a corner by myself. I put up a muggle repelling charm which had no effect on the five vampires who chose to sit with me. There was one that I hadn't seen yet she reminded instantly of Narcissa Malfoy a perfectly lovely and agreeable woman with a penchant for torture.
I smiled at her genuinely and offered my hand, she took it and I kissed the back of her hand. I heard a low growl from the giant one.
"How lovely to meet such an enchanting creature as yourself, I'm Harry and the pleasure is all mine I assure you."
She smiled at me and dropped her hand elegantly. If anyone was ever born to be an eternal beauty it was her. I was a lover of beauty male or female. I often found those worthy enough to be brought into our bed. Tom enjoyed our conquests more than anyone.
"I'm Rosalie, very nice to meet you as well Harry."
I assessed Rosalie pleased with her stature and response she was indeed as crafty as any pureblood. I winked and she smirked. I laughed when the giant one pulled her right close to his side.
Bella was of course at the table sat safely depending on one's view of safe, beside Edward. She was beet red in the face.
"So nice of you all to join me for lunch, were you lot told to follow my every move?"
I watched Rosalie mostly because she was very nice to watch. She looked politely confused. I took a deep breath. I looked at each of them and in their own way each looked genuinely confused, Bella of course looked dumbfounded.
"None of you know who I am do you?"
No one responded and I exhaled dramatically. Was I supposed to believe that a meddling vampire sent me back in time to a small town full of vampires that had nothing to do with him at all? I highly doubted that was the case. Perhaps I was being too vague. The giant one Emmet had a look of confusion on his face that closely resembled Ron trying to think.
"Valeel sent you here didn't he? You have your orders from him?"
I was stared at and not one look of dawning comprehension at the sound of Valeel's name appeared on any of their faces. I sighed not enjoying one bit the growing feeling of confusion. Was I meant to believe that I had been sent to the smallest and so far wettest place on this planet to encounter five vampires that had nothing to do with anything?
I shook my head reining in my now near explosive temper, I would have rather just blown the school to bits. I sighed being careful and cautious was something I was not used to but I would have to be at the very least. Alright then I told myself. That's perfectly fine. I stood up and five pairs of eyes followed my movement. Bella seemed inclined to stare at her food.
"It was a pleasure to meet all of you. I'm not feeling very well I think I'll be going home for the day."
I walked out of the cafeteria and out of the school. I was sure I wouldn't be stopped by a sudden blurring of everything around me. I made it to my car easily enough and drove home waiting angrily the entire time to suddenly end up back at the school. I opened my door I was glad for the moment that my son was out. I needed to kill something even if only a golem programmed to scream in terror.
I blinked I was assaulted by a very vibrant flash back. It seemed the room around me changed until it became the red and gold of my old dorm room. I blinked not sure at all how I had gotten here. Ron came up to me a twelve year old Ron and I was shocked to see that my perspective had been drastically changed. I was now looking at the world from a decidedly shorter height.
"Hiya mate want a game of chess."
Sod off Ron. I was shocked though that the words that came out of my mouth were a yes. I was even more disheartened by the happy feeling that seemed to be overtaking me. We played chess and I lost as was usual and Ron smiled at me brilliantly. I really did love Ron he was like a brother to me. Wait what! I shook my head.
"We should get started on our homework Snape will give us detention for sure if we're late."
Ron looked at me rolling his eyes but reached for his school bag just the same. We both trudged through the confusing essay. I was waiting for Hermione to come and clear up everything we had done wrong. Hermione was a live saver she always helped us out of a pinch. No! What was I thinking that a mudblood was a live saver! I didn't want to see any more of this or feel anymore of these stupid happy feelings.
The house appeared around me at once and my head spun. I was enraged to find that I was shaking and that I was drenched in cold sweat. Then I embraced the feeling all at once, that had definitely been a nightmare, a waking walking and very complete nightmare. 'No it was your life before he stole it from you.'
The voice in my head sounded very much like Valeel and I yelled out loud for him to shut up.
I looked around the room noting that I was quite alone and shouting at my own mind. It didn't matter anymore, that life was over and I had killed them all! I couldn't go back now it was too late for that. There was also the problem that I loved Tom and I loved my son. I wouldn't leave him now even if he had stolen…
'He took everything you ever had Harry'. I shook my head at the voice this time. He had given me my son and I wouldn't lose him, I loved him more than the entire world. I loved Tom second most and I would go back to him. I shook my head violently this was all part of Valeel's trickery I wouldn't fall for it. He could give me as many of these little flash backs as he liked.
I was far removed from those feelings of happiness now and forcing me to feel it would do no good. I was stupid enough to be fooled by him once but not twice. I would wait this out and when the time was right. I would set everything back to how it had been before. I sat down forgetting for the moment about the golem. It was pointless anyway I was just fighting myself in the end.
The stupid memory came back to me and it seemed like more than just a sequence of events with my remembered happiness. It was annoying all of my thoughts of Ron were now tinged with that happy feeling of seeing your best friend. I sighed and sat down on the couch which I was starting to love. I rubbed my hand through my hair a stupid nervous habit that I had never been able to get rid of.
If I was honest I should have taken this time to reassess my situation. I wasn't in the mood to be honest though I was in the mood to be angry. I was also very horny I had only been here two days but I had never gone so long without…anything.
I supposed that was healthy but then again maybe it wasn't. I was trying really hard not to become angry with Tom. It was his way after all he was crafty and he was cunning. It was starting to bother me though, even though I was trying not to let it. It was still there a little shoot of anger that Tom had stolen from me not once but twice. He had given me my son though and that had to count for something. At the very least it should have counted for half.
I would go back to Tom that was my final decision. There was a stupid bubble of the old rage in me though. The rage and hate that seemed until now to be a distant memory. There was one stupid and tiny voice that was telling me in a never ending mantra, that Tom had ruined my life that he had twisted his words and made me kill my friends the only real family I had left in the world. It was also telling me that he was the only reason the only family I had left in the world were my friends.
I forced down the stupid happy swelling of my heart at the thought of Ron. I told myself that it couldn't have been true. I could not understand how I could have gone from loving them so much to killing them. I remembered clearly that the only reason I had survived a Dementor attack had been because of my two best friends. The thought of them had been enough to produce a patanorus so strong that it held hundreds of Dementor's at bay. I saw both their faces clearly. I had killed them both, years ago. I screamed and covered my mouth in an attempt to stop it.
Memories and emotions kept flashing through my mind at an alarming pace. I was on my hands and knees retching finally. I stood up and wiped angrily at the tears on my face. I was going to kill Valeel I wasn't going to be tricked into feeling guilty now. He was going to rue casting these spells on me. I turned around only to be confronted with Ron.
He was standing in the entrance of the kitchen as solid as any person I had ever seen before. It was an older version he was probably only fifteen. He smiled and my heart clenched terribly against my will and tears sprang to my eyes.
"Ron…"
His name came out of me in an anguished whisper he smiled further and than began to fade away. I walked forward quickly and tired to grab hold of him only to be met with air. This wasn't happening. I backed away and went to the front door only to be met with my son's smiling face being held securely in Nanette's arms.
"Papa!"
I had never seen my son look so happy and care free. It had been Tom's influence that made the boy seem so serious and independent. I was now realizing that if allowed Damien was capable of being a very care free and normal two year old; who didn't check for exits in every new surrounding. I smiled at Nanette and took my son who hugged me around the neck and kissed my cheek.
He waved at Nanette who blew him a kiss and winked at him he giggled. I was startled to realize that I nearly never made my son giggle. I shut the door and squeezed the bridge of my nose in an attempt to stave off the headache that was forming. Damien was babbling at me and I realized with the words that I could understand that he was telling me about his day.
I set him down and he described a big caterpillar he had found, only being able to say 'catpiler'. I watched him in fascination realizing that he would have talked more if only I had asked. I heard the word 'nenen' which I assumed meant Nanette.
There was a toy box upstairs full of muggle children toys and coloring books. I picked up my son and went upstairs and found one of the coloring books and crayon sets.
I remembered being a young child and wanting to color. Dudley had a huge box of crayon's and mounds of coloring books. I set the book out on the floor and opened the box of bran new crayons. It was a deluxe set with more colors then the rainbow.
"Do you want to color?"
My son walked forward and examined the box of crayon's carefully before selecting a bright purple one. He smiled at me and picked out a yellow one which was actually called lemon sorbet and held it out for me.
"Papa color to."
I nodded and spent a few happy hours with my son. He laughed when we finished coloring in a donkey every color but brown. He ripped the page out and gave it to me. I picked him up and went to the fridge remembering that Dudley's pictures and paintings used to be stuck to fridge while mine had been thrown in the trash or destroyed and then thrown into the trash.
I picked one of the less garish magnets which unfortunately was a lady bug and stuck the picture to the fridge. Damien clapped and then announced that he was hungry. I set him down to play at the table and then talked to him which I hardly ever did. Tom and I would talk to each other and Damien would observe.
"What did you do today besides find caterpillars?"
I was assaulted with a fresh wave of baby babble but I was sure he was telling me about baking cookies. There had been too few moments were me and Tom had just had fun with our child. We had been to busy grooming him into the perfect heir. I had made the horrible mistake of nearly robbing my son of his childhood. The childhood I had never had, the childhood I couldn't remember not having until now.
I made the decision to try and feed my son he would have none of it though, so I let him feed himself, figuring some independence wouldn't hurt him.
Tom and I were going to have a talk though, we were raising our son to be a solider and there was no need for it. I could hear Tom now telling me that my new memories were making me weak.
I couldn't deny it though the old me would never have raised my son like this. I was happy though only a very small amount that I had the chance to correct at least one mistake. That was where it would end though I was going back to Tom. I had lived my life too long to go back on it now… maybe I would punish him a bit though for his trickery.
It made me laugh a bit. It was a cunning plan I would readily admit that if the situation had been reversed and a Voldermort with no memory landed in my lap I would have done the same thing. Then again I probably wouldn't have tried to marry him. Tom had told me immediately that we were spouses; I made a note to ask him about that. That wouldn't have been my first inclination. I would probably try to lead him to believe he was someone else and fill his head with nonsense about equal rights.
I had been completely unsuccessful in coming up with any plan for getting back. It was beginning to look like I was going to have just wait this out and probably end up wherever this stupid trip ended. My shirt was tugged on and a pile of sleepy two year old climbed into my lap. I held him close and he snuggled into my chest.
"Nite Papa."
I kissed his forehead and he sighed softly mumbling and snuggling closer to me.
"Goodnight sweetie I love you."
He made a content noise and closed his eyes. I watched him sleep for a while and then went up to my room unwilling to part with him. I settled him down beside me most of his body on the pillow instead of the bed. I cushioned him with a nice spell so he wouldn't be crushed if I rolled over. Not that I tended to roll over I slept like the dead, but I took every precaution with my son.
The dreams I had while I slept could be described as nothing but fever dreams. The sequence of events and flashes of color made no sense at all. There was a terrible moment in the middle of the dream where I was laughing with Ron and then suddenly holding his dead body and screaming. I sat up only to find that it was the dead of night. There was a full moon that seemed to be coming right into the room on account of its size.
I checked on Damien to find him sleeping peacefully, I moved so I was laying down closer to him and he grabbed a handful of my shirt mumbling in his sleep. I fell asleep again some time near morning only to wake up a few hours later like an alarm had gone off. I sat up and Damien rolled over mumbling in his sleep and snuggling into the pillow. I kissed his cheek not wanting to wake him up just yet.
I sighed and leaned back against the head board. I rubbed my face with my palms and looked out the window, rain again. This place was worse than England. Three days of no sunny skies, each morning I woke up hoping the answer to my current predicament would fall into my lap and each morning I was only more confused.
From every angle there was no way out of this. It was completely impossible and maybe even suicidal to try and contact Tom, in this time he was nothing more than Voldermort and Harry Potter was nothing short of his mortal enemy. My only hope was that Tom had the same memories of me that I had of him. Somehow though I was sure it wasn't that simple.
It seemed to me that Valeel was only willing to offer two options. One was that I was in the past and Tom was back to being Voldermort with no memory of our future and the other was that I went back to my time. The only problem with that option was that I was sure Valeel wouldn't leave me were I had left off, I would be back but years into the future and then my Tom would have memories of me but be bent on revenge.
I was stuck basically and I took a moment to admire Valeel's cunning and prowess. It was not often that I was outsmarted. Unless you would like to count that I had been thoroughly tricked into marrying and falling in love with the murderer of my parents.
I shook my head to clear away the unbidden thoughts. I wasn't sure why it was happening anymore.
On that fateful day that my memory had come back to me in fits of color and sound none of it made much sense but I had gotten the gist of it. These very real and emotional flash backs could very well be a natural symptom of someone recovering from amnesia. I remembered Ron from yesterday the one who had been standing in my kitchen as solid as anything.
Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was just losing my mind and it had nothing to do with anything else. Damien stirred calling out for me I picked him up and he rubbed at his eyes sleepily. I kissed his soft cheek. I went to the washroom and filled the tub with a safe amount of warm water. I was proud to say that my son was very well potty trained. I striped him down and put him in the bath.
He giggled and splashed around and I conjured a few rubber duckies that quacked and squeaked and changed colors every few minutes. There was a baby shampoo that apparently promised no tears. I washed him down and he played with the suds that were formed. Blowing them at me, he splashed me with some water and talked a lot.
"What was that sweetie?"
"Cookies!"
I shook my head and laughed I loved my son a lot. I loved him enough to not feed him cookies for breakfast. I kissed his nose and he giggled. I was soft with my son softer than Tom was but this new affection, all the kisses and hugs and giggling I hadn't been soft enough for that. There was at least one good thing that had come out of this and that was to see my son's constant smile.
"I'll make you a deal little man. You eat what I make for breakfast and when I'm home from school we can make cookies."
He nodded and I wrapped him in a towel and picked him up. I used a quick drying charm and dressed him carefully. I set him at the table in the little high chair and conjured a few pigmy puffs to keep him entertained. They squeaked loudly and ran around and around. Damien was completely engrossed in catching them.
I thought about making bangers and mash then found that I didn't have the ingredients mainly the bangers were missing. Eggs and bacon instead then, I dug through the fridge finding a pack of bacon. I fried it up and cut up the eggs and the bacon small for Damien and set the plate in front of him. I vanished the pigmy puff and Damien stared at his hand were the pink puff he had been holding disappeared from.
He looked like he was about to cry then he saw his breakfast and his face broke into a big grin. It wasn't very often that he got to have a fry up for breakfast or for any meal actually but once in a while I would give in and make him junk, well order that junk be made for him in any case. Bangers and mash were his favorite. He dug in and smacked his lips.
"Is it good?"
"Yeah."
I laughed and ate with a little less gusto then my toddler. My confusion was having a bad effect on my appetite I had done nothing but pick at all my meals for the last three days. The door bell rang and I cringed I was going to blast that damn thing to pieces. Instead of ringing it played a stupid little chime, three times in a row! I opened the door not surprised to find Nanette behind it. She smiled and waved and I invited her in.
I lead her to the kitchen Damien waved and babbled at her and she cooed at him. I offered her a seat. I was going to remain standing ready to pace back and forth then I reminded myself that this wasn't an interrogation; this was just my baby sitter. I sat down across from her and attempted to smile slightly. Damien was babbling at her and she was smiling at him but her eyes kept flicking to me.
"Enjoying your breakfast Damien?"
"Yeah."
She smiled and then turned to face me fully. Nanette did appear to be completely human and nothing more. I wasn't sure though whether or not she was baffled. I took a deep breath. She wasn't unpleasant to look at.
She had a heart shaped face and long wavy dirty blond hair. Her figure was bordering on average and her eyes were a striking blue. She smiled widely at me and I saw that she had a set of perfectly white and straight teeth.
"Nanette my son seems to enjoy your company. I have to inquire though what is it that you spend your days doing?"
She winked at me and leaned in a little further. Despite my self I leaned in as well, not sure why I was even doing anything at all.
"We play and learn, Damien is a very bright child with a lot of imagination and a lot of magic he can make things happen I tell you."
I nodded I was aware of that. On more occasions then I would like to admit me and Tom had awoken to find a Giraffe in the room or our hair died pink, one time Tom's skin had been changed to purple with yellow polka dots.
Instead of the rage I was expecting he had laughed and congratulated Damien on his excellent spell work.
"He is in excellent care Mr. Potter."
I held up my hand and Nanette paused in what she had been about to say.
"Call me Harry please, if your going to be watching my son than we can at least call each other by our first names."
She smiled and then went on.
"Harry then, Damien is in excellent care next year we will be able to enroll him in pre- school."
Next year. My mind came to a stand still. It was not possible that I would be here until next year. I blinked and Nanette smiled at me in a manner that made me feel like she was privy to my thoughts. I kept my mouth shut there was no point to protesting anything to Nanette.
She was most likely just one of the mortals that Valeel had 'saved' from the tyranny of peace and order. She cleaned up Damien and picked him up. He reached for me.
"Papa."
I took him and gave him a hug and a kiss. He hugged me putting his little arms around my neck.
I kissed him again and handed him to Nanette he smiled and waved and she walked out the door, closing it behind her. I watched the closed door for a moment.
"A year."
I listened to the sound of my own voice and made my way up the stairs and into the shower. I dressed in black once again, I didn't feel so bad dressed in black it was more like robes. Although I had an entire room probably bigger than this house filled with different colored robes I still preferred black. I ran a brush through my hair which didn't help in the least and then went to my car to find that it wouldn't start.
It just kept spluttering and dying and then it didn't even do that. The car seemed fairly new it wasn't rusty and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I certainly wasn't going to walk to school and I didn't know the area well enough to apparate. I normally did not care about muggles sensitive sensibilities. In my time they were well aware of us and completely controlled by us. We were no longer restricted in our magic or where we could and couldn't use it.
My time was ideal, if muggles co-operated they could lead there mundane and stupid lives if they tried to fight back they were destroyed. At present or more accurately in the future we were running out of the latter, the muggles were starting to fall in line more content to lead there peaceful lives then to be killed. At present though I couldn't figure out what was wrong with this damn muggle contraption.
Tom had a penchant for cars and if he had been here I would have asked him about it. As it was I was stuck looking like a fool to anyone who walked by. A overly helpful neighbor was walking toward my car. I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to listen to what he was shouting. I was sure it was something along the lines of; need some help, or having a problem there. At any rate he was surely stating the obvious. He tapped my window and I resisted rolling my eyes, barely.
I rolled down the window to be met with a middle aged police officer. He had brown eyes and crows feet. He didn't seem like a bad tempered sort of guy, not even the type that enjoyed a bit of power. If he was in Hogwarts he would be a Gryffindor for sure all self- sacrificing and all that rot, like I had been, good and noble and protective and ultimately naïve.
"Need some help there?"
This time I did roll my eyes but managed to chuckle a bit at the end of it like I wasn't annoyed with him but with my car.
"Damn thing won't start."
He nodded and pointed at my steering wheel. I looked at it not seeing the problem.
"You're out of gas son."
I barely prevented myself from flushing red. How had I forgotten that cars needed gas? I nodded and made some sound that I hoped came across as thanks. He laughed and held his hand out for me I shook it.
"I'm Charlie Sawn."
I smiled and let go of his hand not wanting to wipe it off on my pants in front of him. His hands were sweaty.
"Harry Potter."
He nodded and smiled and walked off. I assumed that he was coming back. I was right he came back again this time with a little red bucket. He went around to the back of the car, and I heard some clicking noises. He was back at the window a second later smiling brightly. I smiled back attempting not to look confused, I was sure that he had put gas into the car somehow.
"That'll be enough gas to get you over to the station. It's just up the street you shouldn't cut it so close though be sure to fill up."
I nodded and thanked him and he smiled again and then went on his way. I tried again to turn on the car and it finally worked. It wasn't very hard to find the gas station there was only one. I figured out finally how to actually get the gas into the car after another ten minutes. I was late for school, I wasn't very alarmed. I didn't really care and I didn't bother to drive any faster. I pulled in to the drive parked and walked at a sedate pace up to brick building.
I froze completely. In the door way was Tom as he was now. He was handsome like some god from another world. He smiled at me charmingly and then began to fade from view. I shook myself and walked on into the school. I walked in to class at least half an hour late. The teacher whose name I could not remember cleared his throat. I rolled my eyes and kept walking to my desk. I was not an animal and I did not respond to bodily noises.
"Mr. Potter?"
I whirled around in alarm the class room had changed and sitting at the desk was professor Snape. I stared at him for a moment; he was giving me his very best glare.
"Professor?"
I blinked and was brought back to the class room which was not lined with stone walls or cold and chilly. There were windows which may have been letting in the sunlight if not for the perpetual rain. The middle aged man at the desk seemed taken aback. It wasn't an unusual term for teacher's in England and I knew that I could explain that away. I couldn't stop my heart from racing though.
These images had to stop. The teacher raised an eyebrow at me clearly waiting for a response. I didn't want to talk I answered to no one. Even if I had been willing to answer my throat wasn't working at the moment. Someone had designed this whole thing to make me insane. I would string Valeel up when I got my hands on him. I was not to be toyed with!
"You are late for class Mr. Potter do you have an explanation?"
I took a deep breath and counted to ten praying for patience, I was trying to be Mr. nice guy after all.
"I didn't realize I was out of gas and my car wouldn't start this morning. Officer Swan helped me out but I was delayed, my apologies."
The teacher smiled coldly and gestured for me to take a seat.
"Very well Mr. Potter if you will take your seat."
I did so plastering a good natured expression on my face. I hated people like this fellow. They had one little bit of authority and always went too far with it. People like this were often bullied as children or had lenient or overbearing parents. I ignored the class and studied the vampire at my side once again. Jasper was busy staring at a girl directly in front of him. She was pretty enough. The average bouncy blond.
"Do you want her Jasper?"
My voice was barely above a whisper but I knew that he could hear me. He turned to face me at once with narrowed eyes. He looked at me and then a smile slowly spread across his face. He leaned close and whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
"Of course I do. What I really want though is to know why you are here?"
I felt my temper spike dramatically. I still wasn't buying it these demons had to be working with Valeel. Luckily I was able to keep my smile plastered to my face.
"You know damn well why I'm here."
Jasper looked politely confused once more and my good natured expression slipped just a tiny bit. There had to be a reason why Valeel would have sent me to a town full of vampires he was a vampire. The connection would've been obvious to a brain dead person.
"Why do you five insist on playing games with me?"
Jasper shook his head and leaned back in to his seat with one last cryptic remark.
"We are wondering the very same thing about you."
I blinked and looked forward with a blank mind. Having no distractions I was forced to realize that I was in a history class. Some king named Louis had just been beheaded his wife and children suffering the same fate. I shook my head it was absolutely ridiculous. Who would behead a king?
It was probably a lie and there was nothing wrong with cake. I would chose cake over bread any day. I spent the rest of the class envisioning Versailles, it sounded splendid and grand. Very intricate and grandiose in its design, I felt a pang of sadness that it had all been taken away. That the beautiful queen had fallen and that the king had so ironically died.
The bell rang and I stood up and made my way to my next class. I wasn't surprised that the giant one, Emmett was there to greet me. Was it their plan to track me all day long. I was certain that muggle repelling charms wouldn't work on them, but I wasn't a two trick pony. I weaved another spell and laughed at the stunned expression on the oafs face when I faded right from view.
It was elementary but coupled with my scent and sound blocking spells the disillusionment charm worked quite well. I made my way to class free of my giant escort. I took my seat and cancelled all the spells. The buffoon glared at me not noticing that he was frightening all the little children who were now taking wide paths around him.
I smirked my very best and most aggravating smirk and winked. I was near positive that I heard a low growl. I was able to ignore this class but not for any of the reasons I would have liked. As I was sitting there the classroom quite abruptly changed. It became more circular and the windows became high. The room began to stink of perfume. There were low chairs and squashy stools and each lamp was draped with a colorful shawl, causing the room to be cast in a low light.
"What you got there mate?"
It was Ron again. I wanted to tell him once more to sod off but I knew this wouldn't happen. I listened to myself telling Ron that I had drowned and he told me that he was eaten by a giant marshmallow. Professor Trelawney swooped down on us like the overgrown insect she was and held out her hands for our dream diaries.
"What do you reckon she'll grade us mate?"
Ron was whispering low, I looked around the classroom the Patel twins were whispering to each other always excited to be in this class. I had killed most of these people only a few of these students had been granted death by old age. I had once vowed to protect them all. I knew I had written a load of crap of me dying in a hundred gruesome ways.
"As long as I'm dying somehow I'm sure that we'll pass."
Ron chuckled and leaned back. It looked like he was preparing to nod off and right now that didn't seem like such a bad idea. I leaned back and closed my eyes to. I was met with blessed darkness and silence. The stupid feelings for Ron had increased, I felt like he was my brother. I opened my eyes to find myself back in the present. The whole of the class room was looking at me. It seemed that I had actually fallen asleep.
"Mr. Potter so glad you've joined us the bell rang class is over."
I was sneered at. I sighed and picked up my bag and made my way out of the class room stretching as I did so which caused the teacher to huff. I wasn't going to have a good reputation at this school. It seemed like Valeel was done forcing things on me. So if that was the case I was dropping out. I walked in the opposite direction to the office only to have the entire school flip around so I was once again walking in the direction of my next class.
"Harry I heard you had a bit of car trouble this morning."
I smirked. He was staring at me like he wanted to eat me. Not if I eat you first Edward.
"Edward."
I walked on knowing that the stupid vampire would soon be matching my steps. I turned around and was jarred to see that his eyes were a burning gold.
"Did someone have a steak last night?"
He narrowed his eyes at me and I noted that the students had stopped in the hall clearly expecting a fight. Neither of us was in the position to fight though.
"Yes it was quite good."
He was getting better at controlling himself. He had at least stopped himself from lunging at me.
"Wouldn't you have preferred a proper meal?"
He seemed to take a rather involuntary step forward. His mind screamed yes and I gave him a little jolt by pushing further into his mind. He stepped back.
You would love to feast on Bella isn't that right? Why don't you just get it over with and kill her? The lot of you are pathetic you know that right? You are a killer trying to pretend to be a human. Get over yourself and enjoy your life God knows it isn't going to end anytime soon.
He went stalk still and I turned around leaving him in the hall, now looking every bit like a statue. If I was stuck in a town full of vampires than I was going to have some fun, Edward would do the proper thing and I would teach him not to play with his food.
A/N: howdy to all hope you guys are enjoying this new tale!
Next Chapter: Edward goes to the wrong place to get some answers.