The Dark Castle

Note: Harry-Blaze

Damien-Elf Xavilier-Vampire Spike-Vampire

The Dark Castle

At twelve o’clock he waited for Damien, Xavilier and Spike to show up. He was going to have a little word with them. Damien was the first one to turn up. Blaze had his arms crossed and just watched him in silence.

“Now there Blaze. I know you’re pissed with me but you got to admit that it was a bit funny,” said Damien.

He still didn’t speak but he began to walk towards Damien in a slow threatening way. Just like a panther that gets ready to attack.

Damien took a couple of nervous steps backwards.

“There there Blaze. I don’t like that look in your eyes!” he said anxiously.

Blaze growled a little.

“Blaze, love. You might want to stop that! Talk to me!” said Damien while he looked around anxiously.

Blaze showed no mercy. He took a couple of quick steps and threw himself over Damien. Damien fell backwards with a cry. Blaze looked into Damien’s wide eyes.

“You know love, if I were you I would take it in consideration before you do anything of the like again. Or I might kill you,” he said in a whisper barely healable and kissed Damien’s forehead lightly before he stood up gracefully.

Applauds were heard. Blaze spun around quickly. Only his skills in concealing emotions saved him from showing his shock. Before him stood two replicas of Snape and Malfoy, only that those two were sexier without big noses and yellow teeth and pointy ...well whatever.

“Well, well, well. Welcome Spike and Xavilier,” he said looking from ‘Snape’ to ‘Malfoy.

He had done a quick search for their names. They both bowed deeply to him.

“I’m honoured to meet you my Lord,” said Xavilier.

“I’ve heard great things about you,” siad Spike.

“Oh really?” he said and looked into Spike’s black eyes.

Spike nodded.

“So you’re here to teach me? But you don’t expect me to punish you for the howler? You better think again,” he said and lifted his hand.

Blue light shoot out from his fingers and both vampires yelled in pain. Just as quickly as it started it was over.

“That was a warning. I do not take it lightly when people I don’t know joke with me;” he said sternly.

“Yes my lord;” they both murmured ashamed of them selves.

“Great! Now, teach me!” he said with a smile.

He reached out his hand to Damien and pulled him up on his feet.

Next he gave each vampire a hand and pulled because they ahd fallen by the force of his wandless magic. The mood was lightened up and all parts had serious discussions about the power he learned.

“Have you talked to Draco Malfoy?” Damien asked.

“Yes I have. He have come to an understanding about which side he’s on.”

“And which one is it?” Spike asked since he didn’t know who they were talking about.

“He’s dark like us. But he’s a stray person. He doesn’t belong to us. He’s all alone. And I don’t think he would ever find a home in us.”

“Because he is human you mean, My Lord?”

“That’s exactly what i mean Spike!”

“But if I may say it my Lord, you are human too. He could find a home in you,” said Xavilier.

“I’m not a person who can take care of others. I’m not the best person to guide Draco.”

“But you’re wrong my Lord! You are the best one. You’re the only one who have reached out to him and touched him!” Xavilier said.

“End of discussion!” Blaze said.

Blaze decided to do a raid in the kitchens because he was hungry.

“Harry Potter sir!”

Why is it that I always get Dobby to help me? He thought.

“Hi Dobby. I don’t have the time to chat so just give me food of some sort. I would prefer chicken salad if it’s possible,” he said.

“Dobby understands kind Master! Dobby will give Harry Potter his request!” cried the elf and hurried away.

Dobby returned short after with a bowl to him.

Blaze recognised tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber and corn and chicken of coruse.

It looked very tempting to him.

“Thank you Dobby! Be good!” he said and sneaked up the stairs.

As always he ran into Snape.

“Hello Blaze. Are you out every night?” he asked.

“Nah. Just almost.”

“What is it that you’ve got there?”

“This?” said Blaze and held the bowl tightly. “Oh it’s nothing!” he said lightly.

“It’s not a vampire skull or something, is it?”

Blaze sighed.

“I never noticed your curious side before but if you must know it, I’ve been down in the kitchen and I have made Dobby do a chicken salad for me.”

“Salad?” Snape repeated increadious.

“Yep. You should try it sometime. Now I must be of.”

He walked away before Snape had overcome his surprise.

Snape muust be looking for him every night.

It’s a wonder that Snape didn’t tell on him.

“Harry my dear boy. Have you invited Angel yet?” Dumbledore asked during lunch the next day.

And there went my appetite out the window, Blaze thought.

“No sir. I’ll do it today.”

“Good my boy. I look forward to meet her!”

Blaze did a half smile that probably looked very false which it was of course but he didn’t care.

When Dumbledore left he looked up to the teachers table and met Snape’s gaze.

Blaze raised his eyebrow when he saw that Severus did infact eat what he had recomanded the night before; namely chicken salad.

“What are you looking at?” Ron asked before he stuffed his entire face full.

Hermione looked at him with dismay.

“There is a party in Hogsmeade tonight. I thought you might want to go with me?” she asked Blaze.

“And me!” Ron managed to get out.

“A party Herm?” Blaze asked.

“It’s thrown together with the rest of the houses of sixth year. The teachers have given their premision so it’s safe to go.”

“Why would they allow it?” Blaze asked interested.

“They think we need to have some fun even if there is you-know-who to worry about,” said Hermione in a matter of fact.

“Hey Neville! Are you and Susan going to the party tonight?” Blaze yelled down the table.

“Ay!” Said Neville.

“Dean?” he asked.

“I’m in! Gin’s goin’ with me. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Of course not. Seamus?”

“Comin!”

“Earnie? Who is comming from your house?” He yelled over to Ravenclaw.

“All of us!” he yelled back.

“Cho? Which one of you?”

“Everyone!”

“Draco?” he yelled and surprised everyone.

The Slytherins got together and whispered a while until Draco yelled his answer.

“All of us. You then?”

“Everyone!” he yelled.

Every sixth year cheered.

“Oi! Harry! What time is it?” Susan Bones yelled.

“The Professors said 7 o’clock!” Terry Boot from Ravenclaw answered before Blaze had a chance to.

“That’s not fair! It’s to early!” Jaric Moon from Slytherin yelled.

“Let Harry decide!” Justin Finch-Fletchley shouted.

“Yeah!” Many said and Blaze found himself as the object of everyone’s attention because the whole hall listened in on the sixth years’ plans. It had never happened before that all housed joined a party together as one.

“Well?” Morag McDougal asked.

“I’d say nine o’clock,” he finally answered.

“Nine o’clock it is!” Malfoy yelled and settled the matter and every sixth year went back to lunch as if nothing had happened but they left the teachers shocked.

Blaze fled up to the Gryffindor tower and locked himself in on the toilet.

Everyone wanted to speak to him for some reason out of the blue. He didn’t undertsnad what was happening. He wasn’t nice to people, he was ruder than Snape himself sometimes!

Even so they kept on liking him apparently. He sat down on the toilet and began to write a letter.

Damien,

I need to meet you right now. Meet me in the usual spot. I want no fooling around!

Blaze

Satisfied he ran to the owlery.

“Hedwig! Take this to Damien!”

He walked back to the tower quickly.

“Hermione. A word with you!” he said.

Hermione followed him up to the boys’ dorm.

“What is it Harry?” she asked and sat down on his bed.

“I’m not going on my next lesson because I’ve got a headache and I need to rest an hour,” he said.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER!” Hermione screamed.

He was rather taken aback.

Hermione stood in front of him with one hand on her hip and one finger pointing at him.

How she had gotten there he had no idea because it had happened so fast.

“Don’t you dare cut another class! Don’t you think that i know you skipped Hagrid’s class yesterday? Shame on you!” she yelled.

“Hermione! Please listen to me! I’ve got other things to do!”

“More important than DADA?”

“Yes Hermione! It’s very important!” he tried to convince her.

She lowered her hand slowly.

“Alright,” she said.

He blinked.

“What?”

“Alright, I cover for you and let you skip class but may the Lord be with you if I find out that you missed divation!” she threatened.

“Thank you, oh thank you! You’re an angel! Just tell him that I need to rest, would you?”

“Yes,” she muttered but she couldn’t hide a little smile.

Teen minutes later and Blaze climbed out the window like he always did when he pretended to be sick.

“Damien! There you are. I need your help,” he siad.

Spike and Xavilier was there too.

“What is it?”

“I need Angel!”

“Oh no! I’m not posing as her!” Damien groaned.

“I need her to a part tonight. And she got to be pregnant. Remus will be there and he can sense such things.”

“I think I can help,” said Xavilier.

“Oh really? How?”

“My sister is in your age and she’s... well she was pregnant.”

“Yes but I need one who is pregnant!”

“You didn’t hear all! She got a miscarrige two days ago. Remus can smell that too so it would be easy to explain. And she didn’t want the child so it’s easy to explain why she isn’t devistated. She’s real hot too. Not fat at all.”

“How far did she go because we’re talking months here...”

“Four months.”

“Sounds good. Can you bring her here now?”

“If you’re able to wait ten minutes.”

“of course. Get going!”

Xavilier dissappeared.

“Listen Spike. I’ve been thinking...”

Spike waited politly for him to speak.

“I’d like you to spy on Voldemort for me. Do you think you could to that?” he asked.

“Certainly My Lord. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me,” he siad and bowed his head.

“Good. Then I don’t suppose i have to tell you what to do and hiow do to it?”

“No My Lord. Do you want me to go now?”

“Yes,” he siad and nodded.

Only him and Damien were left so they sat down on the ground.

“I’m so relived,” Damien confessed.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have to pose as your girl! If you would have asked me to pose as your boyfriend I would have thrown my self in on it head first but I don’t like to play girl.”

“Sound to me like you’ve had some experience.”

“I have. Trust me, it’s nothing you would like to try!”

“I take your word on it. So who is Xavilier’s sister? I didn’t even know he had one.”

“She’s cool. You’ll like her I bet.”

“What does she look like?”

“A superstar. Blond hair, tall and slim, blue green eyes, a beautiful smile with a tan...”

“But she’s a vampire right?”

“No she’s not. She’s human. You know that Xavilier wasn’t a born vampire, he was turned. And he is only 33 years old. She’s his little sister. Xavilier’s mother gave birth to her quite unexpected.”

“I see.”

“My Lord. This is my sister.”

Blaze stood up.

“Nice to meet you... Angel,” he siad and kissed her hand.

She bowed to him.

“Master.”

“Call me Harry. I don’t want to know your real name because I don’t want to slip up. Are you a good actor?”

“Yes Harry,” she siad.

She was hot indeed. You couldn’t tell that she had been pregnant but lost it. He looked at her cloths.

Slim leather pants with a tight black T-shirt with a red text that read if I’m a slut then you’re a whore!’

“Er...” he waved his wand and the text changed to: I’m a rock star, who the hell are you?

He was quite thoughtful about her cloths, it was winder for Christ sake and there she stood in those cloths!

“And why the change?” she asked.

“The professors wouldn’t allow you to walk around with the text. This they will allow but dislike,” he grinned.

She laughed.

“Ready to go then? I can’t wait to kiss you!” you’re dead hot!” she said.

A couple of months ago and he would have blushed.

Now he grinned and kissed her cheek.

“Let’s go love!”