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Hi everyone and welcome back to the Vault! This time the idea is from The Modern Sorcerer's Changeling Challenge, rules below:
What if Harry Potter wasn't? Wasn't what? Wasn't Harry Potter of course! Stolen at birth to replace a stillborn Saviour, how does 'Harry' react when discovering the truth? And more importantly, how do his birth parents react?
Requirements: Harry Potter is really the son of a crossover couple. (They don't need to be a canon couple, but they do need to both be from the same crossover).
Crossover with some form of 'magic' in it.
Who stole Harry is up to the author, as is the reason behind the babynapping.
Harry has the powers of whoever he 'really' is. (How Harry has magic, or whether he keeps it, is up to you)
Morality: Good, but whether Light/Grey/Dark is up to you.
Pairing: Anyone non-dark.
Forbidden: Harry being the child of Lily and James Potter.
Harry forgiving whoever babynapped him.
Naïve Harry; he grows some balls after finding out.
Evil Harry; he can be pissed off and furious, but that doesn't change who he really is.
Suggestions: Harry's babynapping wasn't to replace the Saviour, but was for the purpose of removing the crossover baby.
Harry's "real" identity doesn't have to be canon in the crossover world. (E.g. Phoebe and Cole's baby from Charmed, or maybe Poseidon and Sally have a second child?).
Harry's birth parents don't remember even having him.
Harry doesn't return to his 'real' world, choosing to stay in the Wizarding World for whatever reason.
This time the crossover is with Vampire Knight. Enjoy!
Pureblood Changeling
This was it. This was the end of his life. Harry Potter stared down at the black stone in his hand that had just moments ago being inside the Snitch Dumbledore had left him. The Resurrection Stone, the last of the Deathly Hallows, obtained as Harry walked towards his Death. The doomed young man slowly turned the stone in his hands, once, twice, thrice and they appeared, his dead loved ones.
They were neither ghost nor truly flesh, he could see that. They resembled most closely the Riddle that had escaped from the diary so long ago, and he had been memory made nearly solid. Less substantial than living bodies, but much more than ghosts, they moved toward him, and on each face, there was the same loving smile.
James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley's.
Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.
Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings.
Lily's smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough. However, all of the specters looked...sad, none more so than Lily who looked like she was trying to hold back tears.
"Harry…" whispered Lily, looking like she wanted nothing more than to hug him but was holding herself back.
Harry looked around at his dead loved ones in confusion, taking in their sad and angry faces.
"Whats wrong?" he asked, "Why do you all look so sad?"
"Because this should be unnecessary," said James, "Dumbledore should never have put you in this situation."
"But...I need to," said Harry in confusion, "I have to die so…"
"NO!" shouted Lily, "No, you don't Harry. The Dead can see all and we know that all Dumbledore had to do was talk to the Goblins and they could have safely removed it. That Prophecy is a load of old tosh created by a fraud to get a job."
"T-then what should I do?" asked Harry, feeling like his entire world had shattered.
"Put your trust in us."
Harry jumped at the new voice and spun around to see another two spirits standing behind him. As soon as he laid eyes on the couple, his heart nearly stopped as he found himself staring into a face that was so much more like his own than that of James Potter. While everyone he ever met told him that he looked like his Father, Harry had never been able to see it when he looked in the mirror, even when directly comparing his features with one of his few pictures of his father. Oh that's not to say that they didn't have similarities, like their messy, black hair, but other than that, Harry's features were far more aristocratic than James' were and, over the past year, even the black Potter hair had began to fade, becoming a dark shade of brown instead. A shade of brown that was identical to the man standing before him.
Both of the people were unnaturally beautiful. The man had short, dark brown hair that was messy like Harrys own and garnet coloured eyes that held a kindness and strength that spoke of great experience. He looked young, maybe mid twenties, but his bearing and eyes spoke of decades of experience, if not longer, and his features were nearly identical to Harrys own. He was wearing a long, white coat with a high collar over a smart looking shirt and trousers.
The woman shared the same eye colour and slightly lighter brown hair than her companion and shared his aura of age old experience, although it was blunted by the gleam of mischief that could clearly be seen in her eyes. Her eyes also held nearly the exact same look as Lily's as she hungrily took in his form.
"Who are you?" asked Harry.
"That is not an easy question to answer," said the man, "Our names are Haruka and Juri Kuran, but the reason that we were summoned by the Stone are a little harder to explain."
"You asked the Stone to summon your dead Loved Ones, the ones that you consider family," said Lily, "It did just that. It summoned your Parents, Godfather, Uncle...and Adoptive Parents."
"A-adoptive Parents?" spluttered Harry, "What are you talking about?"
"Harry…"
"What do you mean?" demanded Harry.
"We're not your parents!" exclaimed James, making Harry freeze completely.
"I'm sorry Harry," whispered Lily, tears flowing down her insubstantial cheeks, "But you have to understand, everyone genuinely thought you were our son."
"B-but how?" stuttered Harry as his knees gave way.
"Dumbledore," said James, "We're not sure why, even now, but for some reason, the old geezer wanted us to have a child so badly that he kidnapped you, rewrote practically everyone we knews memories and made us believe that you were our natural son."
"So then…?" Harry trailed off as he looked over at the Kurans, who nodded.
"You're our Son," said Haruka, "Kaname, the son that my brother kidnapped 17 years ago to use as a sacrifice to bring back our Progenitor."
"Sacrificed?"
"Well, he sacrificed a part of you anyway," said Juri, "See, we're not Human. The Kuran Clan is one of the seven remaining Pureblood Vampire Clans. What Rido did was sacrifice your Vampire side, turning you into a Human."
"I-I'm a Vampire?" stuttered Harry, staring down at his hands.
"No, you are a Human," said Haruka, "In all the ways that matter, you are Harry Potter, the Wizard and son of Lily and James Potter, but you are also Kaname Kuran, a Pureblood Vampire and the heir of Haruka and Juri Kuran."
"Harry, whether you're our natural son or not, you are still our son," said Lily, "Even if Dumbledore tricked us, I don't regret it for a moment."
"Nor do I," said James, wrapping an arm around Lily.
"What am I supposed to do?" asked Harry after a moments silence to steel himself from the reverlations.
"Thats up to you," said Remus, speaking up for the first time, "Despite the fact that none of us want you to die for Dumbledore's manipulations, the fact remains that continuing down your path is the quickest way to finish this fight once and for all."
"While I personally would say screw them after everything the Wizarding World has done to me and my loved ones, it's not fair to say that everyone deserves to live under Voldemort's thumb," said Sirius.
"The best advice we can give is to follow your heart," said Juri, "Do what you think is right."
Harry was quiet for a moment, before he took a deep breath.
"I've gone to far to back out now," he said, "As much as I hate the idea of playing into Dumbledores hands like this, I can't back out. I have to finish this."
Harrys family nodded sadly and Lily and James stepped to the side to allow him to continue down his path. The green eyed teen swallowed, before he started walking, flanked by the Spectres of his family as he walked towards his doom.
His body and mind felt oddly disconnected now, his limbs working without conscious instruction, as if he were passenger, not driver, in the body he was about to leave. The dead who walked beside him through the forest were much more real to him now than the living back at the castle: Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and all the others were the ones who felt like ghosts as he stumbled and slipped toward the end of his life, toward Voldemort. . . .
A thud and a whisper: Some other living creature had stirred close by. Harry stopped under the Cloak, peering around, listening, as his family stopped too.
"Someone there," came a rough whisper close at hand. "He's got an Invisibility Cloak. Could it be...?"
Two figures emerged from behind a nearby tree: Their wands flared, and Harry saw Yaxley and Dolohov peering into the darkness, gazing straight through Harry.
"Definitely heard something," said Yaxley. "Animal, d'you reckon?"
"That head case Hagrid kept a whole bunch of stuff in here," said Dolohov, glancing over his shoulder.
Yaxley looked down at his watch.
"Time's nearly up. Potter's had his hour. He's not coming."
"And he was sure he'd come! He won't be happy."
"Better go back," said Yaxley. "Find out what the plan is now."
He and Dolohov turned and walked deeper into the forest. Harry followed them, knowing that they would lead him exactly where he wanted to go. He glanced sideways at both sets of parents (and wasn't that an odd thought) and both sets smiled sadly and nodded encouragingly at him. They had traveled on mere minutes when Harry saw light ahead, and Yaxley and Dolohov stepped out into a clearing that Harry knew had been the place where the monstrous Aragog had once lived. The remnants of his vast web were there still, but the swarm of descendants he had spawned had been driven out by the Death Eaters, to fight for their cause. A fire burned in the middle of the clearing, and its flickering light fell over a crowd of completely silent, watchful Death Eaters. Some of them were still masked and hooded; others showed their faces. Two giants sat on the outskirts of the group, casting massive shadows over the scene, their faces cruel, rough-hewn like rock. Harry saw Fenrir, skulking, chewing his long nails; the great blond Rowle was dabbing at his bleeding lip. He saw Lucius Malfoy, who looked defeated and terrified, and Narcissa, whose eyes were sunken and full of apprehension.
Every eye was fixed upon Voldemort, who stood with his head bowed, and his white hands folded over the Elder Wand in front of him. He might have been praying, or else counting silently in his mind, and Harry, standing still on the edge of the scene, thought absurdly of a child counting in a game of hide-and-seek. Behind his head, still swirling and coiling, the great snake Nagini floated in her glittering, charmed cage, like a monstrous halo.
When Dolohov and Yaxley rejoined the circle, Voldemort looked up.
"No sign of him, my Lord," said Dolohov.
Voldemort's expression did not change. The red eyes seemed to burn in the firelight. Slowly he drew the Elder Wand between his long fingers.
"My Lord..." said Bellatrix, only to be cut off by Voldemort's raised hand.
The demented Witch was sat closest to Voldemort, disheveled, her face a little bloody but otherwise unharmed and she eyed him in worshipful fascination.
"I thought he would come," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames. "I expected him to come."
Nobody spoke. They seemed as scared as Harry, whose heart was now throwing itself against his ribs as though determined to escape the body he was about to cast aside. His hands were sweating as he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it beneath his robes, with his wand. He did not want to be tempted to fight.
"I was, it seems . . . mistaken," said Voldemort.
"You weren't."
Harry said it as loudly as he could, with all the force he could muster: He did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish as he stepped forward into the firelight. At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them. The illusion was gone as soon as it had come. The giants roared as the Death Eaters rose together, and there were many cries, gasps, even laughter. Voldemort had frozen where he stood, but his red eyes had found Harry, and he stared as Harry moved toward him, with nothing but the fire between them.
Then a voice yelled: "HARRY! NO!"
He turned: Hagrid was bound and trussed, tied to a tree nearby. His massive body shook the branches overhead as he struggled, desperate.
"NO! NO! HARRY, WHAT'RE YEH — ?"
"QUIET!" shouted Rowle, and with a flick of his wand Hagrid was silenced.
Bellatrix, who had leapt to her feet, was looking eagerly from Voldemort to Harry, her breast heaving. The only things that moved were the flames and the snake, coiling and uncoiling in the glittering cage behind Voldemort's head. Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he made no attempt to draw it. He knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if he managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit him first. And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.
"Harry Potter," he said very softly, "The Boy Who Lived."
None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting.
Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.
Except...it wasn't. Instead of a brilliant light or pearly gates or even a white train station, Harry found himself standing on what appeared to be a lake of blood with a large, blood red moon hanging in the black sky above like a baleful eye. In the centre of the lake was a single island of black rock, upon which sat a black cross with a figure chained to it. Harry slowly approached the island and its imprisoned occupant.
"So, you've finally come," rasped the figure as Harry reached the base of the cross.
He lifted his head and Harry was surprised to see that it was him, or rather, an emaciated, nearly skeletal version of him with reddish brown eyes that matched Haruka's and long, curly, dark brown hair.
"Your me," said Harry.
It wasn't a question.
"Not exactly," rasped the Doppelganger, "I'm Kaname, your Vampire side."
"I thought you were destroyed," said Harry suspiciously.
"I was," said the Vampire, "But our Ancestor saved me. I have no idea how, but he somehow managed to push me back into you just before we died. Thats what stopped us from dieing and I would have resurfaced later down the line, but Dumbledore performed the Blood Adoption Ritual that turned us into the Potters child, sealing me even deeper, enough that I would never have been able to surface unless you came here."
"And now I am, just as we died," muttered Harry, "Sorry I took so long."
The Vampire gave a rasping chuckle.
"No need to apologize to me, I am you after all," he said, "But you should know that this doesn't have to be the end for us."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"Look over there," said the Vampire, indicating to a pile of rocks nearby.
Harry did as he was told, only to recoil at the sight of the flayed looking baby like creature that lay curled up under the rocks, gasping for breath.
"That is the Soul Fragment that Voldemort put inside us," said the Vampire, "I would have done something about it, but as you can see, I'm a bit tied up. Because of that thing, you have a choice."
"A choice?" asked Harry.
"A choice between moving on or going back," said the Vampire, "I really don't care since I've been locked up here for so long that Death would be a release, but if you wanted we could return. This would of course trigger us to merge and become a Vampire again since the seal would break, but we would return."
"What do you think we should do?" asked Harry.
"Like I said, I don't really care," said the Vampire, "But...I think I would like to live. I want to be free and I want us to be whole again. I want to be able to go out and see the world and experience all it has to offer."
Harry smiled at that. It had always been his dream to explore the world and see what lay beyond the horizon, but the Prophecy and his watchers put quite the crimp in that plan.
"Besides, it would be the perfect way to give Dumbledore the finger," said the Vampire with a grin that showed his fangs.
Harry's own smile widened at that and he agreed that that sounded like the best idea ever.
"Lets do it," he said, "You're right, I can't die yet, there's still to much I need to do!"
The Vampire nodded and Harry stepped up to the cross, placing a palm on the black wood. The construct began to glow and the chains holding the Vampire up shattered, causing him to fall into Harrys arms. The moment the two sides of Harry touched, their was a flash of light and he once again found himself in the forest, lying face down in the loom. He cracked one eye open and was surprised to see the Stone just a few inches from his outstretched hand.
He had expected to hear cheers of triumph and jubilation at his apparent death, but instead hurried footsteps, whispers, and solicitous murmurs filled the air.
"My Lord . . . my Lord . . ."
It was Bellatrix's voice, and she spoke as if to a lover. Harry did not open his eyes yet, but allowed his other senses to explore his predicament, inwardly marveling at their sudden upgrade. It was beyond evident that the Vampire was telling the truth as he could hear, feel and even smell practically everything around him. He could hear the sound of the Death Eaters clothing rubbing against each other, smell each individual's unique scent and even feel the breeze against his skin.
He quickly shook off the nearly overwhelming amount of information and instead focused on his predicament. He knew that his wand was still stowed beneath his robes because he could feel it pressed between his chest and the ground. A slight cushioning effect in the area of his stomach told him that the Invisibility Cloak was also there, stuffed out of sight, but he wasn't about to just charge into this fight blindly. He would wait. For now.
"My Lord . . ."
"That will do," said Voldemort's voice.
More footsteps: Several people were backing away from the same spot. Desperate to see what was happening and why, Harry opened his eyes by a millimeter, once again marveling at the massive upgrade his sight had undergone. His glasses had been knocked of by the impact of Riddles spell, but he could see far better than ever. Voldemort seemed to be getting to his feet. Various Death Eaters were hurrying away from him, returning to the crowd lining the clearing. Bellatrix alone remained behind, kneeling beside Voldemort.
Harry closed his eyes again and considered what he had seen. The Death Eaters had been huddled around Voldemort, who seemed to have fallen to the ground. Something had happened when he had hit Harry with the Killing Curse. Had Voldemort too collapsed? It seemed like it. And both of them had fallen briefly unconscious and both of them had now returned. . . .
"My Lord, let me —"
"I do not require assistance," said Voldemort coldly, and though he could not see it, Harry pictured Bellatrix withdrawing a helpful hand, "The boy . . . Is he dead?"
There was complete silence in the clearing. Nobody approached Harry, but he felt their concentrated gaze, but ignored it. It was nearly time.
"You," said Voldemort, and there was a bang and a small shriek of pain, "Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead."
Harry listened to the person approach, waiting to see what would happen. However, as the person stopped above him, the scent of something reached his nose that immediately made his mouth water. It didn't take a genius to guess what it was and, surprisingly, Harry wasn't as horrified by the idea as he thought. Besides, he was hungry.
As soon as he felt fingers touched his neck, his eyes snapped open and he shot up, sinking his brand new fangs into the Death Eaters jugular and drained them, suppressing a moan of pleasure as the fresh blood ran over his tongue. It didn't take much to state his thirst and he released his victim, tossing him to the side without another thought and wiping his blood splattered face with a dark grin as the Dark Wizards stared at him in horror, especially Voldemort.
"Hello Riddle, I'm back," said Harry with a dark grin.
Hermione was worried. Her best friend had vanished without a trace after Voldemort had 'graciously' called a short truce and given Harry a chance to give himself up and she was worried that the idiot had actually done it. She stood up from where she had been sat with the Weasleys, intending to go and find Harry.
"Where are you going?" asked Ron.
"To find Harry," said Hermione, "I'm worried he might have gone after Voldemort alone."
"So what?" asked Ron, making the bookworm freeze, "Thats his job, isnt it? To face You-Know-Who?"
Hermione stared at her friend, aghast at how he could brush off his supposed best friend so easily, but before she could say anything, the doors to the Great Hall slammed open and someone screamed, drawing all eyes to the doors as someone entered the hall. It was blatantly clear as to why the person had screamed as the newcomer's face and the front of his robes were covered in blood and he was dragging a bloodied torso behind him, which he tossed into the middle of the floor, revealing it to be the limbless body of the greatest Dark Lord Britain had ever seen with his throat torn out.
"There, hes dead," said the man in a very familiar voice, "The war is over."
"H-harry?" asked Hermione, slowly moving towards the man, ignoring Rons whispered warnings, "Is that you?"
The blooded man turned and Hermione saw that it was indeed Harry, but he had changed. His hair had lightened from jet black to a dark, reddish brown and his left eye had changed from emerald to a similar shade. He looked tired, even more so than she remembered. After a moment, the Chosen One turned and left the hall, completely ignoring the looks he was receiving and the slowly rising buzz of chatter. Hermione frowned and hurried after Harry, ignoring the Weasleys calls to come back.
Hermione caught up with Harry in the courtyard here he was staring up at the moon.
"Harry, are you OK?" asked the girl.
"Not in the slightest," said Harry.
"Want to talk about it?"
Harry remained silent, not taking his eyes off the moon. Hermione remained where she was, waiting for her friend to respond.
"I found the Resurrection Stone," he said at length, "It was in the Snitch."
"Did you use it?"
Harry nodded, tears welling in his eyes.
"I thought I was going to die," he said, "I just...I wanted to see them, one more time."
Hermione stepped forwards and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Now I wish I hadn't summoned them," continued Harry, "The Dead see all and they told me the truth. I'm not Lily and James' son."
Hermione stifled a gasp as Harry started crying in earnest. The girl quickly wrapped her friend in a hug and guided him over to one of the few intact benches that had somehow survived the battle.
"Harry, please tell me what happened," whispered Hermione as she tried to comfort him.
Slowly, Harry did so, telling his closest friend everything that had happened in the Forest, including how he had utterly destroyed the Death Eaters with his bare hands and had physically dismembered Voldemort and drained him completely. As he spoke, Hermione listened quietly, her free hand slowly inching inside her robes. When Harry finished his tale, she let out a sigh.
"So, your a Vampire?" she asked, her voice flat as she stood.
Harry winced at her tone and nodded.
"I see…"
Click.
Harrys eyes widened as he felt the cold barrel of a gun be pressed against his head. That was a bit unexpected. He looked up, past the long, what barrel of the pistol and up to the cold eyes of his friend.
"Answer me this Harry," said Hermione, "Are you a danger? Can you control yourself?"
Harry twitched at the question.
"Answer me Harry," snapped Hermione, her finger tightening on the trigger, "I don't want to, but I won't hesitate to finish you off if you are a threat."
Harry narrowed his eyes, the heterochromatic orbs gaining the deadly, bloody glow Vampires were known for.
"You think a gun will be enough to kill me?" he hissed.
"I know it will," said Hermione, "This is the Anti-Vampire Gun, Casull. It'll be more than capable of blowing you away if you don't answer my question."
"Miss Granger, stand down!"
Hermione jumped at the sudden voice and turned to the source. At the gate to the Courtyard that lead out onto the grounds stood two people, a man and a woman Harry had never seen before but that Hermione clearly recognized if her reaction was anything to go by. Both had long, blond hair, thin builds and had swords at their sides. The womans hair was worn loose and framed her stern face. She had sharp, blue eyes behind a pair of round glasses and wore a black blazer and black dress pants, a white buttoned shirt, black shoes and a red cravat, covered by a dark green trench coat and had a thin cigar clenched between her teeth. Her male companion wore his hair in a ponytail and had hazel eyes behind oval glasses. He was wearing a grey greatcoat, brown gloves and black boots.
"S-sir Integra, Grandfather, what are you doing here?" spluttered Hermione.
"We detected a powerful Vampire in the area," said Integra, fixing Harry with a piercing glare, "So, thats you, correct?"
Harry nodded. The man, Hermiones apparent Grandfather, stepped forwards and looked him straight in the eye for a moment, before he frowned.
"Whats your name?" he asked.
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but paused before he did. What was his name? It no longer felt right to use the name Potter, not with his Vampire side reawakened, but at the same time, he didn't feel any real connection to the name Kaname. He was no longer Harry Potter, but he also wasn't Kaname Kuran. He was someone else, a combination of the two, so why not combine the two?
"My name is Harry Kuran," he said, meeting the mans eyes.
Hermione let out a startled gasp at that. Out of everything he had told her, the only thing he had left out was his Vampire family name. The man narrowed his eyes, searching Harrys face for something, before he sighed.
"Yes, I can see it," he said, "Let me guess, you're Juri and Haruka's son?"
Harry nodded.
"I see. I won't ask how you survived when everyone believed that you died"
The man turned away from Harry to Hermione, who looked incredulous. That look of incredulity quickly turned to pain as the man wacked her over the head with his sheathed sword.
"As for you young lady, what were you thinking?" he demanded, the aura of serious vanishing in an instant, "Pulling your gun on your best friend like that, I thought I taught you better than that!"
"B-but Grandpa Cross…" protested Hermione, rubbing her head.
"You've been spending too much time around Toga if you were so quick to pull your gun on a friend, Vampire or not! You should have just asked instead of threatening him! Now apologize!"
Hermione sighed and turned to Harry.
"I'm sorry Harry, I shouldn't have done that," she said.
"Just tell me why," said the Pureblood.
"I'm a Hunter," said Hermione, "Its the duty of my kind to ensure that Vampires don't become a danger to Humans by destroying those without control."
"Would you have done it?" asked Harry.
"Yes."
The two teenagers stared into one another's eyes for a moment, before Harry nodded.
"Alright, I forgive you," he said, "You were doing your duty and I can't exactly hold that against you, can I?"
He gave a lopsided smile that never failed to make Hermione blush like a schoolgirl, but the Hunter ruthlessly squashed the feeling, as she had so many times before. She didn't stand a chance with Harry, especially now it was revealed that he was a Pureblood Vampire. Unfortunately for Hermione, while most people missed her reaction to Harrys smile, Cross had not and, idealistic and eccentric as he was, he immediately started plotting.
"So what now?" asked Harry, looking down, "The War is over, but I really don't feel like going in their."
He pointed at the Great Hall.
"And the Wizarding World is going to be even worse now. How long will it be before they start labeling me as the next Dark Lord, especially since I'm a Vampire. I-I just want to rest."
"Hmm, I might have a solution to that," said Cross.
And that'll do for now since if I don't stop here I don't think I'll ever post it. This is perhaps the longest chapter I have ever written and it was a lot of fun.
So, Hermione is a Hunter and Cross's Granddaughter (Hes over 200 years old), Harry is Yukis real older brother, Dumbledore apparently worked with Rido and Harry bit someone. Will that come back to bite him? Only time will tell.
Before anyone says anything, this story, should I continue it, will be Harmony.
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