Harry sat on the windowsill, looking out at the gloomy, grey world. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart, it was because of him that the world was slowly dying. Because of him that Voldemort was strangling it, with all his strength.
"It does you no good to dwell." Bella said slipping into his room and closing the door quietly behind her.
"Perhaps." Harry muttered. Bella watched him carefully. What was he thinking about? Harry sighed. "When I was turned… I changed." He looked down at his hands. "I feel different, like I'm not part of this world anymore." Bella listened closely, it was true then, he did feel the same way she did. "I'm not part of the magical world anymore, I'm not a wizard, or a muggle. Hell I'm not even humananymore."
Bella lowered her head, he must hate her for what she'd done to him. "I'm so sorry Harry."
Harry glanced at her. "No… Don't be. I know it wasn't your choice and truth be told I am glad you did turn me."
Bella was shocked but forced herself to speak, "When I first woke up from the experiment I hated myself, I had become the one thing I hated most in this world. A half-breed.I ran away in my shame and hid myself, too embarrassed to even feed. It took me many months to come to terms with what I had become." She sighed lowering her head to her hands. It felt good to tell someone what she had gone through.
Harry slowly stood up and walked over to Bella, she was shaking slightly. Harry circled his arms around her and pulled her into an embrace. She shifted and sobbed quietly into his chest. They stayed like that for many hours just holding onto each other, only they knew what the other was feeling. There was no need for words. Carefully Bella pulled back from Harry's arms.
"You know, the wrong decision if made for the right reason can still be a wrong decision?" Bella stared intently into his metallic green eyes. How is it that after only a year she had come to feel so much for this young man? That he, the one person who could end the war was the one person who meant the most to her?
Harry sighed, his hands slid down her arms to her hips. "Meaning, that you're telling me I should get my ex-comatose arse out there and whip some Death Eater and Dark Lord butt?"
Bella smirked; "Not in those words but yes. I am."
"I hate life." Harry closed his eyes bent to lean his forehead against her shoulder.
Bella looked down, and ran her fingers through his messy hair. This was it, she couldn't deny it to herself anymore. Whether they were mates, or it was a simple case of being the only two of their species – it didn't matter. She loved him.
"Many times I have gone over my decision to revive you, and every time I have come to the same conclusion as I did. You were meantto finish this war Potter-"
"Harry." Harry said quietly, lifting his head from her shoulder. "Potter died on that night seven years ago. Now I am just Harry…" He smirked at Bella. "The Mapusnoctus."
Bella smiled, her sharp teeth glinting in the low light. "Harry; Destiny's a bitch, go bite her ass. I did."
Harry smirked; "Fate did a real number on us huh?"
Bella placed her hands on either side of his head, "You're a good kid, and who knows maybe one day we'll meet again and you'll be a man." She winked. "After all, both you and I are the only ones of our race." Harry's cheeks turned a light shade of purple. He was blushing!
"However at the present moment, we are both in no condition to be thinking about such things. Just know that I respect anything you chose to do with your extended life."
Harry looked at her with love and respect shinning in his eyes. "I look forward to meeting you again, Bella." He took her hand from his face and brought it to his lips kissing the back of it gently.
She grinned, "Naturally."
Harry watched as Bella left his room. He'd enjoyed holding her, and being held. Harry always looked forward to their talks, she was the only one who understood him. Harry sighed and returned to his seat on the windowsill, he had plans to make.
He felt torn, his emotions where all jumbled. He didn't feel like it was his duty to end the war anymore, he wasn't a part of that world. He felt distant from his friends, he had to be. Every time he was near them he could feel it. The hunger.
That maddening craving to taste their flash, their blood. To feel his teeth tear into them. It was manageable now, after a year if adjustment to the change; but he wasn't strong enough yet. The dreams are the worst part, Harry thought.
At first the dreams has been rather tame, simply killing face-less beings an abstract taste of sweetness and a light pressure on his jaws as he ripped flesh from bone. However, as time went on and Harry grew stronger and came into his Creature abilities his dreams became more and more realistic and detailed.
The face-less beings became humans, muggles, random people he'd seen during his life. He imagined chasing them, toying with them and smelling their fear. He could smell it and it filled him with such excitement that often he'd startle awake panting heavily and sporting a painful erection.
It had terrified Harry! Ron's yelling about Bella 'getting off on hurting people' rang in his ears. He had burst into tears and withdrawn further from his friends; but Bella had known. She'd experienced the same pleasure of bringing down prey, losing yourself in bloodlust and just – letting go.
The two of them had spent days just sitting together in Harry's room, talking. Harry would explain his urges, his feelings and his violent dreams and Bella would listen. Sometimes she'd share stories of prey she had chased and eaten.
"It's just the werewolf in us." Bella would say.
It was true, the mixture of Vampire and Werewolf instincts waged a kind of constant war inside Harry at first. Bella speculated that each Mapusnoctus would be a different blend of Wolf and Vampire.
At first he wished that he was never turned, but that feeling was soon replaced by a sense of pride. Pride that he was chosen as the only other Mapusnoctus in existence. He and Bella where in this together and that gave him a sense of hope.
If he was still the old Harry Potter he would be out there already trying to take down Voldemort and his armies, he'd run headstrong into battle and… Lose. Yes that was his old self, immature, impulsive and quick to anger. He wasn't that person anymore.
He had to make a plan. A plan to end Voldemort once and for all. Harry knew it wouldn't be enough to just kill Voldemort, no someone else would just take his place. Harry would have to hunt and kill every person, muggle or wizard, werewolf or vampire anyone and everyone who bared the Dark Mark. Only then would he wash his hands of this world which he no longer felt a part of.
And so Harry trained, with a single-mindedness that bordered on obsession. He needed to be stronger, fitter, faster; he needed to know how to use his claws and teeth to kill. He needed to know how to use those weapons that covered the walls of the warehouse. He needed to be prepared for anything Voldemort could throw at him.
It took more than two years before Bella had declared him ready and together they set their plan in motion. Together they would bring Voldemort's to his knees…
"Harry… What are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Something that someone should have done a long time ago." Harry said grabbing weapons and armour off the racks and shoving them haphazardly into a bag.
"Which is…?" Ron asked watching him.
"Destroy the Dark Lord and all that follow him." Harry muttered, sheathing a broad-sword at his hip.
"Wait… You said-" Ron started.
"I bloody know what I said! I've changed my mind." Harry snapped, pulling on gloves.
"Where's Bella?" Hermione asked walking into the work shop.
"She left." Harry muttered, pulling an arm guard on over the gloves.
"What? She'll run off to HIM!" Ron exclaimed. "She knows were our base is!"
"She won't." Draco added, coming to stand next to Hermione. "I know where her true loyalties lie."
"Yeah… With Him!" Ron persisted.
"No Weasley. With Harry!" Draco snapped. "Grow a brain."
Harry belted another sword around his waist and walked towards the roller door, pushing the button.
"Wait! Harry, where do you think you're going?" Hermione ran after him.
"I already told you." He growled, "I'm going to kill Voldemort. I don't have time for this."
"You really think you can defeat him… Like this!" Hermione motioned to his armour, bags and clothes.
"Indeed I do Granger, bye." And with sarcastic wave, Harry Potter disapperated.
…tbc