Harry woke, and was immediately aware of he presence beside him. He lifted his head and smiled at the other, who was looking at him. At first, he thought it was day, because everything around him was so light, but then he noticed that there was no light on in the room, and the heavy curtains were still closed. Frowning and disorientated because of it, he sat up. His vision was clearer than it had ever been, but he didn't have his glasses on. And then there was the fact of temperature. Normally, the sheets would have been warm, and the air cold, but when he moved from under them, there was no change. Voldemort regarded him with amusement, and Harry got up, looking at himself in the mirror, eyes widening when he saw his reflection, his skin as pale as the Dark Lord's, and his eyes a bright, shining emerald. It seemed his hair had grown a lot in one night, but it was still wild. Raising a hand, he watched the nails in fascination, long, white, and sharp. But the strangest thing was his state of being. He didn't even feel alive. He felt time-less, and noticed that his breathing was more out of habit than because he had a lack of oxygen.
"What do you think, Childe?"
"I...I don't know yet...it is stranger than anything that has ever happened to me. Am I dead?"
"Yes."
"And yet I walk, and speak."
"You are a mythical creature now."
"The prophecy..."
"It has been shattered. You don't need to worry about that, my angel."
"How ironic." Harry whispered to himself. "The time I can finally start living is the point of my death."
He returned to the bed, and accepted the arms that were wrapped around him. They remained as such for a long time, the Dark Lord soothing the perplexed boy, who was still having a hard time to accept what had happened.
"I know how you feel, if it helps." Voldemort told him, cracking a smile, and Harry could see the tip of a canine sticking out.
"When...when were you turned?"
"During one of my travels across the world. I am ashamed to admit that I did nothing to achieve it. It was an accident, really. The Vampire who turned me did so accidentally, and left me for dead. When I awoke and got hungry, I tracked him down and forced him to take responsibility. Of course, immortality had been something I had always strived for, but I had never thought it would be forced on me like that, conveniently as it was. It was also the reason I wasn't completely destroyed when my killing curse on you backfired. My current body was killed, but my soul could not be, and wandered until a new body was prepared for me."
"So...Vampirism modifies the soul? Not the body?" Harry said, not asking about the first part, because Voldemort didn't really look like he liked to speak about it.
"No. Though...without a soul, a body is a lifeless thing. With a human soul, it is alive. With a Vampiric soul, it is neither. It functions, but is dead in other terms."
"It's the soul that moves the body..." Harry muttered. "That does make sense. But the body itself is not immune to things like the Killing curse?"
"No, just like we aren't immune to other highly destructive curses, but we will always be able to gain a new body."
"There's no way to destroy a Vampire?" Harry asked, and looked down at his body in amazement.
"Only the venom of a Vampire of other blood, which is why the wars between Vampire clans have were so grave. It brought the population back until it was almost nihil. There are not many Vampires nowadays as there used to be. Vampire venom binds the soul to the body, so it can not escape and dies together with the mortal flesh. You, however, won't need to worry about that, Childe." he said, and let his finger trace the teen's jaw. "I won't ever let you die."
The young Vampire smiled at him and leaned back into the chest, yawning. "I'm tired again..." he said sleepily, and the Dark Lord lowered him on the bed.
"You better get used to it. Your body needs to adjust to the changes of your soul, adapting itself, and will be tired out often. Don't worry, it will get better in about two weeks, and after a couple of months, you won't need sleep ever again. Are you hungry?"
"Not so much."
"Alright. Go back to sleep, I need to go."
"Dark lord business?"
"Yes, don't break your pretty head over it." Voldemort grinned. "And don't hesitate to explore the manor when you wake. Just make sure you don't get into the sunlight. While it won't do anything with your body, your eyes will hurt because of the harsh light." he warned the boy, gently placing a kiss on his lips before getting up and walking out of the room.
Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, but not before softly prodding in his mouth, feeling small but sharp fangs pricking the skin.
Harry wandered to the library, having decided to look up information on his race, because he actually didn't really knew anything about Vampires. Everything Voldemort had told him till now had been new information. Locating the library wasn't difficult, but when he finally stood inside the giant room, with books covering tons of shelves, he was at a loss of where to search. When looking over the titles, he saw it was arranged at category, but really didn't know where the section of Dark Creatures was. He drew his wand, glad that he was finally seventeen now, and whispered a locating charm. Following the spinning tip of his wand, he finally arrived at a shelf of books that was stocked with all kind of Vampire books –and surprisingly, also with Muggle fantasy books about Vampires-. He randomly picked one that looked informative, and sat down on the floor, cracking it open somewhere in the middle.
-and the last of the Vampire clans have decided on a truce, so that something like the last Wars will never happen again. More Vampires have detached themselves from their clan, travelling on their own, now the danger has passed, but not before swearing an oath to not fail the ancient ways and rules.
Thinking this might be important, he flipped back to the index pages, and searched under the heading: Rules, what and why.
There have been several tens of rules established in Vampire society for them to live peacefully among society. Most of them only apply to some Clans, but there are also general rules.
- No Vampire can randomly decide to create another Vampire. The person concerned has to be able to justify his choice, even if only to himself and his Childe (to be)
-Once a new Vampire has been created, he is not responsible for his actions until his Lord and Maker (In case of clans, the Lord is the clan leader, in case of individual Vampires, the Lord and Maker are often the same person, unless explicitly has been stated that the Childe is under the protection of another Lord.)has deemed him independent, though the minimum of time for this is four months, and the maximum one year. –established after the 73rdGathering, concerning the enslavery of newborns-.
-Every individual Vampire has to return to his origin Clan at least once every year, with the only exception of the in-between time of searching bodies.
-Every Vampire is obligated to honour the peace-offerings and truces regarding races of their time. Breaking this will have severe consequences, often leading to imprisonment or, of things get out of hand and other Vampires are killed during a fight because of it: death.
Harry frowned at the general rules, and wondered if Voldemort had a clan. It didn't look like it, so did that make the man both his Lord and Maker? And what was the Dark Lord's 'Origin clan'? He was beginning to get hungry, and, just for safety, decided to look under the heading: food. Afterwards, he was glad he had done so.
The only food that is essential for Vampires is blood. However, age has a lot to do with ones preferences and needs. I will write down an age-line here to show what kind of blood Vampires are able to consume.
0-4 months: Primary food source: blood that has run through the system of the Maker first. Secondary food source –though only in small bits at the 4th month- blood of small animals
4-12 months: Primary food source: Small animals. Secondary food source:Blood of the Maker.
1-8 years: Primary food source: Larger animals. Secondary food sources: Muggles, Small animals, Maker.
8-12 years: Primary food source: Muggles. Secondary food sources: Large and small animals.
12-... years: Primary food source: Muggles. Secondary food sources: Magical blood –though only from donors after the treaty with wizards, which is also why it is not a primary food source-, Large and small animals. –Maker blood can also be consumed still, but hardly serves as food anymore, since it is too deluted -
So he would only be able to drink blood from Voldemort? In a way, it annoyed him, for it would make him dependant on the man, but on the other hand, it excited him, knowing that he would be the only one who would feed from the Dark Lord. He closed the book, having enough to think on for now, and headed back to the room, while wondering if there were any followers around. The manor seemed deserted, and it wasn't as large as he had though the Dark Quarters to be, so it was a possibility that Voldemort lived here on his own...or with Nagini. Now he thought of the snake, he was surprised he hadn't come across her yet, but then again, she probably followed Voldemort wherever he went.
Arriving at the room, he sat down, and started thinking about how his life –by lack of a better word,- would proceed from now. He wasn't able to leave Voldemort for more than a day in the next months, that much was sure. No that he wanted...He supposed he should inform the Order, or at least professor Dumbledore of the new changes. And Dray as well...though the git probably had had his hand in this. Voldemort had told him about knowing Harry's location by looking in Draco's mind, but Dray had done nothing to warn Harry, and had made several hints last nights. Especially the one where 'someone out for his blood' would come for him, really gave away that Dray knew too much.
While waiting for Voldemort to return, Harry grew anxious, and got more hungry with each passing minute. After several more hours, he was pacing the room, ready to attack any living thing that should come into sight, and that was the moment he realised that there were no followers here for the reason that he was present in the house. He let out a long whine when he felt the need to feed rise to his throat, making it burn, causing him to get thirsty as well as hungry. After another two agonising hours, he heard something downstairs, and, not thinking clearly anymore, only focused on blood, ran downstairs. It turned out to be Voldemort and several of his followers, and Harry dropped himself from the top of the stairs, landing at Voldemort's back and, half out of his mind, harshly bit down, while whining and growling, like a desperate puppy. He gobbled as much blood up as he could, and felt his eyes droop when he was full. Before he could slide to the ground however, Voldemorts arms came around him and he snuggled up to the chest, falling asleep.
Xxx
"M...My lord?" Lucius said, apparently horrified by the scène he had just witnessed.
Voldemort supposed it would have looked quite strange, Harry Potter jumping down one floor only to latch at his neck and suck him dry, while he did nothing against it. He had been careful to not move, and give Harryas much access as possible, because the little fangs could do a lot of damage in the beginning, when a young Vampire wasn't really experienced with feeding. He rather not have a large rip in his throat.
"Yes, Lucius?" he said calmly, turning to his followers, who were all looking at him in disbelief.
"Is that..."
"Harry Potter. Yes, Lucius, it is." he declared, getting a bit annoyed because of the stares.
"Is he your Childe?"
The Death Eaters who didn't know about his Vampirism, or just didn't know the exact meaning of the words and heard 'child', did a double take, and one began to cough as if he was choking, until someone cast an "Anapnea" at him.
"Yes, he is. It was the easiest way, you see." he explained, trusting his Second to understand what he meant.
"Yes, I see...I'm surprised the boy took it well."
"Not more surprised than I way, I'm sure. I had thought I'd have to force him, or worse, kill him, but it turned out to be unnecessary."
"Interesting."
"Indeed. Now, I believe you can handle the rest? I am going to bring Harry to bed."
"Of course, my Lord."
"Good."
He lowered the young Vampire on the bed, and lifted his fingers to his own mouth, flicking the tongue over them before sealing the wounds on his nape with the saliva. He felt drained, but knew it was his own fault. he shouldn't have stayed away for so long. He probably should read up on how to handle Harry now. He was inexperienced in caring for a newborn. He never had found a reason to create a Childe, never felt the need to have a bond that close with anyone. He had to admit that in the beginning, when he had come across Harry the first times, He had though about making the boy a Vampire, but had rejected it immediately. True, it was a good way out of the prophecy, he had even acknowledged that it was better than constantly hunting the boy, chasing him to his death, but he simply had refused to have his enemy so close with him, or anyone, for that matter. However, he had slowly noticed that his unhealthy obsession for the teen had begun to change, and feelings he had buried long ago had risen to the surface
Never taking his eyes off the angelic face, he lifted his hand and stroked the messy black hair. It looked really cute on him, though he was glad it had grown. He licked his lips and was glad that he had fed in the afternoon already, or he wouldn't have been able to sit up after Harry's assault. He got to his feet and apparated to Manchester. He hadn't fed here for weeks, so a missing tramp wouldn't be noticed. Ugh, he hated feeding from Muggles, but with all Magical creatures, treaty's had been made, and he didn't have a wizarding donor. He had fed from Lucius, a few times, when he was in dire need, and didn't have time to hunt, but it felt too...intimate, so he tried to do it as less as possible.
He disappeared in the dark under a bridge and melted in the shadows, only his eyes lighting up with a hypnotising stare. He waited patiently until a couple of Muggle junkies arrived there. One of them caught his unblinking stare, and went rigid. He took his wand when the others noticed, and stunned all of them, while forcing the girl to take a step in his direction. he saw panic in her eyes, but she couldn't do anything about it. He wasn't entirely empty though, and figured he wouldn't need all her blood.
Maybe, he would feed from three of them or so and leave it at that. No-one would believe them anyways.
She looked like her legs wouldn't be able to carry her further, and he stepped out of the dark and released his hold on her with his eyes, though immediately, he wrapped an arm around her waist, constricting her movements. She tried to scream when his fangs bore in her neck, but only a whimper came out of her throat. Carefully, he licked up all the blood that gushed from the wounds. When he felt like she couldn't move because of the high blood loss, he dropped her on the ground and went to another, after lifting the paralysing spell. He didn't like his victims totally unresponsive. When done, he sealed the wounds shut and lifted the spells on all of them while apparating home.
Soon, he found himself in his study, several books on Vampire Childes on it, and he inwardly snorted at what his followers would saw if they would ever see it and misinterpret. They'd probably think he'd gone mad... He chuckled at how Wormtail would look, but figured it was best if they had no chance to think he was insane at all...It wouldn't do for them to doubt him.
Wandering to the bedroom again, he lay down beside Harry, pulling him in his arms.
"Voldemort?" Harry asked sleepily, but got interrupted.
"Thanos."
"Huh?"
"My name...Voldemort is too long and besides, I don't want my lover to use the name which only my enemies dare to speak out aloud."
"Ah...why Thanos?"
"Because it's an abbreviation of Voldemort."
"...How...?"
"Figure it out yourself..." the man grumbled.
"I like the name though..." Harry smiled.
"Good. Now, sleep. It's late already."
"Okay." Harry said with a yawn, and snuggled up to his...lover. A wide grin split over his face, and he tightened his grip, burying his face in the crook of the man's neck.
It was one month later, and Harry wasn't tired out anymore. He only needed sleep every few days, and was becoming restless. He was not a person to hang around indoors very much, but he knew it was safer, because the chance of the Order finding him and keeping him away from his Maker was high, and the man's blood was still his only food source. He walked to the sitting room, and was pleased to find his lover there, together with some other man. He gracefully sat down on the couch, and his eyes fluttered close when a pair of cold arms –indicating that the Dark lord hadn't fed yet- came around his waist and drew him against the other Vampire.
"My angel..." Thanos purred. "Just the person I was looking for. I wanted to introduce you to someone." Harry looked up in curiosity at the man across him, dressed in formal robes in a strange, old style, with piercing blue eyes. "This, Harry, is my Maker, whom I told you about."
"Pleased to meet you, Lord Biżuteria." Harry said, and bowed his head as well as he could in his position.
Harry had heard a lot about Thanos's Maker, and was very pleased to find out that they didn't even remotely like each other. Still, to think that his lover had been dependant on this man before him for months, only able to suck his blood, made jealousy rise to the surface.
"So, doing well, I see?" the Vampire said, glancing at Harry with cold eyes.
"Yes. So, why exactly have you come? I'm sure it was not to chat up with me, hmm?"
"You missed your clan meeting." Lord Biżuteria told him. "You know the rules."
"And how exactly do you think I would have been able to go? I have a Childe here, and also a war to lead."
"Your Childe could deal on its own for a few days." he stated with a sneer. Harry narrowed his eyes at the man when getting referred to as an 'it'. "For the war, surely, you have minions who are capable of faring by themselves?"
"I'll give you the latter, but there is no way I would leave Harry. I'm not like you."
The man bared his fangs and hissed. "Do not talk up to me, băiat. You have no right to speak to me like that."
"I'll speak however the hell I want to."
"You always were more trouble then you were worth." the Vampire spat.
"Well, then maybe you should learn to control you venom. Had any other unfortunate accidents after me?"
The man clenched his fist, but didn't deny his statement, on which Thanos's lips curved into a wry smile. "I see...I hope they can get along with you better than I. I'm sure you can see yourself out."
"We are not not done here!"
"Yes, we are. Tell Îngethat that I'm too busy to come, but that I shall attend a meeting with him in a few months."
"That's Lord Rece for you!"
"Oh? And here I thought I'd clearly heard him say I could call him Îngethat..."
"You lie!"
"Come Harry, we have a lot to do still..." Thanos said, ignoring his raging Maker.
Harry got up, threw Biżuteria a filthy look, and walked away, grabbing onto Thanos's arm. He knew the men were on bad terms, but he wouldn't have thought they hated each other. Even so, all the more convenient for him.
"Who's Îngethat?" Harry murmured when they were alone.
"Oh, I didn't tell you about him?" He's the Lord of my clan, and thus also Biżuteria's Lord. I ran across him one day when I was hiding in the library of the Vampire hideout, trying to avoid my Maker as much as possible. I used to talk to him a lot back then...he's a really nice guy. kind of strict, but also kind. he was some sort of mentor for me, you could say."
"Didn't Biżuteria know that?"
"As if I told him what I did in my free time...No, he didn't know. I always tried to see him as less as possible. As soon as I could feed myself, I went away, going straight back to England. Of course, I met him at the meetings every year, but I haven't spoken to him much. Talked a few times with Îngethat though..."
"Were you and Îngethat..." Harry said, feeling jealousy coil in his stomach already.
"Involved? A short while, yes, but it didn't work out. Weren't suited for each other. He's married now, by the way." he stated, and calmly gazed at Harry. "Don't worry. Also, he liked woman more in the end."
"So he married a woman? Hmm, I guess that's fine then..." Harry mused, and Thanos chuckled, embracing Harry's waist.
"Jealous, my love?"
Harry shuddered when a hand crept beneath his shirt. he shuddered, and noticed an ache in his throat. Huh, he only noticed now that he was kind of thirsty.
"Just a little bit." he said hoarsely, as the hand crept further and rubbed his nipple. A tongue flicked over his nape, and fangs scraped the skin. It was more than a week ago since they had had sex, and as a consequence, he got hard too fast. "Not here..." he mumbled, and gasped when his Lord opened his trousers and slid a hand in, pressing the palm against the bulge.
Thanos didn't react to his pleads for moving this up to the bedroom. Harry panted harshly, even though he knew he didn't need oxygen. It was as if his body moved on it's own...his lover's hand gripped his cock and began to massage it, drawing a cry from the boy's lips. It didn't take long for the teen to come, and when he did, he fell on his knees to the floor, trembling. he felt his shirt being pulled off, and strong arms wrapped around him. He let himself be pulled in his lover's chest, which was also bare now. he turned around so their lips met, and didn't complain when Thanos took hold of his hand, guiding it downwards. His fingers found the stiff manhood, and got a hold of it, stroking and tugging until white seed spurted over his hand. Harry sniffed the man's neck and tenderly bit down, making sure he wouldn't cause more pain than necessary. when he was done, he sealed the wounds shut, and relaxed in the hug, not caring they were still in a corridor, both of them having their pants on their knees and were splattered with semen.
"Thanos?" Harry asked, looking to the left of the room, and propping himself up on an elbow.
"Hmm, what is it, my angel?" the man said, tearing his eyes away from the book he had been reading at his desk in favour of looking to the boy that was lying on the bed.
"It's been two months now, and I learned to control my hunger...would it be alright if I could invite a friend of mine? Dray, for example? He's on your side, so..."
"No."
"What? Why not?"
"Because."
"That's not an answer! I haven't seen anyone besides the few Death Eaters that come and go here, and I haven't even shown myself, let alone spoken to them! I'm feeling trapped!"
"Oh? am I not good enough contact for you then?" the Dark lord said, red eyes narrowing.
"That's not what I mean." Harry grumbled. "But I also want to know how they are doing, my friends, that is. Surely, most of them are worried."
"Alright, I'll let Lucius bring his son, if, and only if, you will not try to contact any of your friends on the Light side. There has been an uproar in the Order recently. I don't know what or who caused it, but their search for you, which had died down a few weeks ago, has been blown into existence again. I won't risk them taking you away."
"Fine." Harry sighed. "At least I'll get to speak to Dray."
"I can call him now, if you would like. He is straight, isn't he?"
"Uuuuuh..." Harry said, thinking how any person would miss how gay Draco was. "Not really, no."
"Then I refuse."
"Eh? What the hell do you mean! We're just friends!"
"I won't risk it."
"You're an overprotective, absolute moron." Harry muttered, growling.
"Hmph, that may be so, but you are mine. This discussion is closed."
Despite feeling kind of angry, Harry was also oddly touched, and decided not to bring up the topic again until he could physically be away from Thanos.
Two weeks later, Harry was in the study, lying on his stomach on the rug in the center of the floor. He blinked in surprise when the door opened and Thanos came in, followed by a few Death Eaters.
"Ah, should I go?" he said, but his lover shook his head.
"No, I have something to discuss that involves you."
Frowning, Harry sat up before curiously looking at the other men and women. A few of them glanced at him warily, some looked indifferent and two smiled at him. He guessed their Lord had told him he was here, but he wondered if they actually knew what he was. Thanos sat down in his chair with elegance, and tugged some stray locks behind his ear. Somehow, the sight was arousing, and Harry had to try really hard to not begin drooling on the carpet. The man raised an eyebrow at him and he looked away, glad he had no blood that could rise to his cheeks.
"We have to go away for awhile." he stated, but raised a hand when Harry's head shot up, his mouth already open for a reply. "There are matters that need to be dealt with in Scotland. The Dark finally has an opportunity to persuade the goblins, and I'm not letting this chance slip. Of course, since I'm not letting you out of my sight, you'll come with me." he informed Harry, and the teen relaxed again. "I know you don't really want to be part of my Dark Lord business as you call it, but it can't be helped."
"Okay." Harry said. "As long as I won't get involved in battle or anything, I'm fine with it."
"Good. Nott, Goyle, I want you to go ahead and prepare a camp. Lucius, I assign you Harry's personal bodyguard whenever I'm not around. Hussing, you go with Nott and Goyle to set up wards there. Finns, Crabbe, gather the paperwork about goblins. That should be all." They bowed and left the room. Lucius though, hesitated, as if he wanted to say something. "Yes, Lucius?"
"Ah, my Lord...I was merely curious how this came to be...though it is not my place to ask such a question, I am aware."
"Indeed it's not. But if you truly want to know, speak with your son. Now go."
"Of course, My Lord." the blonde said, blinking, before he too walked out of the room.
Harry paced the tent, anxiously awaiting Thanos's return. He walked to the opening of the tent, and peeked outside. It was midnight already, and he still hadn't returned, so Harry was becoming worried. He gazed at the moon, and marveled at the soft, enthralling light. He had learned to love the night, with the stars and moon as the only light source. The sun was too harsh for his eyes now, and this was the only way to look into the light. He looked around and inhaled the scents around him, concluding that he was alone, save Lucius, who was asleep. At moments like this, he wished he actually still needed sleep, for that would at least allow him to forget the world around him for a few hours. His ears picked up murmuring voices and he heard the grass behind him move like someone was slashing it away, though he knew they were really trying to sneak through it. It wasn't a sound that would wake Lucius. He tried to place their scents, and was quite certain it was no-one from their group, so he grabbed his wand and spun around, pointing it at the grass. Only minutes later, they were close enough to be seen, and he had to turn his head away because of the small lights that came from the top of their wands.
"Who are you!" he said in a demanding tone. "Lower your wands!"
They did so and the lights dimmed somewhat, so he could see their faces, which were shocked and pale upon seeing him.
"Harry?" Remus said, followed by a squeal of Mrs. Weasley, and he could escape a smothering hug just in time, by quickly jumping away.
"Harry..." Remus said again, this time warily. "You...you are Harry, right?"
"Yes." he whispered.
"You smell different...sorry to say it, but you kind of stink."
Harry chuckled wryly, realising Remus's werewolf nose would pick up his Vampire scent in an instant. Ah, he knew he would have to face this one day, though it would have been nicer if his lover had been here to support him. He didn't know if he could fight them, if it came down to it.
"I can imagine." he said, not commenting on the man's own stench.
"What are you doing here? Everyone was worried about you! Just weeks ago there was-"
"An uproar and a new search, yes, I know. What caused it anyway?"
"Some people wanted to quit the search altogether. This caused other members of the other to search twice as hard. Harry, what happened? Why didn't you come back? And...and why are you here anyway?"
"I could ask you that last question as well..."
"The Light had trouble with the goblins. We wanted to make sure they wouldn't get an offer from the Dark."
"Ah. Well, I'm here for the goblins too, apparently."
"Apparently?"
"I didn't come for them, specifically...I just have to stay near someone who did..." he said, nervously shuffling a feet in the sand."
"Who..."
"Come on, let's get inside." Harry sighed, and gestured to the tent. Inside, they made themselves comfortable, and it was only when Harry made a dim light in the tent that they noticed his change in appearance.
"Harry...your skin...it's so...pale! And what happened to your hair? It's almost longer than Bill's!" Molly said, frowning.
"I'm sure Dumbledore told you there was a prophecy?"
"Yes, but we don't know what is says...and what do you mean with was?"
"It stated that Voldemort and I couldn't survive as long as the other lived." he told them, and decided to not beat around the bush anymore. "And now we're both dead, so the prophecy is fulfilled." he said, lifting his lip so they could see one of his fangs. They were both frozen with shock, and Harry thought it safer to move backwards a few feet.
"You're a Vampire..."
"Yes. I was turned the same day as I went missing. It was when..." he fell silent when he picked up noise, people who approached the camp with much ruckus and laughing. He felt Thanos was with them and a smile fluttered over his face. "Don't." he warned Molly, when she wanted to look. "You won't stand a chance."
"Who..." she frowned, but Remus quickly covered her mouth.
"Shh! be silent! what if they here us?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. The werewolf had obviously forgotten that they were currently in a tent in a camp. A camp that couldn't be of anyone but their enemies, unless he thought Harry was here on his own. Harry felt his lover approaching the camp much faster than the rest, and he wondered if it was out of worry for him. he hoped it was. The tent flap opened, and the Dark Lord's red eyes widened when he saw two members of the Order of the Phoenix sitting in front of him, both with their mouths open the moment they had caught sight of him.
"Harry..." the man said, ignoring the others, and stalked to the young Vampire to make sure he was alright.
The teen smiled and lightly kissed the man on his lips, reluctantly pulling away in favor of taking hold of his wand when Remus and Mrs. Weasley sprung to their feet. It appeared to be an unnecessary precaution however, when seconds later, they were bound and on their knees, held by invisible ropes.
"My angel, are you hungry?"
The teen shook his head. He could go without blood for a longer time now as well, and he had only drank previous morning.
"Good. Now, care to explain...this?"
"Ah, it seemed they came here with the same intention as you...the goblins. They stumbled across me and well...I decided I might as well tell them. I got interrupted however, before I could tell when I was turned."
"Hmm...so you really want this information to leak out?"
"I can't hide forever."
"You could at least try to hide as long as you are dependant still."
"I'm sorry...I didn't think you would mind that much." Harry replied, looking at his feet.
"I care about your safety. However, it is your decision."
"It's better if they know." Harry murmured. "That way, they can get used to the fact that they can't rely on me anymore."
"Harry!" Remus said, shocked. "You can't mean this!"
"As a matter of fact, I do." Harry stated coldly. "I finally found happiness, and I'm not going to throw it away because you think it is my duty. It isn't anymore, so fight this damn war yourself!" he said, while wrapping his arms more tightly around his Maker. "I'm done with it."
"And so you've heard. you should be glad I let you live at all, but someone needs to spread this news, if that is what my angel wants. Go. Ah, and I don't really think you'll have to chance to make a pass at the goblins." the grinned. "They're already...swayed."
As soon as he had said it, they could move again, and with one last glance at Harry, they disappeared into the night. Seconds later, Harry heard a crack when they disapparated.
"I wonder what the future has in store for you, my precious..." Thanos sighed. "Let us hope it will be good."
About the name Thanos: it means death, and Voldemort means Flight of death, so Thanos is an abbreviation of Voldemort.
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