Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl: Evil Awakes Chapter Three
By the time morning came, Harry was hungry again. He'd spent the night watching TV. Artemis had set the house security system on lock down, although Harry didn't think it would do much good if Uallach really wanted to come in.
Harry sat up in bed, the frenzied feeling for blood coming faster that he had anticipated. He had thought it would come gradual, like normal hunger did. He jumped out of bed and went for the door.
He entered into the hall and bumped into Ginny, carrying James.
"Dada!" cooed James putting his arms out to be held by his dad.
Harry wanted to hold his son but was afraid. He wanted blood badly and he could smell it inside his wife and sons bodies. Ginny stopped cold, staring him in the eye, with a look that unnerved him.
Harry resisted the urge and hurried past them and James let out a frustrated wail and began tugging down the front of Ginny's shirt.
"Hungee," he said.
"James, what have I told you about that!" Harry heard Ginny say. "You're getting a bottle, you need to start weaning."
Harry hurried from the house, remembering the chicken coop behind the gym. Angeline would have one less chicken for eggs, but it was better than Harry attacking someone in the house.
The chickens clucked and hopped about in their spacious coop, ready for the new day. Well, at least one wouldn't live to see the sun fully risen.
Harry opened it and reached in. The chickens clucked and squawked and one pecked Harry on his arm, not liking the intrusion. Harry grabbed a hen and pulled it and quickly snapped its neck, so it wouldn't suffer. It was just a poor animal.
He sank his teeth into the neck and drained the chicken dry. Still hungry, he took another and snapped its neck and drained it dry. Finally he felt better.
He took the hens to the house and told Artemis here was lunch.
Artemis was making tea in the kitchen and looked at the poor chickens. "Guess we can pluck them and fry them. What does the blood taste like?"
"Tastes like chicken," Harry said, and Artemis wasn't sure if he was joking or not.
Artemis had to tell his parents and Myles and Beckett about Harry being a vampire.
Angeline, munching a tea cake in her sons study, looked at Artemis like he was bonkers. "I thought vampires were just stories."
"We also thought fairies and wizards were just stories," said Artemis.
"And it turned out they were real too," said Mr. Fowl. "Nothing would surprise me now."
"Ginny told me his eyes were red this morning," said Artemis. "That must happen when he needs to feed, so stay away from him if his eyes are red. He's not a monster, but it's hard for him to control himself and we don't want accidents."
Artemis used his contacts and got a large crate of human blood in packets and also several more chickens, just in case they were needed. Angeline didn't like the idea of Harry using the chickens as food.
"Mum, they're only in case we run out of human blood."
Harry didn't know where Artemis had ordered the blood from, and wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"You can buy it if you're a doctor," said Artemis.
"You're not a doctor," said Harry.
"Technically I am," said Artemis. "I've had a degree for some years now. All online. I could set up my own practice if I wanted to."
The blood in the packets tasted much better than chicken or dog blood, but not as good as blood from a fresh body, like the bum. Harry shuddered when he thought of that. The bum had already been dead, because Uallach had killed him, but he still felt disgusted by himself.
Harry finally felt safe to hold his son and not worry about attacking him. James didn't seem to notice anything different with his father, except that he was "old."
"Did you just call me old?" Harry asked him.
"I think he meant 'cold,'" said Ginny, touching Harry's arm. "Your skin is cold."
"I'm dead, that's why."
"Harry, don't say that."
Harry looked at Ginny, who seemed upset.
"Ginny, I didn't mean like that," said Harry, putting his arm around her.
"I know."
James crawled from Harry's lap and began tugging her shirt.
"No, James."
Ginny was trying to wean James from breast feeding and just feed him expressed milk in a bottle, but James didn't seem to happy about it.
"It's hard weaning a baby," said Ginny. "I want him off the bottle in a couple of months or so. I found some stuff at the store you can give babies, it's like a milk drink for toddlers, but it has added DHA for them since his brain is still growing."
"Harry," said Artemis, coming into the living room. "Foaly has a mission for the Order."
Apparently there was a human (a wizard) dealing with a dwarf, (known as Gideon) selling drugs. He was lived in London, in a small, rundown neighborhood. Foaly, who had been tracking the dwarf, learned that he would be meeting up with the human today. Gideon was a notorious drug dealer and never made a deal in person until now. He must have been getting too comfortable.
Harry, Holly, and Snape would be meeting up with and LEP team near the place where the human, Gregory Lorwalk, lived.
Harry and Snape were sitting on a park bench across from the small house. Holly was shielded and so was the LEP team. Major Trouble was talking to Harry.
With Harry and Snape sitting next to each other it would appear to the casual passerby that it was just two people sitting on a park bench. Harry held his phone up to his ear, to make it appear as if he was talking to someone.
"We get the dwarf and we leave," said Trouble, in a low voice. "You get the human and bring him to the ministry. I heard he's not so good with magic, so that should be a good thing."
They waited until dark. Being a vampire, Harry realized he didn't need to breathe at all, but if he did suck in a breath, he could smell a lot of things. When he'd been transformed by Aeron, his eye sight and improved and he didn't need glasses. Now he could see even better that a person with 20-20 vision. His smell, before being a vampire, had been a little better than the average person, now it was much improved. He could smell the grass, the rosebush fifty feet away, and the blood pumping through the fairy bodies near him and Snapes. Human blood and fairy blood smelled good, but he had drank a bag of blood before they came left (which had been a few hours ago) and he wasn't hungry. He didn't need to eat. It was better if he didn't breathe, he found, but out of habit, he did.
They saw a tall skinny man with brown, stringy hair, hanging to his shoulders, Gregory Lorwalk. He went into his house and slammed the door. A half hour later, a small figure, the dwarf, went to the home and knocked. The door opened and the dwarf was admitted in.
"Now," said Holly.
The group swarmed across the street, even though to the human eye, it would appear that it was only two men.
Harry went to the door and released a claw. He slid a blade in between the door and the frame, cutting the padlock. The door opened and there was a chain. Harry cut it and they were in.
Holly and Trouble went to an upstairs window and found it open.
The man and the dwarf were in the bedroom. Harry and Snape crept in silently.
"I got ten bricks," Gregory was saying.
"Good," said Gideon. "I got the money and I got some folks who want some weed."
"Got that too," said Gideon. "Top quality stuff."
They could hear a bag rustling.
"You selling me grass clippings, Lorwalk?"
"Naw, man, that's top quality. One puff, higher than a kite."
"This is crud. You shitting me man?" They heard a click.
Apparently, Gregory was trying to screw Gideon over. This wasn't good.
"Now," said Holly. Harry could hear the fairy through the fairy ear piece he was wearing. One good thing about the Order working with the fairies was that they got fairy tech to use.
Harry and Snape entered the room, wands drawn. Gideon was pointing a gun at Gregory. He had a lot of hair and a big giant beard. His tombstone teeth were bared in a nasty snarl. This was not a happy dwarf.
Gregory pulled his wand but Snape disarmed him. Gideon, startled by the sudden intrusion fired his gun. Harry dodged and blasted the gun from Gideon's hand. He yelped and the fairies swarmed on him, putting him in cuffs.
The dwarf, despite being in cuffs, let a blast of air from his bum. He had a bum flap on his pants and it blew the buttons off. Holly, holding on to the dwarf, was crashed into the wall. The others fairies swarmed in on the dwarf and put a special gag on him, so he couldn't unhinge his jaws and try to eat somebody, or dig through the ground and get away.
The dwarf was wrapped in cam foil and taken away to a shuttle awaiting nearby. Harry, Snape, and Holly were left to deal with the human.
Gregory tried to make a run for it to the door, but Harry tackled him behind and brought him down, blades out. He wasn't meant to hurt the wizard unless they had too, but he tackled with more force that was necessary probably. He had the strength of a vampire now and it was much more than that of a human. They crashed against a table that had glass top. He heard something crack and figured Gregory ribs had snapped. The table top shattered and Gregory hit his head on the wall, knocking him out. His arm was cut up pretty bad. Some blood fell to the floor. Harry could smell it and the smell was overpowering, just lying there on the floor like that. Harry could see the open wound and the urge was too strong. He snarled and he could feel his fangs growing, ready to suck the human dry. He flipped the man over and went for the neck.
"HARRY!" yelled Snape, grabbing Harry by the back of his shirt and flinging him back with all his force. Holly tackled him and they fell to the carpet.
"Don't breathe it," said Holly. "Harry, control yourself!"
She left Harry to Snape. Harry's eyes were red. He was thirsting for the blood that was so close to him. He wanted it sooo bad.
Harry told himself to calm down. He wasn't a monster that just fed on blood.
Harry pushed Snape off of him and stood up, keeping his eyes away from the blood on the floor. He stopped breathing so he wouldn't smell the delicious scent. Holly was cuffing the guy.
"Let's get him to the Ministry."
"Harry, why didn't you tell us you were-ah-hungry."
"I didn't feel it," said Harry. "It comes on sudden, I guess. I'm still new, so I guess it's hard."
"Then maybe you shouldn't come out with us, until you can fully control it," said Holly.
Harry scowled. "I have to work, still."
"You're a danger," said Holly. "What would the Ministry say if we brought this guy back, completely drained? They would know and they probably wouldn't like a vampire working for the Order. So you must control yourself."
Harry nodded.
"Why don't you just bring a bag or two with you?" asked Snape. "That would help."
It was a good idea and Harry, to make the hunger go away, went to the park and found a stray dog, rummaging through the some trash by one end. It snarled at him and bared its teeth.
The dog didn't stand a chance.
Gregory would be spending some time in Azkaban, for selling drugs to fairies and attempting to elude Order Members.
Back at home, Harry sat at the table, drinking from a cup of blood, while everyone else ate regular food.
"So you don't eat?" asked Myles, picking up a chicken leg.
They were eating fried chicken from the unfortunate hens that Harry had drained that morning.
"Not regular food," said Harry.
Harry drank some more blood before going to bed with Ginny that night. Ginny wanted to get frisky with her husband, and they started kissing in the bed. The part of the room that James slept in was curtained off securely, so in case he woke up in the night and stood in his crib, he wouldn't get traumatized.
"You smell delicious," said Harry, kissing her neck. He could smell her blood and it mixed with the Armani Code perfume she wore.
"Please don't eat me," said Ginny with a nervous giggle.
Harry had to be careful with her, since he was much stronger now. He didn't want to accidently hurt Ginny.
When they were finished, Ginny fell asleep and Harry watched TV. He wished he could sleep. It was weird not be able to now.
James fussed in the night so Harry got up and took him to the living room and fed him a bottle while he watched TV. James finished his milk and Harry drank some blood from a cup, not wanting to get hungry while his son sat right in his arms.
Madrid, Spain
Lafonda had come to Spain to see her best friend who lived and went to college here. She had gone to a club and hoped to meet some hot guys. She and her friends had giggled and said wouldn't it be awesome to get a hot Spanish boyfriend? Wouldn't everyone at home be jealous? Lafonda had intended to walk to her hotel alone. It was a block up the road.
She'd be fine.
Uallach let the body of the poor girl drop in the alley way. Her hunger abated, she took a walk, thinking. She had all the time in the world to think now.
She was angry that the vampire she'd created wouldn't go with her. She'd wanted him to. When she had been a human, she'd had visions of him and knew he would be important. She just didn't know why. Her vision had always had holes in and that annoyed her. Now she seemed to have lost the power entirely.
She wondered if she should just kill him. Uallach, being created by a spell, could only be killed by being torn to pieces and burned. A stake through the heart would incapacitate her for a while, but it would not kill her. She didn't understand why, but who cared? Who would be able to do that? Silver would incapacitate her longer, if stabbed through the heart. She wasn't sure about Harry, who had been created by a vampire. She'd heard rumors during her travels. Some said it killed them instantly, others said the only way was to tear them up and burn them too. The one way that most people said worked, was a silver stake (or anything sharp, pointy, and silver) through the heart. It would kill them.
And what about Harry's powers? She'd sensed he was a wizard and had other powers, and she'd seen the blades in his hand. How would that work now he was a vampire?
Harry was powerful and Uallach had wanted him to be her equal, her mate even. He was handsome and she wondered if vampires could have children. Who cared about his human wife? She was nothing.
She figured the best option would be to just kill him. If not, he might come after her, wanting revenge, since he didn't seem too pleased at what she'd done to him. She couldn't understand why. He'd live forever now, he was powerful.
And after all, who didn't want to live forever.
Fowl Manor
Harry was indeed thinking of going after Uallach. She'd turned him into a monster. And she was likely killing people and feeding off them. She needed to be stopped.
Harry told Artemis about this in the morning.
"She will be feeding off people," said Artemis. "I doubt she is like you, resorting to animals and packaged human blood."
Foaly was to keep an eye out for any odd killings in the human news. One popped up on his monitors quickly, a woman who appeared to have been sucked dry of blood and left in an alley way. The news stations in Spain were covering it. It was obvious it hadn't been a robbery, her purse had been there. She hadn't been raped. Who killed a person like that?
The entire LEP had been told by Holly of a vampire on the loose (although she left out the part of Harry being turned into one, except to Foaly, who had been sworn to secrecy). They knew she needed to be taken down. She was a menace to everyone.
Pimante still fell occasionally throughout the world, although Foaly, despite all his advanced tech, could not figure where the stuff was coming from. Scans of space would show nothing and then suddenly, later, it would be in the galaxy, heading toward Earth, where Foaly could then figure out the trajectory and where it would land.
Now that Aeron was gone, and nobody apparently knew of it or wanted it, it was easy to send someone to grab the chunk of it and bring it to Haven. He had quite a nice stockpile of it to experiment with. Now he'd found that he could use it to help fairies with drug and alcohol addictions. It was marvelous stuff when used properly, and not used to bring back evil wizards (like Bellatrix for example) or used to make hideous creatures, like balverines.
Harry was sent by himself to get a chunk that fell in a forest in Germany. It would be just an easy pickup, like always.
Harry found the chunk, sitting in an old bird nest in a tree. It was a small chunk, the size of his fist. He pocketed it.
Something hit him in the back. It pierced his tough skin and came out the front. He lost his grip on the tree branch and he fell back. He hit the ground with a yell.
Vampire or not, it still hurt being shot through the chest with something. It looked like a silver arrow. It made him feel sick and weak. He yanked it out with a grunt and the hole closed up with some sparks. He looked around, in a defensive crouch, his blades out. He couldn't see anyone, even with his better vision. He could smell someone familiar.
He heard rustling and suddenly a tree moved. He heard laughter.
"Guess I missed the heart," sang a familiar voice.
"Uallach," snarled Harry, seeing her in the tree, her bright red hair visible against the green of the leaves.
"You're a bad boy," said Uallach, pouting. "Why don't you want to come with me and be with me?"
"I have a wife," said Harry.
"What a pity."
"You turned me into a monster," said Harry.
"Not a monster, something better, like me," said Uallach, proudly. "We could rule the world."
Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. How cliché.
"You have a choice," said Uallach, drawing a silver arrow from the quiver slung on her back. She nocked the arrow. "You come with me, and I'll let you be my equal. We can create an army of creatures and rule the world. I'll need that Pimante in your pocket."
"We don't need another person like Aeron," said Harry, narrowing his eyes. "He was trouble enough."
"Humans are weak, and fickle," said Uallach. "They are good for food and that's about it. Imagine if we ruled the world, we could have anyone as food, anytime. A never ending supply of human blood and even fairy blood. We could have all the wealth we wanted, no one would dare oppose us. We could create an entire race of vampires as well! It would be magnificent! When I was a human, I foresaw greatness for myself! I would be powerful!"
The last thing Harry thought the world needed was a puffed up vampire, wanting to rule the world, and eating people left and right.
"If I'm going to be alive forever, I might as well make use of it," said Uallach. "You can be with me or against me."
"I'm not going to be like you," Harry spat.
He jumped into the trees and leaped toward her. The first arrow missed and Harry thought he had her. His blades went for the neck. She dropped off the tree branch and while falling through the air, she sent an arrow flying into Harry's chest. He fell and hit the ground hard, on his back. Uallach sent another arrow into his chest, this time hitting the heart, straight on.
Harry lay there, in pain. The silver arrow in the heart was making him very sick. His claws retracted instantly.
"Silver through the heart appears to not be good for a vampire," said Uallach, with a mock serious look on her face. She stood over him. "You look quite ill. I guess silver is the trick for you. You're skin is all grey."
Harry was all grey now. The veins in his body were standing out. He looked awful. His vision started to fade.
"Goodbye, Potter," she said. She reached into his pocket and took the Pimante. "You had your choice and your chance."
She walked away, pleased with herself.
Harry tried to pull the stake out, but he was too weak and sick. The world went blank.
He awoke a while later. A small figure was standing over him. He opened his eyes. The arrows were gone.
He was thirsty. Very thirsty. He needed blood now.
"Harry, who attacked you?" came Holly's voice. Her visor was up. It was dark in the woods. Holly had the light on her helmet on. "You were gone for ages, way too long, and you didn't answer your phone. You're lucky Artemis put GPS in the phones and I-"
Harry tried to control himself. He really did. But he hadn't eaten in hours. He sucked a packet of blood on the way and figured to be home in time. He hadn't brought any extra. He could smell Holly's blood thumping through her veins and arteries. She smelled delicious right now. He stopped breathing and still wanted it. He couldn't help himself. It was like showing a crack addict who was in desperate need of a hit a giant warehouse full of crack.
He couldn't-
-he had too.
In a flash, he went from lying on the ground to attacking Holly. She shrieked, wishing she hadn't shut Foaly off of video and audio earlier. He been teasing her about her relationship with Artemis and she'd told him to shove it.
Holly reached for her Neutrino. Harry shoved her up against as tree, his mouth open in a snarl. With the helmet light on him, Holly could see desperation and yet guilt in his eyes. His fangs sprouted and in a second, Holly was screaming in agony and terror as his fangs pierced the material of her suit and then her neck.
The blood-so good-he needed it-he was so hungry.
The Neutrino fired.
The blast caught Harry in the head and knocked him backwards. Holly's legs buckled and she slumped down against the tree, blood flowing from the bite in her neck. The visor slid down. Her helmet informed her cheerily that she had just taken massive damage and lost a lot a blood. Her vision was going out. She couldn't even focus on anything else the helmet said. Her hands were shaking and she dropped the Neutrino.
The world went black.