A Vampire's Soul

A Vampire’s Soul, chapter twelve

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 5,100

Notes: Trying to do things different in this fic than others. This is pre-HBP.

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

Chapter written: April 18th, 2007

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Three days had passed since the discovery that Harry and Hermione made about Slytherin’s locket. Curiosity getting the better of them, they began to research just who R.A.B. was. Hermione said that it had to be a former Death Eater, and every bit of detail Harry ran into pointed to her conclusion.

“So, what surname do we know that starts with ‘B’ and has dark wizards associated with them?”

“You can’t mean who I think you mean,” said Harry, staring at her with shock.

“Who else do you know that fits that description?” she said, looking smug.

“What about the Bulstrodes?” said Harry. “Their last name begins with ‘B’ and they have some Death Eater connections.”

“We don’t know that,” said Hermione. She closed the textbook she’d been reading and picked up another tome, entitled Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. “For all we know, Millicent Bulstrode’s family could be just Voldemort sympathizers. Besides, the first initial is ‘R’, and the person is dead now, according to that note you found…”

Harry’s eyes widened in slow comprehension. There was only one Black that he knew of that got in too deep with Voldemort’s followers and then panicked and wanted out. Harry thought that he died on Voldemort’s orders because he wanted out, but the clues seem to be pointing to the possibility of him being the one to discover Voldemort’s secret about the Horcruxes. Perhaps he didn’t die from being murdered by a Death Eater – perhaps he died by destroying the locket!

He stood swiftly and suddenly, making Hermione jump from her spot on the sitting room floor, and made his way to the Black family tree. Harry’s eyes roamed down the line, past Uncle Alphard, past the other names that linked to other Blacks, past the Malfoys (but he paused for a moment at Draco’s name before continuing), and stopped right where Sirius and his family were.

“There,” he said softly when Hermione appeared by his elbow. “Regulus Black.”

“But do we know what his middle name is?” she asked.

“The only way to find out is to ask someone who knows, and those that most likely know would be related to him.”

Hermione bit her top lip. “You mean Draco?”

“He may know, he may not,” said Harry. He stared at the rest of the names on the old parchment. “Tonks might know, Malfoy’s mother might know, Tonks’ mother might know… just who do we contact first?”

“The less threatening ones?” said Hermione. “Tonks and her mother, perhaps?”

Harry nodded, and then he turned and made his way back upstairs to his room. He found Hedwig in her cage, asleep. He hadn’t been giving her as much attention as he should have been, and he felt bad about it, but he also had a good excuse. Now he can make up for lost time with his beloved owl.

“Hedwig,” he said gently, opening the cage. “Hey, girl; are you too sleepy to deliver a letter for me?”

Hedwig moved her head from under her wing to give him a reproachful look.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been paying attention to you lately, but as you can probably sense, I’m not human anymore. I was bitten, and then Turned, by vampires. You know the whole story, right?” Harry lightly petted one of Hedwig’s wings. “Can you deliver something for me? I really do need your help.”

Hedwig bobbed her head three times before hopping out of her cage and onto his arm. Harry handed her an owl treat as thanks, and then made his way toward the desk where his writing supplies were. Hermione came in the room just as Harry was halfway done with writing a letter to Tonks’ mother, Andromeda.

“Maybe you should write to Draco’s mother too,” she said.

“I’ll talk to Malfoy first before I do that,” said Harry. He quickly finished his letter, signed it, and then rolled it up neatly. Hedwig flapped her wings excitedly, knowing that soon she’ll be doing her job for her master again. “Here you go, girl,” said Harry, tying it to her leg. “Now, don’t let anyone else get it—there’s a good girl.”

Hedwig hooted affectionately, nipping at Harry’s fingers as he carried her to the window. She flew out gracefully, the stars and moon shining brightly over the landscape.

“I’m more like Hedwig now,” sighed Harry as he stared after her.

“You mean you’re both night fliers?” said Hermione.

Harry snickered. “Well, there’s that, but I was referring to the fact that we’re both mostly nocturnal. Actually, I never thought about flying around outside with her; I may have to do that when she returns.” Harry closed the window and made his way back to his desk. “Perhaps I should compose a letter to Mrs. Malfoy.”

Hermione nodded, sitting on Harry’s unmade bed, and opened her text again. “And I’ll keep reading . . . we may have figured out who R.A.B. is, but we still need to figure out how to destroy Horcruxes.”

.-.

The next day, there seemed to be a big to-do going on in the room that the Order normally had their meetings. Remus, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley were in there, putting together a long table and making sure there was enough chairs to go around. Mrs. Weasley, whom Harry was very surprised to see come out of the fireplace this morning, was in the kitchen, baking. When Mrs. Weasley seen Harry the moment she arrived, her eyes welled up with tears and she nearly crushed his spine when she hugged him. After everyone that was to be there was present, and had said their hellos to him, Harry retreated to his room and sat by the window, watching the skies for any signs of Hedwig - even though he knew that she wouldn’t be back so soon.

“Harry?” said Ron as he entered the room. “Um, you’re wanted downstairs.”

“What for?” he asked pessimistically.

“I don’t know,” said Ron. “And stop being so gloomy and dark; you’re scaring Ginny.”

“Well, she better get used to it, because I’ll be this way forever.”

He stood and casually made his way out the door. Ron was eyeing him oddly, but he didn’t care. Was it really his fault that Ron’s sister was unintentionally scared of him now that he was a vampire? She needed to find the source of her issue and figure it out, because he wasn’t about to tiptoe around her.

“Harry, there you are,” said Remus. There were more people downstairs waiting for him than he expected. “Come join us for our meeting.”

“Are you going to announce your decision to thrust a stake into my heart and behead me?”

They stared at him incredulously, anxiously, or blankly. Only Ron and Hermione were smirking; they knew that Harry didn’t believe that.

“Oh, Harry, don’t be silly!” said Mrs. Weasley. “We need you present because we’re initiating you!”

“And Draco,” said Remus. “So, if you’ll all follow me, we can get seated and begin.”

Harry’s gaze immediately sought-after Malfoy. To Harry’s delight, Malfoy blushed the moment they looked at each other.

They were all herded into the meeting room. It looked as if there were enchantments placed on the room, because it looked a lot bigger than it did a few minutes ago. The table was the longest Harry had ever seen it, and there were many floating, silver and gold candles above it. Remus ushered Harry and Malfoy to the head of the table, where there was one chair, but Remus didn’t take it. Harry stared at Remus while everyone else filed in and took a seat. It wasn’t just the original Order members there; Harry’s friends, including Luna, Ginny, and surprisingly enough, Dean, Seamus, Neville, and Parvati, were there and they sat closest to the front. On the other side sat Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. He wondered if they’d been owled about this, and requested to join as well.

Malfoy was staring at some of Harry’s friends with contempt, but some he just gave vacant looks. Harry hoped that was a good sign. When all were settled in, they were either chatting with their neighbors or staring at him, Remus, and Malfoy.

Remus took out his wand and lit it. The entire room fell silent.

“Could I have your attention? Now that we’re all finally here, we can begin with the initiations. As most of you know, Harry would have joined us sooner, had it not been for those soulless vampires that attacked him, Ron, and Hermione in the Black Forest. He’s been going through a lot of adjustments, so I ask that you all cooperate. Ron and Hermione had already been initiated into the Order last week”—Harry cut his eyes to his two best friends, surprised—“and I know that not all of you could make it for their initiation, but I am proud to see all of you here tonight for Harry’s initiation, as well as Draco Malfoy’s.”

There was some harsh whispering at the mention of Malfoy. Harry guessed they didn’t know about Malfoy also being initiated and it made him wonder if they were going to revolt.

“Yes, I know that you weren’t told about him,” said Remus. “But you need not worry; he really is on our side, just like Severus Snape is. His mother pleaded with me and Snape to make sure that he stays safe…”

At the mention of Snape’s name, Harry glanced around the table. Sure enough, Snape was there sitting next to Mad-Eye Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“…And he will be kept safe, or those that don’t comply with the request will only get one warning, and then they’re not allowed to be in the Order anymore.”

More mutterings and whispers followed the statement. Harry decided to talk to Malfoy very soon about being on their side.

“So, does anyone have any objections?”

A few hands flew up, but then a couple of those raised hands went down quickly as if worried that they were doing something wrong.

“Those that have their hands up can come talk to Moody after the meeting.”

The hands immediately went down.

“After the initiation is done,” Remus continued, “then we need to discuss just what Dumbledore meant in his will when he said that we all need to look to Harry for leadership.”

Harry turned his head so quickly he thought he might get whiplash. Massaging the back of his neck, Harry said disbelievingly, “What?”

“Is that really what Dumbledore wrote in his will?” said Dawlish.

“Yes, that is what Dumbledore wrote,” said Remus, looking weary. “I have the will on me, actually. Would you like to see it?”

“Yes,” said Dawlish. A few others nodded their heads as well, looking skeptical. Harry looked at Malfoy and was surprised to see that Malfoy was looking irritated by Dawlish. Harry wondered if Malfoy had seen Dumbledore’s will already.

Calmly, Remus took out a folded up parchment from his robe, opened it, and laid it down on the table. Next, he took out his wand and aimed it in the middle of the parchment. He muttered a spell that enabled the writings on the parchment to shine on the ceiling above them. Everyone looked up; some had to move their heads around so that they could read it better. Remus pointed to the beginning of the last paragraph.

“It says right here: ‘I entrust to all members of the Order of the Phoenix to look to Harry James Potter for leadership. He is bestowed a great gift in defeating Lord Voldemort, along with as much knowledge as I could give him. Treat him as you had treated me: with respect, loyalty, love, and understanding. Follow him if you truly wish for freedom from Lord Voldemort’s oppression.’”

Remus paused, allowing for it all to sink in, before ending the spell. Everyone’s attention was brought back to Remus, Harry, and Malfoy.

“And as you could see, the truth of Dumbledore’s death is also in the will. Now, can we continue with what we originally came here for?”

Harry’s mind was still reeling from what Dumbledore had written in his will about him when Remus approached him. Remus asked Harry to take some kind of vow, but Harry wasn’t taking it all in. Just what did Dumbledore mean when he said that they should all look to him for leadership? Did it mean what he dared think it meant? He glanced at Hermione, who was staring at him with shining eyes. He looked around the room and noticed that his friends were also staring at him with admiration and loyalty, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. Harry felt as if he failed Dumbledore, again. He wasn’t supposed to be a vampire . . . Dumbledore hadn’t counted on Harry getting bit and then Turned—how was he supposed to lead anyone, let alone a whole group, now that he was part of the undead?

“Harry James Potter, do you swear to uphold justice, truth, and the goodness of wizard-kind for as long as you live, to protect us and the innocent people, wizard and Muggle alike, from harm?”

Harry inclined his head slightly, staring straight into Remus’s eyes. He didn’t catch everything Remus said before that, but decided to make it look good and just agree. He could always ask Remus to repeat himself later if he really wanted.

“Then, by the power invested in me and the late, great Albus Dumbledore, I bequeath you a member of the Order of the Phoenix.”

.-.

The same thing was done with Malfoy, but Harry wasn’t paying attention. He stood there, eyes roaming around the room at everyone else. When his gaze fell upon Fred and George, they gave him goofy grins. Harry wasn’t sure if he liked the looks of those grins, but decided to play innocent and smile back. Harry’s fanged smile made Fred and George look even happier and they gave Harry the thumbs-up.

“Ok,” said Remus. “Now on to our next order of business.” He glanced around the room. “Anyone want to voice their thoughts on what Dumbledore meant in his will about Harry?”

Many hands rose. Remus debated on whom to call on first. Finally, he pointed to Moody, elder and VIP member. Moody stood from his chair to speak.

“I think we all understand what Dumbledore’s words meant,” he said loudly. His magical eye swiveled round the room, and then finally landed on Harry. His normal eye caught up with it, and he gave Harry a half-smile. “Potter is to be our new leader.”

Harry’s gut feeling came true. As everyone cheered, clapped, groaned, talked noisily with their neighbors, or frowned sourly, Harry peered at Remus doubtfully.

“He’s not serious,” he said to Remus, who could barely hear Harry over everyone. “I’m not fit to lead the Order.”

Remus leaned in closer to speak into Harry’s ear. “It seems to me that you’re more than qualified to lead a group such as this. Remember Dumbledore’s Army?”

“That’s not the same. I was doing it to teach everyone how to defend themselves and to rebel against that idiot Umbridge.”

“You were still a great leader, and they believed in you. This isn’t any different, other than the fact that you get to lead more people.”

Harry shook his head, not believing any of this. Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder and he was spun around.

“Potter, get a grip on yourself!” growled Malfoy. “Dumbledore knew what he was talking about when he wrote that in his will. Since you are the only one that can defeat Vol—Vol—You-Know-Who, I think it’s a good match.”

Harry shook his head again. “I—I can’t…”

Malfoy grasped Harry by the shoulders and shook him lightly a few times. “Potter, you CAN. Everyone here looks up to you! Even if some don’t fancy the idea of you being their commander, they still see you as the savior of the wizarding world. You give everyone hope.”

Harry blinked, confused. “Malfoy, you’re actually talking sense—and you sound as if you honestly care.”

“I do care,” said Malfoy, his cheeks tinting softly. “Because I don’t want to see you, of all people, turn into mush just because you’re promoted to leader of a well-organized and powerful group. Also, I refuse to be led by an incompetent fool.”

Harry furrowed his brow. He knew that he could have led a group such as this, but now… now he was a vampire. He was dangerous to everyone in the Order, and if he wasn’t careful he could have almost everyone here bitten.

Remus raised his wand again to get everyone to quiet down. It worked, and all eyes were on them.

“I know that we should vote on this, but since Dumbledore had already named Harry as his successor, it seems futile. We’ll do it anyway. All those in favor of Harry Potter being our new leader?”

Many, many hands went up. This moment reminded Harry of the time when he was taken to a hearing simply because he did underage magic to defend himself against dementors and they were voting on Harry’s verdict. However, this time there were more people voting, and more hands in the air. It also reminded him of the time during the first DA meeting when they were voting on him to be the leader.

“Opposed?”

Four hands went up, the owners of the hands frowning deeply. Harry thought he had seen Snape’s hand about to go up, but then it was in his lap. He wondered whether Snape had his hand up in voting at all.

“Then I guess it is official now; Harry Potter is our new leader.”

Everyone clapped heartily and loudly, except for a couple that disapproved with Harry being their leader; they just sat back and folded their arms over their chests. The other two that had opposed to Harry being leader were clapping politely; Snape included.

Remus pulled out the empty chair at the head of the table. “This is your spot now, Harry. It had once belonged to Dumbledore.”

Harry stared at the comfy, red velvet chair, and then looked up at the members. There were many smiling faces, some teary eyed, as they watched him. Harry still couldn’t believe that he was now head of the Order. How was this going to fit into his life now? He sat, feeling very self-conscious with everyone staring at him.

“Uh, since Harry isn’t aware of the business we’re going to talk about today, I will continue with addressing the issues,” said Remus. “As you all know, Harry is much closer to defeating Voldemort than ever before”—some cringed at the sound of Voldemort’s name—“but we all need to lend him a helping hand when he asks for it. Most of you have been informed about Harry now being a vampire…”

“Way to go, Harry!” crowed the Weasley twins.

“Fred, George, hush!” said Mrs. Weasley.

“This does not mean,” continued Remus as if he weren’t interrupted, “that you need to fear him.” He glanced at Ginny, who blushed. “He is still the same old Harry we know and love, because he is a Daywalker. In other words, he still has his soul. Therefore, he still has love, and if he can still love, he’s still able to defeat Voldemort.”

“Hear, hear!” cried Seamus Finnigan. Some began to talk to each other again, but Remus’s voice cut through them.

“Because of Harry being Turned, I asked Eldred Worple to ask Sanguini if he could inform The Order of the Dragon about him, and see if any of the Daywalkers wouldn’t mind joining forces with us.”

They all started up again, this time slightly louder. Remus allowed it for only a minute, and then he raised his wand for peace.

“Please settle down, there is more to discuss. Now, we have some news . . . I’m not sure if it’s considered good or bad. Greyback and his pack have been spotted near the Forbidden Forest.”

There were many gasps and frowns at this news.

“How is that considered good news?” Ron asked.

“Good question, Ron,” said Remus. “It’s good in a way because we now know their location. We can anticipate their moves easier and plan better strategies.”

“You better not be thinking about taking Greyback on by yourself,” said Harry, looking up at Remus. Most of Harry’s friends around the front of the table were staring too.

“I never said I was going to, did I?” said Remus calmly.

“No, but he is the one that bit you,” said Harry just as calmly. “I know what it’s like to want revenge. And believe me, if I find out that you’ve gone running after that monster…”

“Harry, put your mind at ease. I’m not going after Greyback alone. We’ll be devising a plan first before even considering going up against him.”

“And if Greyback doesn’t wait for us to make some kind of plan?” said Harry. “Then what?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Harry wasn’t satisfied with Remus’s answer, but he let it go for now.

“So, we need to keep a sharp eye and ear out for any hint of what Greyback is doing. In the meantime, be cautious and don’t take any risks—any of you. That includes those of you that were in Harry’s defense group.”

Harry’s old members blushed or looked guilty.

“Now, let’s talk Ministry business…”

Harry frowned, thinking about his Sire. When was the right time to tell everyone about him? He looked around at everybody; they were counting on him to lead them in the right direction and bring the wizarding world victory. He was supposed to do it anyway, but as the leader of the Order? Of course he couldn’t blame Dumbledore for making him the new leader. Dumbledore didn’t know that Harry would do a stupid, reckless act in getting Hufflepuff’s cup and then getting attacked by vampires.

Thoughts swirled inside his head; he remembered more of the vampire attack, but he still couldn’t remember when Scrimgeour had saved him from being drained to the point of death or becoming a soulless beast. He couldn’t remember when Scrimgeour poured some of his being, his blood, into his own body. Why couldn’t he remember?

“Harry, meeting’s been adjourned,” said Hermione as she shook his shoulder.

“Oh, thanks,” he said absently, and then stood to follow them out.

“You didn’t hear much of the last bit of news, did you?” said Hermione.

“No, sorry.”

Hermione sighed. “You do realize that you’re the leader of the Order now, right?”

“Of course I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to change the second I’m promoted. I’ll be who I’ll be, and that’s the way it is.”

“Too right,” said Ron.

“Anything important that I missed, then?” Harry asked Hermione.

“Only who the Secret Keeper of Grimmauld Place is now… but maybe it’s a good thing that you don’t know.”

Harry stopped in front of her and looked her straight in the eye. “Who is it?”

“For the longest time we all thought it was you, Harry,” said Hermione sheepishly. “Because of that time you and the Minister arrived at Grimmauld Place’s front door.”

“I honestly didn’t know that he knew where it was,” said Harry. “So, who is it? Who’s the Secret Keeper?”

Hermione opened her mouth to say it, but then she clamped it shut again.

“You might as well tell him, Hermione,” said Ron. “He’ll learn sooner or later, and it might as well be now so we can get it over with.”

“It is a good thing you weren’t listening during the meeting, because you probably would have gone ballistic,” said Hermione.

Harry closed his eyes and rubbed them with his thumb and forefinger. “Oh God, don’t tell me… I think I know who you’re going to say.”

Ron and Hermione stared at him, waiting for him to go on. After a moment of silence, Harry stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at his friends. “You’re waiting for me to say his name, aren’t you?”

Ron and Hermione bit their lips and glanced at one another before looking back at Harry and nodding their heads.

Harry sighed. “It’s… it’s Snape, isn’t it?”

Bracing themselves, Ron and Hermione nodded.

There was a cold, dead silence. For a few dreadful moments, they thought Harry was going to explode into a fiery outrage. When Harry’s shoulders drooped and he just sighed audibly and shook his head, they were amazed.

“Things just keep getting better and better, don’t they?” Harry said. He turned and made his way out the room and toward his bedroom. Ron and Hermione followed, thankful that Harry didn’t blow up, but puzzled about his mood.

.-.

Some of the Order members, new and old, stayed around after the meeting. Mrs. Weasley was whistling away in the kitchen as she prepared dinner; Fred, George, Bill, and Arthur Weasley were sitting at the dining room table, chatting and laughing; Luna, Ginny, Parvati, Tonks, and Fleur were in the sitting room by the fireplace, sipping drinks and gossiping; and Moody, Snape, and Kingsley were standing around in the hallway next to the staircase.

Harry sat sideways on one of the steps on the staircase, leaning his head against the wall. Ron and Hermione were a few steps above him, sitting side by side.

“I’m surprised with how well you’re handling everything, you know,” said Hermione. “If it were me, I think I’d fall to pieces.”

“Don’t be silly,” said Ron. “You’d do a great job if it were you. Don’t you agree, Harry?”

“Mmm,” said Harry.

Hermione went crimson. “Oh, Ron, I wouldn’t! I’m good with figuring things out, but there’s no way I’d be able to handle all this pressure. Remember when I took on more subjects than I could handle? I eventually cracked.”

“Yeah, and you jumped down Trelawney’s throat and left her class.”

“That subject was nonsense anyway!” Hermione huffed. “It’s just a lot of shoddy guess work.”

“Well, the homework was a lot easier than some of my other subjects. Don’t you think so, Harry?”

“Sure, if you say so, Ron.”

“Harry, you haven’t been listening to us, have you?”

Harry sighed and slowly looked up at them. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“How about telling us what’s on your mind?” said Hermione.

“Yeah, we’re here to help.”

“Do you really want to know?” said Harry.

“Yes,” they said together. “Of course we do,” said Hermione.

Harry sighed again and stood from his spot. He glanced behind him into the sitting room. Ginny was snickering at something Luna had said, and Parvati was ogling her strangely.

“Follow me,” said Harry. He slipped past them as he went up the stairs. Ron and Hermione stood and followed him.

Once they were inside Harry’s room, door locked, they sat on Harry’s bed in a small circle. Hermione’s expression was worrisome, but Ron was looking curious. Night had fallen an hour ago, and Harry gazed out the window at the moon, which was nearly full.

“I think that since you two are my best friends, I should tell you… but you mustn’t tell anyone else yet, because I don’t know when I want this to be public.”

“We’d never say anything to anyone if you didn’t want us to,” said Hermione.

“We’ve been keeping your secrets for how long?” said Ron.

“Thanks, guys,” said Harry. He was so relieved to hear them say that. “All right, then… you must promise me that no one else will know about this.”

They nodded. “We promise, Harry.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Good. Well, the thing is… I did find out something that I wanted to find out when I had left that one night to kill my Biter.”

Ron and Hermione looked at one another and then back at Harry.

“You mean you found the other Horcrux?”

Harry shook his head. “No. I mean that I found my Sire.”

A pause. They stared at Harry, dumbfounded.

“You found…” began Ron.

“…Your Sire?” finished Hermione. They continued to gape at him.

“Yes. Haven’t you noticed that I’ve calmed down some?”

“Er, yeah…” said Hermione. “I’ve kind of noticed, but I thought it was because you were learning more self-control.”

“Me too,” said Ron. “So, how’d you find your Sire, and who is it?”

Harry felt his face grow hot. “Um, well… it was during the fight with the soulless vampires… and he got me out of there before anything happened…”

Hermione gasped so loudly that it startled them both. “Oh my goodness! It’s not who I think it is, is it?”

“Who?” said Ron, impatiently.

She leaned closer to Harry. “It’s not… Rufus Scrimgeour, is it?”

“WHAT?” shouted Ron. “Oh, sorry…” he said after Hermione threw him a look for being loud.

Harry’s face grew even hotter as he nodded. “Yeah… yeah, that’s who it is.”

“Blimey, you can’t be serious!” said Ron.

“Wow,” breathed Hermione. “Scrimgeour is your—he really is—but he’s the Minister! And he’s a… he’s a vampire?”

“Daywalker,” corrected Harry. “But I’m still not sure how he saved us from those soulless vampires and I don’t remember when he Turned me.”

“Maybe you should ask him,” said Hermione.

“I thought about it,” said Harry. “Really, I have. I just don’t know how to bring up the subject.”

“Just invite him over some day and then pull him aside and ask him,” said Hermione.

“Sure, easy for you to say; he’s not your Sire.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand that you would like to know. Besides, what’s he going to do to you if you ask? It’s not like it’s against the law.”

Harry nodded in understanding. Hermione was right; he had to ask Scrimgeour just how he Turned him and what happened that night that they were attacked by the soulless vampires.

He stood and walked over to the window. He stared at the moon, mind filled with thoughts and questions and plans. He had to talk to his Sire about that night; he wanted to talk to Malfoy about his mother and being on their side (not to mention the yearning he felt for him); he wanted a response from Andromeda; he wanted blood; he wanted…

Harry shivered at the sound of a wolf howling in the distance.

…He wanted to talk to Remus and see about being with him during his transformation. Namely, if he could without them being at each other’s throats.

TBC