Chapter 8: The Echo of Romeo

AN: This chapter is from Lance Lionhart's perspective.

There she goes again. Misty Echo. Even in the worst of times she is always ready with a smile like a large cup of tea.

"That date was nice, honey," Misty said with a large smile. Her silver hair reflected in the sunlight. I saw in her violet eyes a reflection of my soul, staring right back at me.

"I-I'm sorry. I have to go. I'll see you soon honey," I said as I backed away. I soon broke into a strong trot to the Slytherin common room. I quickly got there, and ran to the bathroom.

I thought about my life. My father was a vampire, always out hunting, using his vampyric skills to bring home dinner for my mother and himself. I was always disturbed, but I never went to the authorities. Of course…then was the day that Mr. Echo showed up. In a matter of seconds, ten gallons of holy water were poured into my father's mouth and a clove of garlic hit my mother's face when she was thrown outside into the sunlight. The man looked at me for a few seconds as my parents writhed in agony, and then walked out. I tried to save them, despite the thousands of people they must have killed in their lifetimes.

But how was Zanamine brought back to life? The man could not have been more dead…but why worry? He's dead again. And I shouldn't miss him. All those times he'd beat me until I bled so that he could have a quick drink…

I looked in my mirror. In my reflection I saw my ethereal cyan eyes looking right back at me, staring into who I am. I transformed into my wolf form. Once again, I saw my otherworldly eyes looking back at a canine version of me, with its black fur shining in the reflection.

When I transformed back into human form, instead of my pale complexion, I saw my pale mother staring back at me. She had her light blonde hair looking down at me, as she was always taller than me. Her glittering ruby orbs for eyes stared at me, looking slightly disappointed.

"Why aren't you a vampire?" my mother asked.

"I-I don't know…" I said, staring at my feet.

"No matter how many times we tried, you'd never be able to accept the venom. We could drink your blood, but the venom would dissolve the moment it touched your skin. We always wanted an immortal family, but your father and I watched as you aged, knowing full well that we'd be the people to bury you."

I started to gain courage. Staring into my mother's eyes, I said "Well, that's ironic. Especially considering I was the one to bury you and Dad without the help from others."

"Oh, yeah," my mother said, "Nice job on that, by the way. Took us only a few seconds to dig out." She smirked.

I stared into her eyes. "Reducto!" I screamed as I pointed my wand at the mirror.

Crash

It and the wall behind it shattered, sending a piece of glass flying into my arm. I didn't care though. Though, it was a stupid idea. The wall was right next to the lake, so water began to fly in. I quickly put a bubble head charm on, and started to swim to the surface of the lake. I didn't care about Hogwarts anymore. Now was the time for freedom.

Now to my quest. I remembered my new goal as I arrived on the surface of the lake.