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Blood Curse Trilogy Part 1
There are some things that happen in this world without explanation; or so most believe. That isn't necessarily true everything can be explained, everything has a purpose. The most loathsome insect has a purpose, it was designed for something. That small insect affected something that affected something else and so on and so forth until its ultimate purpose was fulfilled.
A vampire. I couldn't think of a purpose for one. I could only conclude that we were not meant to be part of this world. We were lost to it and whoever we had been before would never be found again. By our very nature we took and gave nothing back. It seemed to be our singular function to kill and to destroy. I gave back where I could and in return or by design I took whatever I wanted. The humans the beautiful little soft delicate creatures who I both loved and loathed came to us for safety.
The world was changing around them and they were confused. They were confused enough to put their trust in something they did not understand. It went against all human patterns, for them what was inexplicable was destroyed. The world had changed though very drastically and they were safe here. They were as safe here as they would be anywhere else in the world and in some cases far safer than they would be anywhere else.
I sighed looking up at the night sky. It was bright tonight; cloudless the moon was high and full. How many nights had I seen like this one? How many more nights would I see like it? Nights like this when the air was warm and the stars appeared close and bright like diamonds in the sky. The moon appeared bright and full. These types of nights that didn't seem like nights at all. The type of night that induced feelings of safety in humans. The type of night that made you want to stay out instead of run home; Twilight.
I had seen many of these nights, I knew them well. I knew them well enough to loathe them. It had been a night like this a bright and shining night. The beauty of it had lured me outside. The world had been grass then, roads did not exist. On that night the moon had been bright enough that I could still make out that the grass was green.
I would speak to the grass and the grass would speak to me in whispers. I could spend hours in the fields listening to the soft songs the grass would sing to me. I was strange for my people. I was a source of shame for my father, he never told me in so many words but it was evident in his actions. He blamed me for many things.
Our people kept to themselves, we could do strange things, or so we were told by those that happened upon our small settlements. We moved with the land, with the water and with the heat of the sun. Speaking to the grass, finding small glowing beings and speaking to them, conversing with snakes, the creation of rain and wind, the sparking of fire from air, my father was not ashamed that I did these things. He could do them as well. When I was living we did not have a name for what we could do.
My father was the chief of our people, although we didn't have such names for it at the time. He was not proud of me even though I displayed the most power when it came to the strange things that we could do. He kept me hidden and I suspected he would have drowned me as an infant if he had any other children. There were no other children though. I had been the first to be born and my mother had died giving birth to the second.
The next morning the child was dead as well. I remembered its small pink body. I remembered that in the morning it had been blue. It was a boy a strong looking one and I had stared at it all night focusing on the sound of its little heart and slowly bringing it to a stop. My father brought home other women after that, but they would die if they became pregnant. I would stare at them and focus until there heart stopped. I could have been wrong but I remembered being very sure that if any other child was born I would die.
I was more powerful than my father. The problem was that I was made strangely. Our people including the women were large and powerfully built. I was frail and thin, appearing prettier than the women. Most of our people believed that I was born sick and would not survive for long. I was not physically strong and spent most of my time in the fields speaking to the earth. The earth was my mother, her songs would lull me to sleep and her pain would wake me in the morning.
It was not our custom to leave our huts at night. That night though I left the hut. The night had been one of those beautiful nights, a bright night with the shining stars and the bright moon. I wandered away from out encampment speaking to the deadly snakes that ghosted over my bare feet. The night was fascinating to me and it was just as well that I found night fascinating.
The last fairy I was ever to see came fluttering wildly. It's tiny voice was shrill and fast but I could never understand what the tiny creatures said I only enjoyed listening to their voices. It fluttered around my head appearing frenzied and then it turned its tiny head away from me. It looked through the empty endless field and then flew away. I watched it go wondering what had panicked it. In any language panic sounded the same.
He came swiftly and silently. I was stunned to see him, because he seemed so like me but at the same time he was distinctly different. He was built like me frail and long with hair that went to his waist. His hair caught my attention at once. It was a shocking electric blonde, it was nearly white. None of my people had hair like that, all of my people had black hair. I regarded him in awe and he seemed to be regarding me in the same manner.
The night was full of music and the air was warm and fragrant and sweet. I drank him in fascinated with his slim limbs and his long fingers, so much like my own. I was so fascinated by his long limbs that I had yet to notice his face. He was so perfectly still and I read from his heart that he immensely enjoyed the way I was watching him. When I did look up and examine his face I was taken with the simple beauty of it.
The nose was proportioned perfectly; the mouth was full and utterly soft looking. When I looked up and saw the red eyes my breath caught in my throat. In that second he came at me. I felt his teeth sink into my flesh. My heart beat faster and faster and when I was sure that it would burst or stop he let go.
He gripped my body loosely and kept me from falling. My head was thrown back and the moon was all I could see. He breathed deeply and stumbled backwards. He let me go and I staggered on my feet. He stumbled backwards as well. I watched him with my vision quickly blurring. He seemed unsteady on his feet my vision swam and before I blacked out completely I heard him scream. I awoke an undetermined amount of time later.
When I opened my eyes I was shocked by the world around me. Everything absolutely everything was alive. My hands were stuck to the bed. I looked to the left at the sound of shuffling cloth. The man with the electric hair came close to me. He touched my face, with a trembling hand. I realized that he was terrified of me.
I regarded him in wonder. He was much more interesting to look at now. I smiled and he jumped back from me clashing loudly with the stone behind him. I ripped my hands free of the cloth binding them and stood up. My body felt strange. It seemed no effort was needed for the simple action of standing up. The man ran towards me and I was stunned once more to see the speed of his movements.
I stepped to the side and he skidded to a stop snarling like an animal. He came at me again, I stepped to the side again, and when it became clear that he meant to destroy me, I disappeared. I never saw my maker again though others like him found me from time to time. I travelled for days. The sun burned my flesh away.
I learned quickly to hide during the day. I would bury myself realizing that while unpleasant breathing was not necessary. In the first week, I tried to eat fruit. My body would reject it. It took me a long while to figure out what type of nourishment my body required. My first victim was a young boy. He was like me small and frail. I followed him and the sound of his heart became deafening. His scent became intoxicating and then before I had fully thought it out he was in my arms. The two sharp teeth descended further and I bit into his flesh to find ecstasy there. I never saw my village again or my people.
I had no name for myself. I had no clue what I was. After a few years I realized that my body was not changing. The knowledge of what I was came to me slowly, through trial and error. I tried unsuccessfully to create another being like myself. I tried to do what was done to me, and drain the victim close to death and leave them, but each one would die.
The world began to change slowly around me. I knew no name for the country I was born in. I knew I was far from it now. People had begun to build their houses out of mud brick. The style of dress was changing. All of humanity was moving forwards becoming tamer though the process was slow. I learned eventually that if I called my magic forth the sun would not burn me. It was much easier to travel in the day. Even though in the sun I never found any of my little fairies.
After a long length of time perhaps a few decades or even a century I was not sure how long it had been anymore since I had been made. The notion to make another had come and gone and I had all but given up on it. On one day as I was wandering as I was prone to do I came across a young boy who inspired me to try again.
He was a man really but I had come to regard all humans as children. My children to reward and to punish and to observe, I was a great observer. Watching was my pass time of choice. I watched him and I marveled at his beauty and when I had rid myself of all love for him I took him. He struggled and struggled more than any human I had encountered. I was surprised to find that he had my power. I had not seen this yet.
He used his power throwing it at me in fury and fear but he did not have enough of it to really fight me. I kept him alive for seven days watching him and taunting him. Each time he threw that strange power at me but it was never enough. On the seventh day I ventured to do the thing that I routinely failed at, to give life instead of take it.
I drained him the way I had been drained. I monitored him and in the night his heart began to beat very slowly. He opened his eyes and I looked at him on the brink of death. He had none of the strange power left to him now. He looked at me and I looked at him not knowing what to do and feeling sorrow. I wanted him with me forever, I wanted to bring him to me and I didn't know how.
I had come to regard the part of myself that craved blood as a beast. A beast had natural instincts, and I needed for the beast to guide me. I stared into his eyes willing the monster to take free rein of my mind. The boy coughed and his heart faltered once stopping for a few long seconds before beating feebly once more.
I put my wrist to my mouth and used my fang teeth to tear the flesh. I was surprised at the sight of the blood, whose was it? It surely couldn't be my blood. I wasn't sure what the purpose of me having blood was. I put my wrist to his mouth and he shuddered he turned his head away but the blood trickled into his mouth and then with sudden strength he latched on.
I gasped my heart began to race. He moaned desirously and I ripped my arm away when I felt a sharp pain pulse through my entire body. The boy began to convulse and breathe heavily. He stopped after a few moments. He sat up and I knew in that moment that I had done it. I had given life.
"Valeel, is this the one you wanted?"
I turned to face Nathaniel, he hadn't changed at all. He was my very first child. He was holding a young girl one of the humans. They came here seeking sanctuary but like everything in this world it came with a price. There were some that were too alluring for a vampire to resist. This pretty little mortal was one of those unfortunates.
I took the young girl. She was trembling. I induced serenity in her and then bit into her vital vein. I drained her and laid her out to be taken away. Nathaniel stared at me fiercely. I smiled welcoming his anger it was the only emotion I received from him anymore. The only emotion he had left for me since Max. I hated that muggle like I hated no other. He smiled back at me coldly cutting my heart. I looked up at the sky once more and left the balcony closing the door behind me leaving the body and its scents behind.
"You are always angry with me Nathaniel."
The room was opulent as was everything around me. It was expected I was high ruler. I didn't care for any of it though I preferred the woods, I preferred nature. It was my tragic fate that nature no longer preferred me.
"You interfere too much Valeel."
I nodded, it was understandable for Nathaniel to feel this way. Even if it was far from the truth. I interfered with nothing. I didn't care enough to give a damn. It was Max the incident with Max. Nathaniel was convinced that I tried to drive Max out of his mind. I had done no such thing. I put it out of my mind for now. Max and I were similar and it hurt to see that Nathaniel could fall for someone so like me but not want me.
"We are at a turning point Nathaniel. I have never come across something like Tom Riddle. He needs to be dealt with."
Nathaniel looked a bit defiant but I knew he agreed with me. Tom Riddle or Lord Voldermort as he liked to be called was one of the darkest beings I had ever come across.
"I am going to get Harry. I will be back in a few years."
Nathaniel nodded smirking at me. He was nearly as old as I was. To him time no longer held any value. Why take the time to measure something that was endless. I bowed to Nathaniel something that I could only do in private. I left my chambers and went to my private hall. I was greeted by my most loyal. They bowed deeply as soon as they caught sight of me. I nodded smiling briefly for their pleasure.
I turned swiftly to the right and began walking quickly. I entered the aetasdefluo room familiar with its forgettable nature. It wouldn't be much longer now. I had waited for Harry Potter's birth for many years. At long last I would be meeting the boy. He was out of Dumbledore's hands but not in the way I had wanted. Lord Voldermort had intervened and as seemed to be his main purpose he had quickly fucked everything up.
Tom Riddle was a combination of many mistakes, he should have never even been born. As much as I hated Riddle I could not help the begrudging respect I felt for him. He was intelligent in the extreme and very persuasive. The problem was he was mainly an obstacle, an obstacle between me and my goals. He had given Harry a child a sure distraction. Harry the prophesied child, I loathed him as well. He was stubborn and now thanks to Riddle he was intelligent and confident.
I would have to work with what I was given. I needed Harry and he didn't need me so I was left to scheme instead. I had consulted the goddess of time to formulate my plan. These types of spirits didn't often help demons but she had an endless craving for vampire blood, and low and behold I was full of it. The only path to lead Harry to me was the path he wasn't on. So I would have to place him there.
The goddess had warned me not be so directly meddlesome but I was stubborn as well. The goddess could not understand that I feared the loss of nothing.
I had been alive too long to have any fear left. These children I intended to play with had barely survived a century each. I was a watcher, I watched all things, I gathered information. I loved information knowledge was seldom useless and I knew that. Edward Cullen was an anomaly in his own right. He was brooding and dark, not at all deep. I had heard thoughts like his too often to consider them ground breaking. He was dark though and it was surprising considering who his sire was.
Carlisle the vampire saint who would not take life, he was well known. He was the only vampire I had come across to survive on animal blood for so long. His mind was sickening; it was full of light and hope. He did not have the mind of a vampire but the mind of a human. A creature who knew the meaning of life and of death so intimately should not have such feelings as hope. He was not important though, his child was. Edward was also on the wrong path.
Edward needed to meet Harry. They needed to meet and fall in love and fulfill the particular fate that I wanted for them. The only problem was that each life had endless possibilities, there were so many paths. The path your life took was based on choices. Each of their choices had led them on separate paths that never crossed, even though the potential was there with each choice they made the chances of their paths crossing became less and less until the possibility was gone altogether.
I could have begun earlier than this. I should have but for some reason I had actually cared for Lily and could not bring myself to steal her child. Lily had been so trusting of me. She had loved me so completely and with such faith that I could not help but love her in return. I mourned her passing as I had never mourned another's mortal's passing before. She was enraptured by Dumbledore another obstacle in the way of my ultimate goal. He was the reason Harry turned out the way he had.
I had contemplated removing Dumbledore from the picture, but the consequences had been too great. Dumbledore would die as did every mortal, but for some reason my interference with that inevitability had meant my own death. Dumbledore had to live until his own choices destroyed him. I was forced to wait once more, and I had been waiting very patiently. It would only be a few more years now. This room with its forgettable walls and furnishings would allow me to pass through the remaining ten years in a few hours.
I had foreseen this moment, and it was the moment I would strike. Harry would fulfill the prophecy too late. In reality nothing was meant to happen when he attempted to kill Riddle. Neither would die because neither had lived, and neither could live while the other survived. I would take this moment to play a little trick on Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, and in so doing my vision would be realized.
I knew the precise moment when they struck each other with the killing curse. I struck as well with a spell of my own. I waited and when I could not find Harry I began to panic. It was worse actually than just not being able to locate Harry. The spell I used was designed to bring Harry to me into this room that was not part of time. Instead Harry was somewhere else in time and I did not know where. I looked around the room once more accepting that it was empty.
I had planned on spinning a tale for Harry. I was ready to throw a grand fit but I hadn't failed yet. Centuries of planning were close to being ruined and I couldn't figure out what had gone wrong. Harry was supposed to be brought to me, I would pretend to be the spirit of time and tell him some sappy tale of second chances.
Harry knew of vampires but if I could confuse him thoroughly enough, I could pass as some other creature. I was going to pass as some entity and tell him he had a chance to undo what he had done. Then send him back in time to Forks where I needed him to be. It had all gone wrong somehow. Now I had no clue where my spell had sent Harry.
I emerged from the room angrily and went to my chambers storming angrily past my worshippers who drew back from me in fear. I closed the door quickly and motioned for Nathaniel to stay quiet not quite understanding what he was doing in my chambers uninvited. I had left ten years ago and was expecting to come back to an empty room. I stared at a spot on the wall for a moment not needing to look at Nathaniel to know that he was smiling at me.
"Silence!"
He closed his mouth again but began to laugh quietly. I growled lowly but he paid no attention. Things had quickly become very complicated. Now I would need to locate Harry quickly and the means by which to do so were very unpleasant. I cut open my wrist and then cut it open again repeating the process several times until the large silver chalice was full to the brim.
I took up the chalice and threw the contents out canting a spell at the same moment. Instead of the blood hitting the floor in a large puddle it spread out into an intricate circular design. Nathaniel quirked and eyebrow at me and I sneered stepping into the centre of the design. I raised my arms calling to the goddess of time and offering her my blood.
"Bring me to Harry Riddle."
There were several points on my body where I felt searing pain, the goddess took my sacrifice of blood and then with her soft laughter ringing in my ears I was sent to where Harry Riddle was or so I hoped. I blinked quickly wondering where I was. There was no one about. I breathed in deeply smelling magic and humans far above. I looked up at a wet stone ceiling. Then around at the large snake carvings, the chamber of secrets I only knew of one building that had such a chamber, Hogwarts.
I couldn't understand why Harry would be here. I was in the bowls of the school, I searched for Harry's magical signature and located it far above. When I attempted to lock on to it felt as if my head had split down the middle. I was in a terrible pain for a moment. Nothing vexed me as much as experiencing physical pain and Harry had forced me to endure a great deal of it tonight.
I held in a growl that had the potential of becoming a scream of rage. Harry was in two places in the school. I would need to find the weaker one first and subdue him. I focused searching out the magical signature that was weaker and less dark first. I found the boy outside ready to walk into the forbidden forest again. I seized him and put him under quickly.
I made his body invisible as well as my own and brought him back to the school. I sealed him in a broom closet. I huffed a bit, after all of my work this boy had nearly done the exact same thing again. If I could just kill him I would. I took another calming breath and focused on the second Harry's aura it was much stronger and darker. It was beginning to fill the school no doubt it would attract Dumbledore's attention soon.
I followed it upwards to a tower. There was a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress. I studied her for a moment waiting. I knew he would be along any minute. Now that I was outside this portrait I could feel a very strong dark aura coming from behind it. The aura was too strong to only belong to Harry and it felt familiar though I could not understand why he would be here as well.
A magical aura as strong as Harry's would not go unnoticed but coupled with his… I turned around in time to see Dumbledore turn the corner. He was in his usual garish robes this time a deep purple with silver stars abundant in the design, it almost seemed as if someone had just thrown the stars at the fabric. He stopped taking me in and his heart rate increased. It was a millisecond of a pause but a pause it was and it gave me pleasure to get a reaction out of him. He walked towards me without a hitch in his steady gait. There was a certain air around Dumbledore he was commanding, something about him was different, I hated him all the more for it.
"Dumbledore."
He smiled regarding me calmly over his glasses, which were half way down his crooked nose. He summed me up quickly not taking me for what I was but assuming that I was a demon. I would not think less of him for this little mistake, vampires were unknown to wizards. They knew of the other ones the weak ones who craved nothing but blood and had no magical aura to speak of. I had a magical aura and so his mistake could be forgiven it only meant that our secretes were being well kept even from someone as knowledge hungry as Dumbledore.
"What is young Tom up to now? You seem like quite a powerful demon. Why have you allowed yourself to be summoned and controlled by Voldermort?"
I laughed quietly and walked up close to Dumbledore. He was a prideful man, he didn't back down even though he was terrified, I could hear his old heart falter and speed up. I caressed his cheek unmasking my aura for a second so he could feel the immensity of it. I reined it in quickly but he had felt it. Young Tom was not a match for me and despite Dumbledore's ignorance I was insulted that he would imply that I was summoned by him. Riddle was a pesky little fly and I would swat him when the time was right.
"Dumbledore…"
His eyes widened and I took hold of his arms quickly to keep him from moving backwards and away from me. He began to shake slightly and I smiled marginally, carefully.
"What are you?"
I smiled widely revealing my teeth. Dumbledore allowed a strangled sigh to escape his throat then he clamped his lips shut. He had felt my aura neither living nor dead but something else. His mind was slowly pulling all the information together.
I waited wanting to see this moment. I wanted to see real fear on his face. It clicked as I knew it would. I expected nothing less from the mind of Dumbledore.
"Vampire!"
He shook once violently and attempted to take a step back from me but I wouldn't allow it. He tried to call his magic forth to defend him but I forced it back down. He stopped and went still preparing himself to die and trying to build a final defense within himself to protect the school.
"Your heart is racing. You must calm yourself down Dumbledore. You are not long for this world and I would hate for you to die of a heart attack."
His heart went faster but it was of no consequence to me. Dumbledore would forget all about magical vampires, and then he would be dead again the way I liked him most. I sighed if Nathaniel found out about this he would laugh at me for being petty and scaring an old man.
"Enough of this Dumbledore, open up and let me in."
He clamped everything shut at once, his eyes and his mouth. I didn't need eye contact though. I was magic, I did not hold myself to their rules. I possessed him and in the guise of Dumbledore I went into Gryffindor tower to find Harry. The children looked at me and away, many of them were itching their skin. Harry's and Riddle's magic had saturated the room and was starting to overwhelm their underdeveloped magical cores.
I went up the stairs and opened the door. I felt Dumbledore's eyes widen not liking all the extra skin around his eyes. I had felt it but I really could not fathom why Tom Riddle was here. Harry took a hold of Tom and apparated away quickly. It made no difference I had found him now. I smiled at Ron weaving a small spell for him to only remember what was needed.
I transported the unconscious body of Harry to his bed and then focused on the second Harry again and followed him into the Forbidden Forest. The boy was well determined to retrace his steps why was he once again in the Forest only the mother would know. I stared at Tom Riddle baffled, he looked completely human again. The spell was not meant for him, it had been meant for Harry he was to remain in the future alone.
Something deep inside my mind froze at the sight of Riddle's blue eyes. I froze him in place for a moment and stunned Harry making his body invisible. I watched Tom for a moment he was unfroze and his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area becoming frantic. That's it Riddle, burn I live to see it.
I bit into my wrist and asked the goddess to take me home, she still made punctures in several more places before relenting and releasing me into my time. I rendered Harry's body visible once more and deposited it onto the large bed. Nathaniel clapped once and I sat down on the edge of the bed dropping my head into my hands and gripping my hair tightly for a moment. I focused on Harry and blanked his mind putting him under.
"What happened Valeel? If I remember correctly, the last time I saw you, you were quite smug."
I looked outside, it was night again but it wasn't bright it was dark and cloudy. A real night, a dark and dreary night.
"What are you here for Nathaniel? Don't tell me you've been standing in my room for ten years waiting for my return."
He laughed his sweet melodic laugh and came closer to me, he stopped when he reached the large fireplace. He stared at it for a moment the logs ignited and a fire began at once. I stared into the flames watching them dance for a moment. Fire was something a vampire was fascinated with. We loved it possibly because it was warm or maybe because we were sinister. Whichever reason fire was one of the only sure ways to kill us and I had yet to find a vampire that didn't love fire. How strange.
Nathaniel moved away from the fire place and came closer to the bed. He walked around me and came closer to Harry and then sat down beside him. He moved him carefully until his head was in his lap. He began to run his fingers through his hair and a small spark of jealously shot through me.
"I had a feeling you would be back today. It's been just a bit longer than you suspect. Do you want to know what you've done Valeel?"
I stood up and turned to face Nathaniel who had placed himself behind something he knew I hated. He was watching Harry carefully and running his hands through his hair. He seemed to be looking at him with very concentrated pity.
"He has suffered so much already Valeel. Two possible lives have been stolen from him already and now you want to steal a third from him?"
I hissed and looked away from the pair. People like Nathaniel were the bane of my existence. I hated his type yet I was in love with him. I allowed him to do whatever he pleased. He knew how I felt and it didn't phase him. He still taunted me he still wounded me with his words and with easy feelings towards everyone around him.
Everyone but me, it was my curse for making him. It was my punishment for taking his life and brining him to me. He would never love me the way I wanted it would always be closely intertwined with hate. There was a chance though a very small one and I intended to take it.
"I've made a mistake and you know what it is, and I don't. You're clearly burning to tell me so I'll bite, what did I miscalculate?"
To my displeasure Nathaniel remained sitting gently running his hands through Harry's hair. He liked to walk about when he was gloating and I liked to watch him. He moved about like he was made of liquid incased in something solid. He was a creature of grace and beauty he was a bit too dazzling for me at times. It was like he was light and dark and interesting mix. His thoughts sometimes reminded me of Carlisle they were light and full of hope but only on the surface. When you looked underneath the surface his thoughts were dark almost to the point of despair.
"I've been out a lot assessing the damage and waiting for signs of your meddling to appear. Before I tell you what has gone wrong here, you tell me what went wrong there."
I spared him a look but he paid me no mind. He knew I could never hurt him. Love was a useless emotion it clouded all other useful mental faculties like sanity, reason, cause and effect. It induced hope the most dangerous human emotion of all, as well as the most useless.
"There was a complication. I waited for them to strike each other with the curse as I told you. I had it down to the exact moment. I acted but the results as you can see were unexpected."
I paused and took a moment to stare into the dancing flames. It was true that vampires had a strange love for fire. One of the only possible things to kill them in this world, it wasn't that way with me. I was too old nothing could destroy me. The flames the heat of the sun, dismemberment, starvation, being indestructible was a strange thing. It could make someone fell crazy.
Despite not really needing blood to remain undead, I craved it and I did not like being without it, and I hated giving it up to some other demon or spirit. I had been in the aetasdefluo room for a long while. Since coming out I had performed two blood rituals, then possessed a powerful being which also required the transfusion of some of my blood. I did not like to thirst, not for one second.
I could last centuries without blood, I could last a eon without it, but I would not. Nathaniel got up from the bed and offered me his neck. My fang teeth descended at once but I snarled and pushed him away from me. Vampire blood was the most potent of all blood in this world. To drink from another vampire was similar to drinking from one thousand humans all at once.
"Tsk Tsk my Lord you must feed so I can hear of your failure in grand detail. Come drink."
I growled but drank, I would not need that much though I often took more anyway. To be vindictive I took enough to leave Nathaniel light headed. It took a moment to come back to my body, pleasure coursed though me like fire and I fought to not moan aloud. I watched him in satisfaction as he wobbled slightly on his way back to the bed. Once he was seated his hand immediately sought out Harry and he began to run his long fingers through his hair once more. I ignored it.
"You scoundrel Valeel. Light headed or not, I want to know what went wrong in your grand plan."
I went to stand by the fire an usual thing for me to do in Nathaniels presence because it put physical distance between us and I always wanted to be as close to him as was possible. I enjoyed the warmth of the fire immensely. It would help to tell Nathaniel, it would allow me to go over the situation once more. I still could not determine what exactly had gone wrong. By locating the error I could attempt to minimize its effects on my plan.
"I cast the spell but Harry didn't end up where I expected. He was supposed to be brought to the aetasdefluo room. I came back here and performed a blood ritual. I found him at Hogwarts one hundred years in the past nearly at the exact same moment I lost him to Riddle before. He was with Tom Riddle and that is what I cannot figure out."
Nathaniel gasped and I stopped to look up at him. He stood up leaving Harry on the bed and walking past me placing himself closer to the door.
"I told you Lord Voldermort was an unknown variable. What did you with their child?"
The child was safe and in the aetasdefluoconsisto room with Nanette. The young girl was bright and ambitious she meant to become one of us and was smart enough not to ask questions.
"The child is safe Nathaniel, you know this. Harry would not trust me if I harmed the child."
He shook his head and went closer to the door placing one hand on the gilded handle.
"I told you not to ignore Voldermort. You've been gone two years longer than you think. He knows about us, well he knows someone is hiding the humans from him. He concludes that Harry must be in the same place. He has placed a bounty on his head. His horcruxes are gone and he thinks that Harry destroyed them."
That was perplexing. My mind drifted back to Tom Riddle. The pieces slowly meshed together to form a complete picture. Tom Riddle's eyes had been blue. Tonight I had seen a nearly complete Tom Riddle somehow that boy with the blue eyes was the better part of Tom Riddle's soul, it was most likely as close to complete as his soul would ever get.
Harry was still a horcrux though that was the only way to explain why Riddle had come along when the spell had been cast on Harry. Harry had more than a fragment of Tom's Riddles soul. He had enough of it for the horcruxes to confuse him with the master soul. My main concern was the child. The child needed to be safe and unchanged he was my barging chip and if two extra years had gone by then things would become much more difficult.
"Don't worry about the child Valeel. I placed him in statist as soon as I realized you wouldn't be back on time."
I looked into the fire once more forgiving Nathaniel's trespass into my mind in light of the situation. I had to rethink, Harry had seen too much for my original plan to work and a mind like his could not be erased only put to sleep. I needed to think of a new plan and consider all angles.
"Don't run away Nathaniel, I need you to keep him under. I'll be back in a moment."
I left Nathaniel with Harry and made my way outside. I had a garden that was hidden. Not even my beloved Nathaniel knew of this place. It was my safe place. The plants here seemed larger than normal but they were not. The colors of the blossoms seemed vibrant enough to be poisonous. The blossoms themselves were much larger than any flower you could find in today's world.
The grass was a deep green and much more fragrant. The garden was not this way because I had infused it with magic. No. The garden was this way because the plants were very old. I had brought them here millions of years ago.
When I was angry as I was now angry enough to not see reason, then I would come here and I would gaze upon these plants.
I removed my shoes and my socks and dug my bare feet into the soft grass. It sang to me softly but I could not decipher what it was saying. I could no longer understand the earth. It spoke to me now in incomprehensible whispers and sighs. The little glowing beings would flee from me. I had lost some things in order to gain some things. I wasn't sure if the trade had even been fair. I needed to focus, the bright night I had left ten years ago still had me in a bad mood.
Harry Potter had traded a few things as well and there was no question that he had been cheated. The boy had given up parts of his soul. He wasn't made to be something so evil. His heart was kind and even in his darkest moments there had always been a small part of his mind that questioned his actions. I supposed it was called a conscious. A conscious was something that Riddle and I both lacked.
I was not good and I was not evil, I was just someone who only cared for what they wanted. I needed Harry to get what I wanted. He had seen too much though. Pretending to be the embodiment of fate no longer had a chance of working. I needed something else. I knew Harry, like I knew everything. I had gathered information on him, I had studied him excessively and obsessively knowing that I would need to know him inside and out.
I would need to guide him. Harry was simple, he believed what he could see and questioned what he could not. I had reached a decision. I put my socks and shoes on sorry that I could no longer feel the grass between my toes. I was going to have to be as honest with Harry as possible. Lying to him would be a bad idea.
I would tell him what he needed to know and nothing more. Harry was the type to appreciate cunning so I would show him that he had been outwitted and at least gain his respect if I could not gain his trust. Nathaniel was not where I had left him. He was on the bed with Harry once again he had placed Harry's head in his lap and was running his fingers through Harry's hair. It was angering me but I kept my face neutral.
"Why must you touch him?"
Nathaniel looked up from Harry's sleeping face and I barely stopped myself from taking a step backwards. He was angry with me, he cared for this stupid boy who always got himself trapped one way or the other! Harry Potter was a failure, he failed at everything he did. I was saving him from himself. I was saving everyone from him.
"You care for him Nathaniel?"
My voice was strained and my face was contorting out of it's neutral expression. Nathaniel smiled gently and coldly a particularly cruel expression that he reserved just for me or so I believed. Maybe I was deluding myself, he reversed nothing for me.
"We see Harry differently Valeel. We have the same information but have arrived at different conclusions. Were you see weakness I see strength were you see failure I see perseverance. Harry is adaptable; he survives in any situation against all odds even against the unsurvivable. You think too little of him Valeel."
I advanced quickly into the room and towards the bed but Nathaniel stood up and placed himself between me and the boy on the bed. He embraced me loosely and the contact nearly made me melt against him.
"Let me finish my Lord. I won't try and stop you but I have a warning for you."
He moved closer and looked into my eyes. I growled lowly hating and loving him in the same breath. He waited and when I nodded he let go and walked around me placing himself by the door once more.
"You fail to realize Valeel that against all odds Harry Potter is still living. If you mean to control him you just might fail."
He quickly exited the room and I stared at the closed door for a long moment. Nathaniel, why must you always vex me? I went to Harry and grabbed him roughly. His head fell back like a rag doll. He was completely at my mercy. This stupid little boy who would just never die! He was no great warrior he had only survived this long because those in power needed him.
I didn't want him dead though I needed him alive, I put my rage aside Harry could experience my rage another time. I took a calming breath and let his body drop back down on to the bed. He would know if I was lying so I would tell him the truth. Nathaniel was right about one thing I did think too little of the boy, he had powerful shields around his mind, more powerful than I had ever come across.
It took some time but under my influence they dissolved like vapor. I worked my way carefully into his mind. It was a tricky process I had to enliven his senses while also keeping his body completely subdued. He couldn't be aware that what he was seeing was not taking place in reality. I constructed our little world carefully and perfectly. Then when everything was complete I searched through my own mind for the memory that would be most appropriate.
I would begin first by showing him a memory of me and his mother. I watched her still stunned by her beauty. She would have made an excellent vampire but it was not meant to be. She trusted me more completely then any mortal ever had but she still would not give me her son.
Next Chapter: Part two Valeel continues his plan to ensnare Harry see how it all unfolds…right now lol