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Chapter 12. A night for talk.
Daphne was walking to the Forbidden Forest slowly; she couldn't help but curse Tracey with every step she took but in the end was only her fault, she accepted that stupid bet and lost. When she was close to the area where Tracey says the fucking vampire flower was, some strange feeling came to her body as if a predator was stalking her in the shadows, she continued walking to the water sound near her and suddenly her body stopped, and a figure materialized behind her.
"So juicy girl in the shadows," a strong voice said, "and I'm so lucky, not every day one can encounter a marked specimen for some other male."
"Who are you?" Daphne said confused and terrified, she couldn't move, and her wand was stupidly pocketed.
"Who I am?" the voice said mockingly, "well, we have many names, someone call us monsters, others call us killers or nightmarish creatures, others more religious call us demons, the people you identify as muggles call us bloodsuckers, but you wizards just call us simply vampires,"
Daphne felt a shiver run to her body when that vampire ran his hands under her arms, hugging her from behind and bringing her closer to him, she could feel that vampire's entire body pressed against his back, "the professor…" she said nervously, the vampire next move was to laugh and began to move his hands, massaging her breasts.
"Only simple moves and your nipples were feeling the sensation," the vampire said in her ear, Daphne closed her eyes when she felt that her body was reacting to his hands now squeezing one of her nipples, and that was not good.
She reckons the situation was dangerous and her life was near to the end, after all, that vampire only need bite her neck and all would be over, he had her at his mercy. But the most surprising thing was how her body was reacted to a sexual situation like that, she had never been in such an intimate situation with a boy to allow herself to be easily carried away by those caresses that were only the beginning of a terrible torture that would only end with her being drained of blood and possibly raped by that vampire. Her body was reacting like it was not strange for her to be touched in that way by someone. It is like her body was not hers but other girl that was experiencing a situation like that.
"You're so sexy and horny girl, I can smell how your pussy is starting to be awakening with my caresses", the vampire continued massaging her boobs, squeezing her nipples and started to try to run one hand below her skirt, "the old vampires said that the blood was so delicious when it spiced with lust and sex", Daphne reckoned her battle was now lost when his hand was near her thigh. She couldn't control anything, it was like body was ready to be touched and be treated that way, the excitation was awakening in her was so inexplicable.
There was an explosion, and the caresses ended, Daphne awakened and understood everything that was happening was result of a mental control from part of the vampire that attacked her. There was so much noise and screams that decided the best thing to do was run, when she started to do that, a voice stopped her, "don't move miss Granger, I have everything under control," the Scottish accent was a relief to her.
Daphne sees how Minerva Mcgonagall was subduing the vampire who had attacked her by tying him to a tree, the woman was furious and was casting multiple spells that reinforced the ties of that predator. The Gryffindor witch said some harsh words to the vampire when he started to laugh and say nasty things about her, "You are far away and in private forest, vampire, under the laws I can eliminate you for try to attack a student, but after see what I see, I can say that I won't have any regrets about what I'm about to do", after that, Minerva shoot a solar beam to the vampire who immediately began to scream in pain as soon as the light reached him, Minerva intensified her spell causing a scream more loud and decided to put an end to it by shooting an arrow that hit the dying vampire's chest. Everything was finished. "Are you okey miss Greengrass?", Daphne nodded, still looking at how her attacker was now impaled on a tree while his body burned under fire.
"Harry, I remembered my attack," Daphne said suddenly, Harry stopped playing with her hair and adopted a serious face. Both were still laying face to face and hugging.
"The vampire who attacked you was an Italian vampire called Adriano, the Ministry of Magic was looking for him after some disturbing deaths around Scotland when you still are a student in Hogwarts", Harry said looking at her softly, "I didn't personally knew him, but, I know what his methods was, after all, I did the same with prostitutes or others English girls that for some reason attracted me", the sincerity in his voice surprised Daphne, she didn't know if she need to be angry for that, jealous or scandalized.
"So, the vampires can use mental control in their victims to the point that feel…"
"Yes", he answered, "we can provoke your mind go to where we need you to go, is like that curse you call Imperius, but more passive, we attack your conscience and suggest you what to do using the rest of your body to push the buttons we need to push or simply imply to your mind that the things you are doing were normal and start from there, is like a hypnosis and not a mental control totally"
"That vampire started to touch me, and I felt lost," she admitted with shame.
"Of course, something like that was destined to happened", Harry said, "and that was for two reasons, in the form of Dalia, not Isobel, you were marked for my essence trough your past life, that vampire detected my mark in you and is like every male in every race when some alpha-male was detected and it was not present, he tried to claim you and possess you trying to win someone that what's marked for other vampire", he said putting a hand in her cheek, "when Adriano felt my mark and essence trough you, a rivalry awakened and the only form to win a victim marked and not killed for other vampire was possessing her sexually"
"And the other?" she asked surprised.
"You were Dalia and Isobel, technically you don't was stranger to feel all like it was not your first time", he said, "Adriano detected that your body was ready to do, well, to fuck, and he only pushed the right buttons to suppress the reality in your mind and take it to a place when you are not so newie", Harry looked how Daphne blushed again.
"I didn't know vampires was like that," Daphne admitted, "many books about your race says that vampires select a victim to bite their neck and suck all their blood, don't say that a sexual ritual was part of it."
"All cards are valid in a poker game", Harry said, "and in some passages of my life, I remember I talked about this, the sexuality is very important to us, the vampires, not because our penises enter your vaginas and after several thrusts, both obtain sexual satisfaction, not, the sexuality is very important to us because is the most complete emotion a mortal can feel and all their body reacts in consequence, is like drink alcohol for us, when a body of someone go to the orgasm, all cells in their body reacted and provoked a curious thing we detect in their blood, when the body and the mind are connected after a rough or soft sex, all their blood is infested with something like alcohol and it's very addictive to us and delicious to taste", Daphne was taking mental notes about everything Harry was saying to her, because not only help her to understand more his nature, but the vampires in general.
"What interesting facts," she said.
"In the beginning and maybe today some vampires don't know this situation, but in the end the traditional way is the clue after all, in an attack the key is called precisely emotion, when a victim is full of fear and terror like all the attacks succeed, the blood equally acquired a delicious taste but, in some manner, bitter, when a victim is hypnotized and their body and mind was in our control all the inhibitions are over and the taste in their blood was more sweet, but too much" Harry related in serious mode, still seeing the face of Daphne and Celine Dion's music was playing again but in low volume. "The orgasm, the sexual games or touch a body with sexual intentions, I don't know why but it's like sweetening the blood little by little, but not so much and in the end its flavor is so perfect that there is no comparison, some muggles who study a muggle science called psychology theorized that the sex was beneficial to everybody because improves health, mood, releases stress and anxiety and above all it makes humans happier, the sexual pleasure was the catch, either alone or between two or more people"
"I know what sex is and what provokes in us, Harry," she said funny and with her cheeks red, Harry nod and turn around to look the mirror still in the ceiling.
"Dalia said something similar many years ago", he said with nostalgia in his voice, "she insisted so many times we need elevate our sexual games to an actual sex, when I refused to do it, well you know perfectly well why, she would say the same thing you just said, but in an annoying and reproachful tone, then she would disappear and we wouldn't do anything again until necessity of sexual games made her comeback"
"Yes Harry, I know that too," she said smartish, "all is my mind."
"You sound so smartish blondie, I know things too," Harry said looking at her intensely from the mirror.
"Really?" Daphne said.
"Of course, I know you want me to shut up and fuck you right now", he said in a tentative way, "or that your nipples are ready to feel my touch or saliva through licks when I ripped all that fucking transparent bra of your tits, or that your pussy is hotly because I'm so close to you that you can feel my body", he continued saying, Daphne felt totally embarrassment and try to hide her chest with her arms.
"You're so stupid Potter," she said scandalized.
"But for today, our encounter was over," Harry immediately got up, Daphne did the same.
"Are you can stay longer and talk?" she said biting her lips, Harry looks at her in a contemplative way.
"But of course," in the interior, Harry was happy that he could find a motive to get up of that bed and crush all sexual tension between him and Daphne. Both were close enough to start something they couldn't stop.
Harry recognized that although he tried to hide everything was feeling at that moment by talking, the truth was that he was going crazy to stop being so passive and act. Daphne was so beautiful and sexy that if he would let a situation like that go by and with a person who felt the same way yourself, it would be foolish to do so. But in the end, and in a strange way, something inside of him too identified the risks of doing something that, although it was something natural for two people who loved each other and who had made the decision to reach that point of certain intimacy, his situation and Daphne's were totally different to something natural or normal, perhaps things were taking shape a little more defined for both, but it was not the time to upgrade it, and above all, the situation with Dalia and other girls had made the message clear to him, for him, sex combined with death, and Daphne was so important to him now that for the first time in centuries he felt something he thought impossible, fear.
"Honestly", Daphne said when both decided to sit in the sofas in front of her chimney, "my body like you said and my mind are thinking in upgrade our, we going to call it relationship, in something else more than words, sexual situations or insinuations, but I understand that we can't have sex because the risks and consequences are too high to pay", Harry looked at her surprised, he was thinking just the same, "or not"
"Or not?" Harry asked.
"Well, in your diary you only said that you had sex with muggle girls and Dalia, did you fuck with a witch ever?", Harry looked thoughtful for a moment and understood what Daphne was saying, "you had a patron selecting girls Harry, it's not difficult to detect the girls you selected for having sex was muggles, after all, all your life was in their world, so, my theory say that you don't go the next phase with a witch because you didn't know if a sexual relationship with her was the same like the other girls because her magic in the blood, that, mixed with all the emotions you previously say caused no only a sweetened blood but represent a danger to you, or called in other words, maybe their blood mixed between those emotions and magic and that fact can induced you into some strange and unknown state that convert you in a vulnerable and weak individual, so weak that a simple cutting spell can harm you so bad, summarizing, is easy to say that after everything you explained to me, if the blood can be mixed with 'something" produced by strong and sensitive emotions causing you madness for it, well, a blood with excess of that only can be like the wormwood or the garlic for you, after all, when you took so much alcohol, well the consequences were easy to see"
"Now I understand why you were feared in your school days, you gave to Hermione Granger a run for her money," Harry said astonished, "but you are totally true in the fact that blood can affect the vampires depending on its consistence, odor and taste."
"Maybe someday we can prove my theory," she said shamelessly and looking directly at Harry, who still astonished only nod. "Anyway, until today I didn't touch the diary you gave me after our first encounter," Daphne asked, "and although suddenly I remembered my attack, I don't want to undo the obliviate spell just like that, I want to listen from you everything I can know about us," she said, and her voice sounded sincere and longing.
"About the Adriano attack? Well, I didn't know that until you came to me months after that and when your connection with your past lives started to invade your present life", Harry started, "result that not only Adriano attack put your life in jeopardy, but your mind, that situation triggered your past memories, and your magic reacted immediately."
"I read some books that talk about past lives," Daphne said, "there is not explication about why I had the ability to assimilate my past lives so effectively and in the way I do it."
"Something like that," he said smiling, "I can't tell you things that I don't know, like what happened after the attack and that, but you came into my life when I was faking be drunk in a muggle pub in York years ago."
"Not your pubs?" she asked.
"Not, was a pub called 'The rabid rabbit" in the road that connect York Downtown with the Cliffton Bridge," Harry answered, "when York was only a medieval town and not so modern like today, our property was in that area near the Ouse River."
"So, I only showed up?" Daphne asked intrigued.
"Not exactly", Harry said looking uncomfortable, "I finally choose a beautiful brunette who had spent much of her time teasing me from the distance, so, one mental suggestion and two margaritas after, we both was in the alley next to the pub fucking wildly, I was mid-fucking when a soft voice interrupted the loud moans of her and all my world go to shit when I saw you there, just in the end of that alley, looking at me with surprise and shame in your face", Daphne was now looking exact embarrassing just like that time, Harry shook his head and continued, "I stopped abruptly and try to figure if you was real or only an effect of the act, sometimes things like that happened", he admitted, "but when you screamed my name and then started running, something inside me immediately told me that no matter what, I had to catch up with you"
"So…," Daphne looked Harry expectant.
"Well, I finished what I was doing," Harry said showing some discomfort again, "yes blondie, don't ask, I finished my fuck and did what a vampire do most of the time, drink her blood, after that, I ran to you."
"I don't know if I have the right to be angry for that," Daphne said in some curious tone.
"You wanted the truth blondie and I don't lie", he said firmly, Daphne nodded, "well, was not difficult found you, after all and after so many years in those streets, alleys and riverbanks, York was my hometown, after a while, I found you crying unconsolable sitting below a tall white maple tree in the riverbank near the bridge, the scene was so shocked to me for many things, first, that maple tree was planted centuries ago for my grandfather and was the Isobel's favorite spot when she was sad, if that didn't look weird, the next situation yes, because you were deflowering a pink Dalia with sadness, Daphne Greengrass was in the Isobel spot deflowering a Dalia",
"So, the message was very clear," Daphne said surprised.
"Oh yes! Very clear," Harry admitted, "I saw Isobel crying like that so many times she did when she was alive that I returned many years on time, when I was only a mortal comforting the girl that I loved while she lean her head on my shoulder and deflower some flower snatched randomly from my grandma's gardens."
"Since I was a little girl and something made me sad, I ran towards the nearest tree and released all my sadness in the same way you just described," Daphne said impressed, Harry nodded.
"So, before say something or found an explanation, I sat next to you and did what I had always done when Isobel did the same, I hugged you tightly, let you lean your head on my shoulder and let you cry until you considered your sadness was gone," Harry said.
There was a pause between both, they were sitting in front of the other while Celine Dion's music was still playing lowly in the background and sometimes being interrupted for the cracking fire in the chimney, the absence of moonlight coming through the window indicated that the night was already far advanced, and that time had flown by while they were talking. Daphne found all the situation very satisfactory because everything Harry was saying to her was pure gold to their 'relationship,' that night all the investigation or problem around Harold Potter and the wizarding world was in pause, that night, the only thing that mattered was them and no one, or anything else.
"What happened when I finished crying?" Daphne asked finally breaking the silence.
"The explications began and after a long night, just like this one, we present each other like Daphne Greengrass and Harold Potter and started a curious friendship that growth until one night, when you were in your final year of Hogwarts, you disappeared from me and my mind," Harry said.
"A vampire can be subjected to memory spells?" Daphne looked thoughtful.
"Yes, but for doing that, you need to…"
"Poison you!" Daphne said interrupting him.
"We vampires can't be poisoned blondie, if you don't know it, we are already dead," Harry said sarcastically, "I was going to say using mental arts, but I think I don't go to regret if I listen your theory about poison."
"Just like the sex Harry," Daphne said excited, "in all the things you were saying to me about vampires, you said that only two ingredients can affect you with consequences, one was the garlic, and the other was the wormwood, the first in the odor and the second in the consume."
"Yes, I said that" Harry looked Daphne with expectation.
"Well, the wormwood infuse was part of a potion called 'Draught of the Living Dead', it's a potion it puts the person who drinks it into a state of deep sleep, so deep that waking up is impossible without an antidote", Daphne was saying with her mind working hard, "some wizards describe that the wormwood was the key, if you add more the potion can…"
"Yeah, now I remember," Harry interrupted her suddenly, "the day of our last encounter before you be bewitched, you suddenly invited me to visit you in your school, I remembered drank some juice from you a then nothing,"
"That's it," Daphne screamed, "I was cursed with an Imperio to poisoned you with a wormwood infuse and after you were for a moment in a drowsy state, I shot you with a memory spell or maybe use passive legilimancy in you, to erase me in your memories."
"So, that's it how they did their move," Harry Potter was now incredibly surprised for two things, first for know how an enemy could attack him using smartish ways that didn't precisely use magic and second how the woman in front of him was a wonderful and admirable witch and the best thing happened to him in centuries. Without further ado, he quickly stood up, Daphne did the same and they both melted into an enthusiastic kiss.
"Stay here for the night," Daphne said after they had separated, Harry's forehead was leaning against hers and his hands were resting on her waist.
"Daphne I can't," Harry said sadly.
"Just lay with me and accompany in my sleep," she insisted, "we don't need do something, just stay here, with me."
"Will you forgive me if I insist in say no?" Harry said, "but promise you I will come early in the morning."
"Only if you answered me honestly the next question," Daphne said, Harry nodded. "Are you really want to leave?"
"Blondie," he said smiling, "you know my answer very well," he gave her a soft kiss in her forehead and after a long stare, Harry Potter disappear rapidly in the shadows. When Daphne went to sleep minutes after his departure, she couldn't help but smile, she had caught the cat, all that was left was to wait.
Out, in the window and doing his best trying to go unnoticed, Harry saw how that blonde witch succumbed to sleep smiling. Why didn't he accept her invitation to stay? Well, the answer was a mystery even for him, but if much of the time he had to use all his self-control to not give in and send everything to hell by making love to her, forgetting the risks y putting her life in jeopardy, what guaranteed that his nature wouldn't give in to the proximity of a potential victim as exposed as her, no matter who she was?, although when he was with her he could suppress his hunting instincts and thirst for blood, it wasn't reliable to know if with the passage of time he wouldn't give in, never in his long life had he been in the company of a woman and in such a vulnerable way as with Daphne and he honestly didn't plan to experiment, in other words, he never had been alone with a woman for so long since Dalia and although sometimes his sex encounters was extended more time than the originally planned, his thirst was even more intense and his behavior wild and fierce. Only for those facts, he couldn't stay with Daphne as she had asked, a vampire didn't have emotions like fear, but after everything that was happening in his life since Daphne's reappearance, he could say with clarity that his nature is on a verge, not for being menaced for the love he feels for Daphne, but for the menace that it represents on his emotions awakening feelings like fear, anxiety, discomfort, nervousness, sadness or happiness, all the things a vampire traditionally cant feel. After Daphne's question, a strong feeling of fear started to make a mess in him and he knew perfectly well that a 'not' would hurt her, but sometimes that was preferable to suffering disastrous consequences later.
He was about to finally leave when a firmly voice scream Diffindo and after so many years, the amulet in his neck was separated from him. The same voice said Reducto and the amulet on the balcony's floor was no more. "Is nearly the sunrise," Theodore Nott appears from the corner of that balcony, "Hi Mr. Potter, Incarcerus."
"So, the little Millicent couldn't maintain her mouth shut," Harry was calmy, but in the bottom trying to decipher how to fight now he don't have the sun protection and was now tied to the metal bars of the railing, "you will pay, that amulet had more history than your pathetic family, Mr. Nott."
"I don't think so", he said confidently and when he noted Harry was trying to activate an emergency portkey in his ring and failing , he began to mock him, "It seems that old age has you a little rusty, Mr. Potter, but hey, it's understandable that this happens to disgusting creatures that feign to have brains.", he strengthened the ties.
"Very well," Harry said still feigning calm, "What you going to do? Let the sun do it job o you have the balls to do it yourself."
"I'm not a stupid Gryffindor," he said firmly, "if the situation with Millicent or Umbridge left a lesson to us, was not to underestimate you at all, and I know you still have some tricks," he felt how Harry was trying to break his mental protections.
"Can you let ask some questions after letting the sun do the job?" Harry can see how the obscurity was turning a little clear.
"With pleasure," Teo said.
"How do you know I was with miss Greengrass?" Harry asked.
"A detection spell in her room and constant surveillance on you," he answered without round, "after all you forget we are wizards, vampire, and we can use the shadows at our favor too."
"Remarkably," Harry said, "using the shadows to hide, mental protections through runes, blood cooling spells and odor masking, bravo!"
"Don't mess with my mind, vampire," Teo said reinforcing his mental barriers.
"What else?" Harry said now mocking, "using the Daphne sister to put a detection spell in her room to detect me and advice you, then, ah! wormwood and lavender mixed on the air to put me in a drowsy state, I'm, correct?"
"I don't know why I can't force you out of my mind, but the game is over to you," Teo said, "in the next minutes you will be turning to dust and finally after many years our group is going to fulfill its objective and you finally going to stay away from my girl."
"So, what do you want? a trophy, an applause," Harry looked how the sun is starting to rise on the horizon.
"Nothing of that," he said smiling with malice, "just the satisfaction of seeing you burn and die, fucking bloodsucker," he started to shoot cutting spells at him.
"Oh, your success is going better to presume it to the others, a bleeding vampire in drowsy state at mercy of the sun," Harry said, "what incredible feat for someone so stupid and coward."
"I'm not a coward," Teo said now angrily.
"Yes, you are since the moment you needed to subdue me totally to confront me," Harry said, the sun was finally starting to erase the last traces of dark and was just mere minutes to be turned to ashes.
"Enjoy your sun bath, Mr. Potter," and with no more words, Theodore Nott disappeared.