I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight.
DZ2's Blood and Magic Challenge.
Plot: Summer holidays are meant to be a time away from trouble, but not when your name is Harry James Potter. Bitten and turned into a vampire, now our hero seeks his survival.
"Ronald stop eating for once in your life and get your trunk down here! Ginny love put Crookshanks down and go check on Hermione please! AND IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP THAT THIS INSTANT I WILL PUT YOU OVER MY KNEE AND SPANK YOU! Oh and Harry dear?"
Harry smiled awkwardly at Mrs Weasley from his place in the doorway, watching the usual 'back to school' rush as everyone hurried around Grimmauld Place like headless chickens. "Wipe that look off your face Harry" she scolded, "The Headmaster will overturn your expulsion and have you back at Hogwarts before you know it".
"I know Mrs Weasley" Harry lied slowly, "It's just strange to not be going to Hogwarts this year".
Mrs Weasley smiled at him fondly, "No matter what I expect to see you here for Christmas" she ordered, "Even if you have to bring all your new friends with you" she added pointedly, "I want to hear all about this new school".
Harry's smile fell instantly as the Weasley Matriarch turned away from him, instead turning into an open-mouthed look of confusion. "What new school?" he blurted dumbly, making Mrs Weasley turn back to him with a matching confused look.
"Didn't Albus tell you?" she asked looking shocked, "He's arranged for you to attend a new school so your education doesn't suffer while you can't practice magic" she explained. "You'll be blending in with Muggles, the Ministry and You-Know-Who will never search for you in a Muggle boarding school. Spenser Academy I think he called it".
Harry just forced himself to nod and smile politely, his mind racing as he processed this new information. He couldn't believe Dumbledore… it was all his fault that Harry had been expelled in the first place and yet he still believed that he could just pulled the strings and make Harry dance?
Movement pulled his attention to the glaring Sirius, the dog animagus stalking into the room with furious grey eyes locked on the started Mrs Weasley. "And exactly when was Albus planning on asking for either Harry's or my permissions on his idea?" Harry's godfather demanded making Mrs Weasley puff up her chest in indignation.
"Albus doesn't have to ask permission!" Mrs Weasley began, "He"-
"Has no power over Harry" Sirius interrupted coldly, "Harry is my godson, not his. Albus has no right to decide what Harry does or does not do. And for your information, Harry and I have already made plans for his education this year, we're looking forward to it aren't we Pup?"
"Yeah. We are" Harry confirmed when Mrs Weasley turned angry eyes on him, "We were going to redecorate this place together with Professor Lupin teaching me".
"Yes well as lovely a person as Remus is, he's still a werewolf Harry" Mrs Weasley said dismissively, "He's not suitable to teach impressionable children".
Harry's throat closed up at Mrs Weasley's words, leaving him standing there with wide eyes as Mrs Weasley's hands slapped up over her mouth in shock. "Oh" he ground out as Mrs Weasley opened her mouth to speak, "I didn't know you were a worthless racist bitch" he drawled out bluntly, "Thank you for letting me know before I went out and asked a vampire to bite me for the thrill of it".
Mrs Weasley just spluttered in response, looking torn between fury at his insult, guilt at what she had let slip, and flustered at his comment about vampires.
"Get out of my house".
"Excuse me?" Mrs Weasley demanded as Harry's eyes flicked to the fuming Sirius Black "Now see here"
"Get" Sirius interrupted darkly, his eyes actually glowing as barely restrained magic whipped at his hair, "Out. Of my house". Stepping forward as his wand appeared in his hand, Sirius glared at Mrs Weasley until she stepped back in fear. "I want you and your brood out of my house by midday. I will not have you living beneath my roof when you so blatantly insult my brother in all but blood" the dog-minded wizard snarled angrily.
"Now now Sirius" Dumbledore's voice said from the doorway, "I'm sure you just misunderstood Molly is all. There is no need for such unforgiving behaviour".
"Bite me Albus" Sirius spat as Mrs Weasley smirked and raised her chin smugly, Harry barely hiding his own smirk as Dumbledore almost tripped over deep purple robes in shock. "There was no misunderstanding what she said" he continued as Mrs Weasley squawked in outrage at his words, "I have had enough of her 'unforgiving behaviour' as you put it. This is my house, Harry is my godson, and as such she has no control over either. And on the topic of Harry" Sirius added with a growl as he turned on Dumbledore, "What is the meaning of your so-called 'plans' for Harry this year?"
"Well Sirius. I merely believed Harry would prefer to attend a normal school this year" Dumbledore began, "Molly and I agreed that by attending a Muggle school he could interact with his peers without threat of Voldemort until such a time he can return to Hogwarts and our world".
"Really?" Sirius exhaled dramatically, "Because Harry and I agreed that he'd be staying at Grimmauld Place with me and helping me redecorate this hell hole".
"I'm afraid you do not have a choice in the matter Sirius" Dumbledore denied, "This is for Harry's own good".
"What a shame" Harry interrupted making Dumbledore blink at him in shock, "Because like Sirius said earlier, you have no power over me. Sirius is my godfather, not you. I wanted to stay with him this year and he agreed, your opinion is understood and ignored, we've made up our minds".
"Harry!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, "You will show the Headmaster some respect!"
"Why?" Harry countered simply making the large woman freeze, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "He's not my Headmaster after all" he pointed out, "Besides, if he wanted me to show him some respect then he should have done something to earn it instead of leaving me out of the loop when I needed it most. It was because of the Headmaster that I was expelled after all, I have witnesses telling me there was no need to study up on magical law because he'd be there to speak in my defense" Harry paused to shoot the unrepentant looking Headmaster a dark look. "But where were you Mr Dumbledore, because you most certainly weren't at my trial when I was getting expelled because of you".
"You tell him Pup" Sirius praised with a grin, Harry catching sight of the mixed looks of approval, glee, or downright anger and disappointment coming from the other Weasleys and Hermione where they were gathered around the doorway.
"I'm afraid Harry that this has already been arranged" Dumbledore started.
"Then un-arrange it" Harry snapped, "Because I'm through with you"
"HARRY JAMES POTTER"
"OH SHUT UP!" Harry roared back, watching as Mrs Weasley flinched back and almost fell over backwards. "You are not my mother Mrs Weasley! My mother chose Sirius as my guardian, not you! You have the same amount of control over me as Dumbledore does. Absolutely none".
"HEY! Don't you talk to my mother like that!" Ron shouted as he barreled into the room.
"Oh go suck off Malfoy" Harry countered, smirking at the scandalized looks on everyone else's faces. "Yeah I learnt that one at the Dursley's, you should really stop sending me there" he pointed out smugly.
"Well good news Pup. You don't have to go back there ever again" Sirius piped up, "I thought I told you that" he added with a frown.
"Actually, the Dursleys are one thing I will not be backing down on" Dumbledore corrected, "While I am aware that your childhood was never the happiest, the blood wards your aunt powers are too important a resource to ignore".
As Sirius argued with Dumbledore, Harry felt his mind shutting down. When the Dementors had attacked him, Mrs Figg had admitted watching him for Dumbledore. And now Dumbledore was saying he knew Harry's childhood wasn't the happiest? The past four years Harry had convinced himself that Dumbledore had truly believed he was over-exaggerating, after all wizard-kind had extremely strict rules about child abuse.
But Dumbledore knew the entire time…
Harry wasn't even aware he was moving until he felt something snapping under his fist, red-hot blood exploding over his hand as Dumbledore was thrown backwards by the force behind Harry's magically powered punch. "Stay away from me old man" he growled out, "You knew how they treated me. You knew I was being abused and you never did anything!" he yelled furiously. "This is your one warning. Leave, and never come back. Because I won't hesitate to kill you if you do".
Ignoring the dead silence surrounding him, Harry turned and stalked towards the door, the Weasleys and Hermione scattering out of his way as his raging magic danced around his body wildly.
Throwing open the door to Grimmauld Place, knowing that he shouldn't be leaving but that he'd hurt someone if he was forced to stay, Harry stepped out into the rising sunlight and started down the street. The moment he stepped outside Harry's magic was absorbed back into his body to prevent Muggles from seeing it, leaving him feeling hyped up like he had drunk dozens of those 'energy drinks' Dudley likes so much. He still felt like he was going to explode though, like there were thousands of little bugs crawling around beneath his skin. At least this time it felt more like his body would explode, rather than his temper. Him losing his temper never went well for anyone… just ask Voldemort, who from the reports Snape had been given, was still trying to heal the burns Harry had given him for mocking Cedric's death.
Spotting a park tucked between two rows of townhouses, Harry changed his direction and instead headed towards it, absently hoping to find a swing to sit on. It was always so relaxing to sit on a swing, he felt childish doing so but it had always calmed him down when he was younger and trying not to cry about the Dursleys… and dammit… thanks a lot Dumbledore for bringing up those memories.
Letting out a long sigh as he found a swing set, Harry made his way over and sank down into the closest one, not even getting time to relax before he was almost falling off it at the sudden appearance of the man sitting on the swing beside him.
"Oh uh, I'm sorry Sir" Harry apologized cautiously. "I didn't see you there" he explained as he caught the way the man was hunched over himself, hiding his face from a suspicious Harry.
"No problem kid" the man denied slowly, his voice melodic and soothing, which actually made Harry tense. "You're a wizard? S'been a while since I've been directed to one of your lot" he continued as he raised his head to show blood-red eyes.
"Directed?" Harry echoed after he scrambled off the swing and reached instinctively for an absent wand. "Why would someone direct a vampire after me?" he added slowly.
"I'm very good at reading people young one" the vampire explained, making Harry bit back a yelp as he appeared beside him. "I have the innate skill to sense someone's potential. Sometimes it just draws me to people, begging me to bite them".
"Yeah well I have more potential as a human" Harry denied bravely, backing away from the vampire even as he knew that without a wand he had no chance of making it out of here alive unless the vampire wanted it.
"I disagree" the vampire said simply.
"You don't even know my name" Harry pointed out nervously.
The vampire's lip twitched up into a smirk, "So I don't" he agreed before vanishing.
Harry barely had time to think 'that was fast', before someone grabbed his arms and teeth sank into his neck from behind. Jerking himself away and tearing open the bite more, Harry's hand came up to cover the wound uselessly as he spun around to stare at the patiently waiting vampire in shock.
As a burning began to spread through his body from the venom, Harry's legs gave way and he hit the ground, the vampire rolling him over onto his back without hesitation. Feeling his body moving as the vampire nonchalantly lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder, Harry's last thought as his magic surged up to protect him from the pain was simple.
How the hell was he supposed to explain this to Sirius?