VAMPIRE TEMPTATION

Chapter Thirteen


All Hallow’s Eve was fast approaching. Training was stepped up to every other night with the nights in between researching spells. Harry placed the spells on Sirius’s dagger, hoping to bring him back. He fed every day from Stryder and Kinsey to keep his energy and magical powers boosted, and from Draco when they lay quietly in bed after hours and hours of research. Harry felt he was ready to finish Voldemort once and for all.

Lucius began to slowly trust Harry with Draco’s well being . . . and not to turn him, after seeing the feelings they obviously shared between them. He knew Harry was drinking from Draco by the love bites that were seen on his son’s neck, but noticed no ill effects from them. He was sitting talking with Severus over dinner the night before Hallow’s Eve, when they both flinched, their hands grasping the arm with the Dark Mark.

“Merlin, Sev . . . he’s early,” Lucius hissed, getting up.

Severus threw some floo powder into the fireplace. “Albus’s office,” he said into the green flames.

“Severus? What can I do for you?” Albus asked, seeing Severus’s head floating in the flames of his office.

“He’s calling. Be prepared,” Severus said, withdrawing from the flames to hurriedly gather his Death Eater robes and mask, catching up to Lucius as they approached the Forbidden Forest.

As Severus and Lucius felt the pain of the Dark Mark, Harry was making his way through Draco’s private entrance to his rooms. Instead of Draco, there was a large raven perched on the headboard, a rolled parchment in its claws. After carefully taking the note, the raven disappeared in a black mist. He sat down, not noticing the slight twinge in his scar as he read the note.

Harry Potter,
I have someone that means something to you.
Come to the Department of Mysteries to claim him.
Be prepared, Harry Potter, to die.

Lord Voldemort

Harry rushed to his rooms to collect the dagger. “Kinse, I need you,” he mentally said, taking out the Galleon and rubbing the surface to alert the DA members. He rushed to Albus’s office already seeing Kinsey there. “He’s early,” he said, giving Kinsey the note.

“Are you ready, Harry?” Kinsey asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “Gather the DA group. They know what to do. I’ll be going in alone.”

“But Harry . . . ” Albus began.

“No. Draco’s life may be at stake.”

“I’m going with you,” Kinsey said. “I’ll use an invisibility spell.” She turned to Fawkes. “Can you take a message to our Manor, Fawkes, for the others to meet us there?”

Fawkes nodded his head, then waited until Kinsey hastily wrote a note, disappearing in a puff of red feathers.

Harry and Kinsey stepped into the large fireplace. “This is it,” Harry said meeting Albus’s eye, grasping onto Kinsey’s invisible hand. “Make sure everyone has their Portkeys.”

“Come back to us Harry,” Albus softly said, then admitted some of the DA members and Remus into the room as Harry and Kinsey disappeared in the green flames.


When Harry and Kinsey stepped through the Ministry fireplace, it was eerily quiet. Harry heard the faint reassurances from the army of vampires as he went to the Ministry lift, wand at the ready.

Before he entered the door, he used a replicator. “If Draco needs medical attention, please get him out of here if I can’t get to him,” he whispered.

“I’ll take care of him Harry,” Stryder said by his ear.

“Thanks,” Harry softly replied, then slowly opened the door after he made himself invisible.

His steps faltered when he saw a raven haired vampire biting Draco’s neck. He felt Kinsey’s hand and her presence behind him, then made his way to the veil as he watched the other him walk towards Voldemort.

“Ever the hero, Harry Potter,” Voldemort hissed. “Crucio,” he calmly said, watching in pleasure as Harry Potter went down to his knees in believable pain.

Harry concentrated on the veil, incanting the Latin verse in his head, drawing the tip of Sirius’s blade across the floor in front of it. He felt a slight pain as the replicated him supposedly suffered from the curse. He looked at the veil and saw it flutter, then heard a faint low heartbeat. He stepped back from the veil, wand in hand as he faced Voldemort.

“Finish him,” Voldemort hissed towards the vampire that held Draco, blood dripping from his fangs.

“No!” Lucius screamed, breaking away from the circle.

“Crucio!” Voldemort hissed.

Lucius felt the curse hit his back and quickly erected a shield around himself as he made his way towards his son. He watched as the vampire bit into Draco’s neck, then lunged for them, plowing a fist into the surprised vamp’s face. The vampire let go of Draco’s limp body and turned to go after Lucius only to have someone grab him from behind and drive a dagger through his back.

Lucius watched as the vamp went to his knees from the force of the unseen attack before his head slipped off the sliced neck, a bloody blade swiping through midair. He saw the familiar blond vampire appear and lean down to pick Draco up.

“I’ve got him,” Stryder reassured. “Harry will need your help,” he added, before using the Portkey to take him and Draco to the Hogwarts infirmary.

“No! What is this?!” Voldemort shouted, stepping within the circle to grasp the front of Harry’s shirt to pick him up, but he was grasping nothing but air as Harry cancelled the replication spell on himself.

“It’s your worst nightmare, Tom,” Harry grinned, reappearing by the veil with about twenty vampires becoming visible around the others.

“You think you’re clever don’t you Potter?” Voldemort hissed, stalking towards Harry.

“Hmmm . . . yeah. I do,” Harry smirked. When he heard a spell come towards him, he waved his hand towards the Death Eater, sending the spell back to the castor.

“Severus. Kill him,” Voldemort ordered.

Severus held his wand up, after pushing his hood down and taking off his white mask. “Crucio,” he sneered, turning at the last second to curse Voldemort.

The curse was held until Harry came forward. “That hurts, doesn’t it?” Harry sneered, crossing his arms at his chest. Harry nodded to Severus to lift the curse. “What do you say we finish this Tommy? One on one?”

Voldemort got to his feet, shaking off the lingering effects from the curse. He felt a wall of magic surround Harry and himself. He glanced to his followers to see them in battle with the vampires, as well as Severus and Lucius. “I see you’re finally ready to face your destiny. Tell me why Severus the traitor did not kill me when he had the chance.”

“I guess I can let you in on a little secret now, Tommy,” Harry smirked.

“Don’t call me that!”

“Well, Tommy,” Harry began ignoring Voldemort’s rant. “That prophecy that you were so eager to find out so many years ago wasn’t completely destroyed that night. It’s also here,” he tapped his head. “Even if Severus did try to kill you, he wouldn’t have been able to.”

“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches . . . born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . . . And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not . . . And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives . . . The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies . . . ” Harry drawled out from memory. “So are you ready to face your destiny Tommy?” He grinned.

“CRUCIO!”

Harry bent at the waist, giving the impression he was in pain from the curse. He waited until Voldemort came closer.

“Adnexus Anima,” Harry whispered, his wand towards Voldemort, then . . . “Petrificus Totalus,” he said louder, twisting his upper body to look at the other.

Voldemort merely shook off the weak spell. “All those years of preparing to end my life, and that’s the best you can do?” he laughed.

“I can do better,” Harry smirked, standing straight. “Verberis,” he said, watching as a gash appeared across the pale skin of Tommy’s cheek.

“Not bad, Potter,” Voldemort admitted, touching his fingers to his bloody cheek. “Glacies Sanguinis,” he cursed, his wand raised towards Harry.

Harry laughed as the spell tingled through his body, taking a few steps closer to Voldemort.

“Enough! AVADA KEDAVA!” Voldemort shouted.

Harry felt the slight burn and kept advancing. “All those years of preparing to end my little old life, and that’s the best you can do?” Harry snarked back at him, his eyes glowing red as he let his fangs retract, waving his hand towards Voldemort’s wand.

Voldemort tried to drop the burning wand in his hand, but it was fusing with his skin. He looked on in pain as the skin of his hand blackened, then melted . . . the ashes of the wand drifting to the floor. He felt Harry’s hand at his throat tightening as he was lifted off the ground, too late he was being lifted to the veil. He saw the veil part . . . the blackened surface behind shimmer and shift.

“You have no power over me any more Tommy,” Harry calmly said before he plunged Sirius’s dagger through Voldemort’s heart, as he squeezed his throat tighter.

Voldemort’s last thought was of how greatly he underestimated Harry Potter before a scarred and tattooed arm wrapped around his throat pulling him behind the veil.

Harry’s heart quickened when he saw the familiar arm reach out to wrap around Voldemort’s throat, then smirked when he heard the snap as the neck was broken. He took a quick glance around the room to see the battle had ended, the Aurors, Order members, and vampires left standing over the bound or dead Death Eaters.

“Come on Sirius . . . take the dagger,” Harry whispered, then held his breath as the veil shifted, then that same arm appear, reaching to grasp something. Harry took hold of the arm, and felt the hand grip his in return. He pulled, Kinsey behind him helping him. His arms were soon filled with his godfather.

“Harry,” Sirius rasped, his voice rough from misuse.

“Sirius,” Harry hoarsely said, kneeling down on the floor when Sirius slipped into unconsciousness, the dagger still clutched in his hand.

Kinsey looked over to her father, who stepped through the shield to them. “Take him to the infirmary. Harry needs to finish up here first,” she instructed, brushing her fingers tenderly through Harry’s hair.

Severus squatted down, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Harry. You need to let him go so we can help him,” he softly said.

Harry’s tear streaked face looked up at Severus. “You’ll take care of him, Sev?”

“Yes. Finish this, then Portkey back. Draco needs you too,” Severus kindly said.

Harry nodded, then leaned down to kiss Sirius’s forehead, then stood up with a determined look in his eye after seeing Severus and Sirius disappear using a Portkey.

The others around the shield silently watched as Harry bid goodbye to his godfather, then stepped up to the one side of the veil. “What is he doing?” Fudge asked from beside Albus.

“I believe he’s making sure Voldemort will not be coming back,” Albus replied.

Harry traced his wand top to bottom on each side, across the top, then the bottom of the veil, murmuring the incantation that was found in an old Ministry tomb. The frame glowed blue, followed by red as Harry neared the end of the incantation. It seemed to pulse in, then out. Harry stepped back beside Kinsey, held his hand out, and slowly closed his fist.

The stone and metal of the archway slowly disintegrated into itself, the screams of the lost souls echoing over the quietness of the chamber.

“When the shield drops, arrest Harry Potter for the destruction of Ministry property,” Fudge bellowed after trying to get through the magical shield to stop the spell. The Aurors looked back at him; their looks were of disbelief and disgust.

“You would dare arrest the man that saved the wizarding world?” Albus questioned.

“That veil should have been destroyed years ago,” Amelia Bones spoke up from the doorway. “Order denied,” she added, motioning towards the Aurors.

“Harry Potter is no more dark than you Minister,” Remus snarled, stepping forward to grasp Fudge’s left arm to lift the sleeve.

Several gasps were heard around the room as the Dark Mark stood starkly on the pale skin of Fudge’s arm. “Arrest him,” Amelia ordered. “I always suspected. That is why you have been under suspicion for the past months.”

The room fell quiet when the shield was dropped from around Harry and Kinsey. Harry stepped up and bowed respectfully to Amelia Bones, letting the fangs show. He then turned to Fudge whose arms were held on either side by two muscular Aurors. He stepped forward, only inches from the ex-Minister’s face. “I always knew,” he quietly said, before stepping back to swing his fist towards Fudge’s face, no one stopping him. Harry’s grin grew wider as he watched the Aurors drag the unconscious Death Eater out.

“That felt really good,” Harry said, walking towards Lucius. “Ready?”

The two of them soon disappeared out of the Department of Mysteries to Portkey straight to the infirmary, leaving Albus and the Order to clear some things up with the Ministry officials.


Spells:
Adnexus Anima - Narcissa’s (beta) spell
Verberis (scourge, whip, flog)- made up by tas (author)
Glacies (ice) Sanguinis (blood) - made up by tas


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