The Night Beguiles
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,985
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Night Beguiles
TITLE: The Night Beguiles.
SUMMARY: Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, is now the most powerful vampire to have lived. Will Jean-Claude help this new vamp, or try to kill it, with the help of Anita? Cross-over – Harry Potter, Anita Blake.
RATED: R
ENQUIRIES: If you have any questions please review and I’ll write the answer in the next chapter.
Jean-Claude sat at his highly furnished desk in his office at Guilty Plees. es. As master vampire of the city, he was a very busy man, controlling his vampires, calling his wolves, therefore, mild irritation settled on the back of his mind when he felt the creation of a new vampire. A new, very strong vampire it would seem. He reached out his mind in order to discover the whereabouts of such a strong vampire when he felt himself come up against a barrier of the mind, something he had never experienced before in all his hundreds of years.
He explored the barrier to find it was weakening as this human was transforming, however many warning signals came up in Jean-Claude’s mind. The first being that any human who was turning into a vampire should be dead, therefore how can this human have a conscious grasp of the mind. Secondly, that mind control took hundreds upon hundreds of years to control to such an extent as this human was portraying.
The barrier weakened, allowing Jean-Claude access to the now feeble mind, and what he saw there shocked him to the very core. Amidst the blinding green light that was surrounding this man, because it was certainly a man, Jean-Claude established that this new vampire was born, not in America, but in Europe, more exactly on a road called Privet drive, in England.
A vampire born without intention, without cause, was made in England and Jean-Claude could feel it in America. This had to be one hell of a vampire; one that jean-Claude did not intend to have as an enemy.
* * * * * * * * *
Harry Potter was sat placidly on his small bed, in the smallest bedroom in Privet drive. He was holding a photograph, and studying it intently, a photograph of his mother, Lily, his father James, his godfather Sirius and his only remaining link to the past, Remus Lupin.
Lupin was now Harry sole grasp onto his history, his parents and his life, and Harry kept a hold on it very tightly. Losing Sirius had been a hardship that Harry had never endured before.
Yes, he had lost his parents, but he had not been capable of remembering them until the mirror incident in his first year, and the dementor incident in his third year. And yes, he had been the cause of cedric’s death, (“kill the spare”), but they had not promised refuge from the Dursley’s or a home to live in within the magical community. Oh no, only Sirius had done that, and Harry had killed him for it.
Harry picked up the knife beside the photograph and held it tentatively to his skin. He had never done this before, but had wanted to since he got back from Hogwarts. His skin seemed to be charge with too much anger and hatred, and he didn’t want to live like that. He drew the knife steadily and deeply across his skin and then held it back waiting for the relief.
Instead, the metallic scent of blood drifted up to his nose, causing him to salivate at the thought of drinking it. Before processing these thoughts Harry licked the wound clean of blood and moaned in delight. Banging on his door alerted him to the presence of others, his senses were in overload and he couldn’t here the shouting.
Vernon Dursley entered the smallest bedroom of privet drive and immediately noticed the blood-ridden sheets; ignoring the young man sat on the bed.
“Why you little runt you’ll be cleaning these with your bare-”
V
Vernon stopped. He had to really, he had no choice. He had just met the gaze of the most powerful vampire to have been created on his own, and was now enraptured. He knelt down on the floor and offered his wrists up to Harry without a word.
Harry took them, and ran fangs over the thin layer of skin on Vernon’s right wrist. Eyes glowing red, Harry bit down hard and sucked the blood of his guardian for 16 years. Vernon only smiled throughout the process. Without the vampire magic, this would of course hurt like hell, but Harry was none the wiser for helping Dursley.
Hearing footsteps proceeding quietly to his door, Harry flung Vernon away from him, with the ease of throwing paper into the trash, and wiped his mouth of blood in an animalistic fashion.
Petunia Dursley opened the door to Harry’s bedroom and screamed at the sight of her husband. A long piercing scream into the night that was heard many houses away. She ran blindly down the stairs, only to be met by a red-eyed Harry Potter at the bottom of them, appearing, in her mind, like magic. She turned and ran in the opposite direction, cat and mouse style, until her hands were being held by Harry and her gaze met his eyes. She was lost. Though she was certainly not last.
Dudley Dursley was next, until the sun rose outside and Harry died. The rosy tinge on his cheeks not produced by his own blood, but the blood of his family. Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, only vampire to be created without a bite from another, now had no family, and was now a murderer, for he killed when he fed, and for that, he will be condemned.
SUMMARY: Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, is now the most powerful vampire to have lived. Will Jean-Claude help this new vamp, or try to kill it, with the help of Anita? Cross-over – Harry Potter, Anita Blake.
RATED: R
ENQUIRIES: If you have any questions please review and I’ll write the answer in the next chapter.
Jean-Claude sat at his highly furnished desk in his office at Guilty Plees. es. As master vampire of the city, he was a very busy man, controlling his vampires, calling his wolves, therefore, mild irritation settled on the back of his mind when he felt the creation of a new vampire. A new, very strong vampire it would seem. He reached out his mind in order to discover the whereabouts of such a strong vampire when he felt himself come up against a barrier of the mind, something he had never experienced before in all his hundreds of years.
He explored the barrier to find it was weakening as this human was transforming, however many warning signals came up in Jean-Claude’s mind. The first being that any human who was turning into a vampire should be dead, therefore how can this human have a conscious grasp of the mind. Secondly, that mind control took hundreds upon hundreds of years to control to such an extent as this human was portraying.
The barrier weakened, allowing Jean-Claude access to the now feeble mind, and what he saw there shocked him to the very core. Amidst the blinding green light that was surrounding this man, because it was certainly a man, Jean-Claude established that this new vampire was born, not in America, but in Europe, more exactly on a road called Privet drive, in England.
A vampire born without intention, without cause, was made in England and Jean-Claude could feel it in America. This had to be one hell of a vampire; one that jean-Claude did not intend to have as an enemy.
* * * * * * * * *
Harry Potter was sat placidly on his small bed, in the smallest bedroom in Privet drive. He was holding a photograph, and studying it intently, a photograph of his mother, Lily, his father James, his godfather Sirius and his only remaining link to the past, Remus Lupin.
Lupin was now Harry sole grasp onto his history, his parents and his life, and Harry kept a hold on it very tightly. Losing Sirius had been a hardship that Harry had never endured before.
Yes, he had lost his parents, but he had not been capable of remembering them until the mirror incident in his first year, and the dementor incident in his third year. And yes, he had been the cause of cedric’s death, (“kill the spare”), but they had not promised refuge from the Dursley’s or a home to live in within the magical community. Oh no, only Sirius had done that, and Harry had killed him for it.
Harry picked up the knife beside the photograph and held it tentatively to his skin. He had never done this before, but had wanted to since he got back from Hogwarts. His skin seemed to be charge with too much anger and hatred, and he didn’t want to live like that. He drew the knife steadily and deeply across his skin and then held it back waiting for the relief.
Instead, the metallic scent of blood drifted up to his nose, causing him to salivate at the thought of drinking it. Before processing these thoughts Harry licked the wound clean of blood and moaned in delight. Banging on his door alerted him to the presence of others, his senses were in overload and he couldn’t here the shouting.
Vernon Dursley entered the smallest bedroom of privet drive and immediately noticed the blood-ridden sheets; ignoring the young man sat on the bed.
“Why you little runt you’ll be cleaning these with your bare-”
V
Vernon stopped. He had to really, he had no choice. He had just met the gaze of the most powerful vampire to have been created on his own, and was now enraptured. He knelt down on the floor and offered his wrists up to Harry without a word.
Harry took them, and ran fangs over the thin layer of skin on Vernon’s right wrist. Eyes glowing red, Harry bit down hard and sucked the blood of his guardian for 16 years. Vernon only smiled throughout the process. Without the vampire magic, this would of course hurt like hell, but Harry was none the wiser for helping Dursley.
Hearing footsteps proceeding quietly to his door, Harry flung Vernon away from him, with the ease of throwing paper into the trash, and wiped his mouth of blood in an animalistic fashion.
Petunia Dursley opened the door to Harry’s bedroom and screamed at the sight of her husband. A long piercing scream into the night that was heard many houses away. She ran blindly down the stairs, only to be met by a red-eyed Harry Potter at the bottom of them, appearing, in her mind, like magic. She turned and ran in the opposite direction, cat and mouse style, until her hands were being held by Harry and her gaze met his eyes. She was lost. Though she was certainly not last.
Dudley Dursley was next, until the sun rose outside and Harry died. The rosy tinge on his cheeks not produced by his own blood, but the blood of his family. Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, only vampire to be created without a bite from another, now had no family, and was now a murderer, for he killed when he fed, and for that, he will be condemned.