A Vampire's Soul

A Vampire’s Soul, chapter ten

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ron, slight Harry/Ron/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/others

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Vampires, so there’s blood mentioned; Slash; some Het, and multi-partners.

Words: About 3,900

Notes: Trying to do things different in this fic than others. I’m trying to keep things as canon as possible, but if it doesn’t fit with my story, then it’s going out the window.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and its characters, nor do I own anything from Dracula.

.-.

Green flames leaped to life and out of them came Severus Snape. He dusted himself off swiftly before addressing the group in the sitting room.

“Good afternoon. I take it by all your long faces that you haven’t found Potter yet.”

The majority of them gave Snape a heated glare, but Snape wasn’t fazed.

“Do you have anything important to tell us?” asked Remus, looking like a guilty parent.

Snape slowly turned toward Remus, a serious look on his face.

“Yes, but I was hoping you found Potter by now.” Before anyone could ask what he meant, Snape stuck his hand inside his robes and, by his forefinger and thumb, pulled out a long, gold chain followed by a locket with an S etched on the front. “I have a feeling Potter would be glad to see this.”

“The locket!” Hermione suddenly shouted from the other side of the room. Everyone turned their gaze toward her and she blushed. “Um, I mean…”

“I know you knew,” said Snape, and then he wrinkled his nose at the words he just used. “And Ronald Weasley knows as well, I believe.”

Ron, who had been standing behind Hermione, walked around her to get into better view. “Yeah, I knew. Harry’s told us about the Horcruxes and the prophecy… that’s why we were with him when we went to find Hufflepuff’s Cup.”

“The place you were attacked,” said Snape. “And where Potter was bitten.”

Ron and Hermione’s faces were pinched as if they were fighting with their emotions, but they stiffly nodded in reply.

“Wait a minute,” said Tonks, whom they all forgotten was there, as well as Kingsley and Dawlish. “Horcruxes? What are those?”

Ron, Hermione, Snape, and Remus looked at one another as if they were expecting the other to start talking, or had an idea of how to approach the subject.

Finally, Remus spoke.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you three about them,” he said carefully. “It’s dangerous enough that Severus and I know.”

“But Ron and Hermione know…” Tonks began to argue.

“That’s because Harry told us,” said Hermione, looking as if her feathers were ruffled. “In which Dumbledore had already told Harry that he could.”

“That’s right,” said Ron, nodding and standing a little closer to Hermione as if ready to defend her honor if any of them tried anything.

The older witches and wizards eyed one another for a minute before they looked back at Ron and Hermione.

“Perhaps it would be wise if we told Tonks, Kingsley, and Dawlish. After all, they’re here to help us with Harry and his situation. It might be best if they were informed about the length in which Harry has to go to defeating Voldemort.”

Tonks, Kingsley, Dawlish, and Snape jerked in shock when Remus said his name, but Ron only shivered a little and Hermione didn’t respond.

“I don’t know,” said Ron after a pause. “Harry was told not to tell anyone else about it, and I’m sure that that means me and Hermione can’t tell anyone either.”

“Ron’s right,” said Hermione. “We should talk to Harry about it first.”

“It may be too late,” said Kingsley. “Harry may have found his Sire and decided to never come back.”

“If he did that then You-Know-Who will never be defeated,” said Tonks sadly.

“Harry won’t give up on us!” said Ron. “We’re his friends. He won’t leave us to die!”

“That’s right,” said Hermione loyally. “Harry would never do anything that would jeopardize our lives.”

.-.

“My God,” Harry gasped, resting his head heavily on the shoulder behind him as strong hands gripped his waist, helping him to move up and down. He had taken others, dominated them, but he had never been dominated before. The feel of a cock inside him was odd at first, but now, after a few hearty thrusts, and his muscles loosening, it felt incredible. He never knew being filled like this, over and over, would feel this good.

“I’m your Sire, not God…”

“Yes,” breathed Harry, voice rumbling with fervor. “My Sire… completely…”

“And you’re completely mine, Harry.”

“Yes!” Harry cried. “I’m your… your…” Try as he might, Harry couldn’t tell his Sire that he was all his. A face, unbidden, surfaced in the forefront of his mind, and his eyes snapped open. “No…”

“What?” Strong hands stilled Harry’s movements, and Harry trembled as if he were afraid his Sire would do something to him—punish him—but that was silly. He wouldn’t…

“I’m—“ Harry tried again. “I’m your Fledgling.”

“That’s right,” growled his Sire as he resumed pushing his cock in and out of Harry. “And don’t you forget it.”

His Sire’s thrusts grew harder and faster with each one, and soon all the harsh pushing and pulling led to Harry being face down on the damp grass and arse high in the air. Rough hands spread his cheeks wide and his Sire’s hips snapped brutally against him. Soon the thrusts came so fast Harry couldn’t tell whether his Sire’s cock was going in or out of him.

Balls tightening up, Harry yelled, “Slow down, slow down!”

His Sire grasped his shoulders to pull him up off the ground and sit him back down into his lap, cock fully embedded in him.

“Don’t like it rough?” was said against Harry’s neck, and then there was a tongue.

“I—I liked it,” panted Harry; his cock twitched, crown purpling. “But I don’t—I want it a bit—a little bit slower…”

Sharp teeth nipped at Harry’s ear and Harry obediently stilled. A hand gently moved from Harry’s chest, to his stomach, to finally wrap around his wet length.

“First time being fucked,” his Sire said into Harry’s ear, “and you want it slow.” Harry felt his Sire’s deep, rumbling laugh as it shook his whole body and warm breath hit his neck. “Heart on your sleeve, that’s what you have, Harry.”

Harry’s eyes prickled. It wasn’t because what his Sire said was true; it was because lately it hadn’t been true. The beast within Harry had been trying to erase his human emotions so that he no longer cared what anyone thought, or what he did to get blood. He’d been foolish and he had to make it up to everyone somehow… if he could find the courage to go back to Grimmauld Place.

“Some would say that having my heart on my sleeve is a good thing,” said Harry, and to show he wasn’t trying to be insubordinate, he wiggled his arse down into his Sire’s lap.

The hand around Harry’s cock tightened and Harry gasped, throwing his head back against his Sire’s shoulder.

“That may be where it rests now, My Fledgling…” his hand lightly caressed the spot on Harry’s chest over his heart. “Now that its life has left your body.”

Harry’s eyes stung again and he turned his head to bury it in the crook of his Sire’s neck.

“I want it back,” he mumbled.

“We all do, love, we all do…” He tilted Harry’s head the other way, exposing his neck better. “Us Daywalkers have been striving to discover just where our heartbeats have flown to—that is something we’ve been researching for years. We are undead, yes, but we still have our souls. The price we pay for being careless around the soulless beasts is to never hear the sweet thud, thud, thud echoing through our bodies.”

Harry’s head rolled lazily on his Sire’s shoulder, touched by those words.

Eyes closed, Harry didn’t notice his Sire’s fangs growing longer. However, the touch of nose and lips against his neck startled him, but his Sire shushed him gently and then dragged his tongue up along a sensitive spot.

Still riding his Sire’s cock, his own leaking excess amount of precome, Harry totally submitted to him.

“Love is not gone from our lives, my Fledgling, it is only harder to hold on to.”

And with fangs piercing his skin, Harry succumbed to the raging heat within and let go.

.-.

“So, is this really it?” Ron said, staring at the locket in the palm of his hand. “Is this the locket that we’re supposed to destroy?”

“It’s got Slytherin’s crest on it,” said Hermione, ogling it. Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, and Dawlish huddled around them to look at it also. Snape was standing off to the side, watching them carefully.

“You have to destroy this?” said Tonks.

“Harry does,” corrected Remus.

“Only Harry?” said Kingsley.

Remus looked over at Snape, but Snape didn’t seem to care one way or another that he was telling them about the Horcruxes. Well, he was only telling them as much as he figured he should.

“Yes,” he said, locking gazes with Kingsley. “If anyone else tries to destroy the Horcruxes, something terrible happens to them.”

“Like Dumbledore’s hand!” Hermione said suddenly, pleased that she figured it out.

“Exactly,” said Remus. “When Dumbledore destroyed the ring, it placed a slow killing curse on him, starting from his ring finger. It made its way up Dumbledore’s arm, rotting everything as it went.”

“So, it really wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own that he died,” said Ron. “I mean, he was dying already from the ring and—like it was said during Snape’s Ministry hearing—from a potion that he drank. The potion and curse would have been more of a slow and painful death for him.”

Remus exchanged a quick glance with Snape before answering. “Yes.”

The room went quiet as if they had just agreed to give Dumbledore a small vow of silence.

“Well, I can’t stand around here all day, I have things to do.” Snape turned toward the fireplace and prepared to use the Floo Network. “I will keep in touch, Lupin,” he said, and then he was gone.

After a moment, Remus turned to Ron and Hermione and said, “Keep the locket with Hufflepuff’s cup. I’m sure Harry will be coming back.”

“I hope you’re right,” said Kingsley. “And if he’s not back by tomorrow, then I’ll see if the Minister would organize a search party. If he really is the key to defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, then we need him here with us, in our plans.”

“And we need him to join the Order. Speaking of which, we need to conduct a meeting some time. Think you can get a message to all those that are able to come, Kingsley?”

“No problem, Remus. Is the meeting just for bringing in new members, or will there be anything else discussed?”

Remus pursed his lips in thought for a minute. “I think there will be plenty of discussion.”

“All right. I’ll be going, then.”

Kingsley disappeared in the green flames. Dawlish stood.

“I should go check on Moody and see how he’s progressing. If all goes well, he should be good enough to attend the meeting.”

“Okay. An Order meeting just isn’t the same without Moody there,” grinned Remus.

Dawlish grinned back. “Too true. Well, good luck finding Mr. Potter.”

“Later, Dawlish.”

As the Auror Dawlish disappeared, Tonks gripped Remus’s elbow and turned him around to face her.

“Just how is Harry supposed to defeat You-Know-Who when he’s a vampire now? That is what I’d like to know.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure there was a reason for this happening to him.”

Tonks sighed. “I hope you’re right, because if you’re not and Harry is no longer fit to win against the evilest wizard in the world…”

“It’s all right, Tonks,” said Remus, rubbing her arms up and down. “Don’t get so worked up about it. We just need to do what we can to survive.”

“So when were you going to tell me about the Horcruxes?”

Remus squeezed his eyes shut as if he were having a migraine, and took a deep breath.

“It really wasn’t my decision to make. Once Harry finds out that you, Kingsley, and Dawlish know, he’ll have puppies.”

Ron let out a snort of laughter. “Wolf cubs, maybe.”

“And just how is Harry supposed to destroy those things without getting hurt?” said Tonks.

“I don’t know how, or how it’s possible, but he had done it before with one of the Horcruxes.”

“I think I heard about that,” she said. “You-Know-Who’s diary, right?”

“That’s the one,” said Hermione.

Ron sat down heavily on the couch, locket still in his hand.

“Blimey, we’ve been trying and trying to think up how we’re supposed to destroy that cup, but we’ve been coming up blank.”

“Have you been discussing it with Harry?” asked Remus.

“When he was here, yeah,” said Hermione. She took a seat next to Ron. “That was the same night that Harry got upset with us and went into Malfoy’s room.”

“Speaking of which, is the ferret still here?”

“Ron!”

“What?” said Ron, frowning. “I was just asking a question.”

“Yes, Draco’s still here,” said Remus. “And stop calling him names. You’re not first years any more.”

Ron crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll stop if he does.”

“Ron, he hasn’t been bothering us since he’s been here,” said Hermione. “Just give it a rest. Honestly!”

“If you two are finished?” said Remus. “Can we try to think up ways for Harry to destroy these Horcruxes?”

No one spoke as the four of them thought to themselves. After a moment, Remus got tired of being on his feet and sat in the main armchair that Harry usually took, but Tonks remained standing. She was looking like she wanted to sit in Remus’s lap, but refrained.

“Tonks,” said Remus, and his voice sounded a little louder than it should because of the ominous silence in the room. “Maybe you should go check on Draco, see how he’s doing.”

Tonks frowned, but did as asked. The room was deathly quiet again; the only sound now was the crackling fire in the hearth.

“Wait a minute,” said Ron suddenly, picking at the edge of the locket. “This looks like it’s…”

A knock on the door interrupted him. Astonished, they stared at one another, eyes wide. After the second knock, they went for their wands.

“Who’d be knocking?” whispered Hermione. “All those that know where the place is just uses the Floo…”

“And there can’t have been a leak…” said Ron.

“It could be Harry,” said Remus. “But just in case, keep your wands out.”

They nodded at him as he stood and made his way to the door. He kept his wand out, but he held it at his side. Opening the door the way they used to when people used it, Remus peeked out the crack, remembering the old security they took; one of the chain locks was in place.

“Who’s there?” he said.

“Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic.”

“How do I know it’s really you, and how’d you find the place?” demanded Remus. “It’s under Fidelius!”

“It’s ok,” said Harry in a soft voice behind the Minister. “It really is Scrimgeour.”

“Harry!” cried Remus and he flung open the door. Ron and Hermione leapt from their spots the moment they heard Remus say Harry’s name and ran to the door. “My God, Harry, where’ve you been? We’ve been worried sick…”

“Am I allowed to enter the house, then?” asked Scrimgeour.

“Of course, of course,” said Remus, too delighted to see Harry back. “Come in.”

“Thank you,” said the Minister, and he strode in right away. Harry didn’t have a chance to use his feet by himself as Remus, Ron, and Hermione grabbed hold of him and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut. They took turns giving him bone-crushing hugs.

“Oh, Harry, we were so worried!” sniffled Hermione in Harry’s shoulder. “Some thought that you left us for good, but I never doubted for a second…”

Harry squirmed out of her tight embrace, cheeks pink. “I’m fine, Hermione, and of course I was coming back. I just needed to take care of a few things.”

“Did you find a new Horcrux?” Ron asked, fidgeting. He acted as if he wanted to give Harry another hug.

Harry frowned deeply. “Unfortunately, no.” He looked up and watched Scrimgeour take in his surroundings with some fascination. Remus was pouring the Minister a glass of mulled-mead, and Scrimgeour thanked him as he took it.

“Did you find anything?” Hermione asked.

Harry’s eyes suddenly went out of focus as if he were in such deep thought he wasn’t seeing what was in front of him.

“Yeah,” he said without thinking.

“What?” asked Hermione.

Harry wasn’t listening. He kept his eyes on the scene between Scrimgeour and Remus. They seemed to be talking about something in low voices, but he couldn’t hear them properly from where he stood.

“Harry?” said Hermione, nudging him. He came out of his trance.

“Huh?” he said. “What?”

“I asked what you found.”

“Oh, um…” Harry’s gaze went back to the two men. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s nothing’?” said Ron. “You had to have come back for some reason, and I’m guessing it’s because you found one of the things you were searching for. So, what was it?”

Harry looked back and forth between them, and then shook his head, mouth set in a firm line.

“I’ll tell you later.”

Before they could say anything, Harry moved away from them and went over to the two men sitting on the couch. Remus was just asking where Scrimgeour had found Harry.

“The young man has an aptitude for danger,” said Scrimgeour. “If it weren’t for me, I don’t think he’d ever find his way out of the Black Forest relatively unharmed.”

“The Black Forest?” Remus said, exasperated. “What the hell was he trying to accomplish there?”

Harry was about to say something, but Scrimgeour held up a hand without looking at him, and Harry fell silent. Remus gave Harry a glance to see him standing there, and then brought his eyes back to Scrimgeour. He had also taken note of what he had just witnessed.

“From what I guessed, he was there to kill the one that bit him.”

Remus looked up at Harry, whom stopped looking nervous and was trying to glare in annoyance at Scrimgeour but wasn’t succeeding.

“Is this true, Harry?” Remus asked.

“What of it?” snapped Harry. He wasn’t sure what he was irritated about, but his weary body was heating up with anger.

“I was just asking,” said Remus apologetically. “There’s no need to be rude. Was that all you went to the Black Forest to do, get revenge on the vampire that bit you?”

“Mainly, yes,” said Harry.

“Mainly? Was there another reason?”

Harry opened his mouth as if he were about to retort, but fell silent again. What was odd to Remus was that Harry kept staring at Scrimgeour, and if memory served Remus correctly, Harry didn’t like the Minister, so why was he taking orders from him from a simple hand gesture?

Before Harry could say anything, Scrimgeour spoke.

“He found the soulless creature that bit him and did, indeed, kill him. Right, Harry?”

Harry stared at Scrimgeour for a few moments before looking at Remus.

“Yeah, that’s right,” said Harry slowly. “I killed the monster that bit me, and I killed whoever else attacked me.”

“You see,” continued Scrimgeour, “soulless vampires are dangerous, especially in packs, but they lack discipline and knowledge. Their souls are gone and nothing but the evil monster inside them remains and takes them over. They have nothing but blood and flesh on their minds, and if you don’t have the proper training or knowledge to defeat them, then you’re at their mercy, and there would be a good chance you were killed or Turned into one of them.”

Remus nodded. “This is true. It is nearly the same with werewolves”—Scrimgeour twitched—“and one having the knowledge. If you don’t understand, then you get careless and end up bitten.”

“And you were bitten when you were young, yes?”

Remus looked away, sadness engraved on his face.

“Yeah,” he said. “I was young and foolish.”

“Shit happens, Remus,” said Scrimgeour, nodding in understanding. “I know what it’s like to learn a hard lesson.”

A hand on Harry’s shoulder startled him from the men’s conversation.

“We’re going up to bed now,” said Ron. He still had his hand on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry nodded. “All right.”

“Um, do you want us to share a room?” When Harry’s eyes widened in shock, Ron went pink, looked at his shoes, and said, “It’s just that… you look rather down and peaked. Perhaps you’d like a bit of blood?”

Harry’s eyes remained wide and started to glisten. “You’d really let me?”

Ron put his hands behind his back and shuffled his feet nervously. “Well, yeah… I mean, I’m worried about you. And if you were in a fight with a bunch of soulless vampires and wasted a lot of energy, and haven’t even had much blood in the passed eight or nine hours you were gone…”

“Twelve, I think,” said Harry.

“Right. About twelve hours… and you’re looking horribly pale… I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you just because I didn’t agree to let you take some of my blood. You’d do the same for me, right?”

Harry could hardly breath from the high emotions that were swelling inside him.

“Yeah… yeah, I’d do the same.”

“I’ll let you have some of mine too,” said Hermione softly. “I—I really don’t mind. As long as we have a Blood Replenisher at hand, and you have a bit more control over your intake…”

During the conversation, Remus and Scrimgeour were looking on in wonder and amazement.

“Your Blood Dolls, Harry?” said Scrimgeour.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione blushed.

“Yeah…” Harry said. “But I don’t want them to be my Dolls forever. If I’m making them suffer in any way, I’d rather suffer…”

“Oh, Harry…” said Hermione forlornly, but touched.

“There’s no need to be so noble about it,” said Ron.

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the feel of Scrimgeour’s hand on his arm. He had forgotten just how close he was to the back of the couch that they were sitting on.

“If you need to replenish your energy, go do it. I’ll be here, speaking with Remus.”

Ron, Hermione, and Remus were staring at Harry and Scrimgeour in confusion. They’d never seen these two look so natural and content together before. Hermione opened her mouth to comment, but then Ron was tugging at her sleeve and moving her toward the stairs.

“Let’s go to bed then,” he said.

Harry nodded and turned to follow them.

But when he turned, the glow from the fireplace shone on Harry’s profile and there, before Remus’s eyes, were two small, recent-looking bite marks on Harry’s neck.

Remus brought his gaze back to Scrimgeour.

“Was Harry bit by a soulless vampire during the fight at all?”

Scrimgeour stared at him as if he were wondering the same thing, but then a slight gleam was in his eyes and a sly smile casually formed on his lips.

“No. It wasn't a soulless vampire that bit him.”

TBC