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Harry Potter and the Battle of the Worlds
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,666
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Year 2030
My first year of training from age 10 to 11 was with Marcus, the vampire lord, and his family. Much to everyone’s amusement his children took me into their fold and taught me their secrets and just how to have fun. I miss them, but I know they will always watch over me and my family for the rest of their lives.
~ ~ ~
August 5th, 1990
Caleb arrived at the mansion in Transylvania and was in awe of its size. Everyone greeted him as if he had belonged there his entire life. Two children, looking about fifteen years of age (but they’re vampires so real age is a question), came up. Caleb smiled, “Hello.”
The girls smiled in reply, “Oh, he’s cuter that dad said.”
“Yup, much,” the boy agreed. They looked at each other smirking. “I’m Marius and this is Maria. We are fraternal twins. We have one older brother Jameson, who is hibernating right now, and one younger brother and sister, Aldar and Juliana. Just think only 300 years until we can start hopping through time.”
They attached themselves to Caleb and became his personal tour guides of the manor, which annoyed and amused most of the staff and the family. They drove Caleb’s tutors insane once he became well acquainted with the house.
/‘’\
Marcus and Lori, one of the Assassin tutors, were waiting to begin a lesson. Caleb had yet to show up and he was already fifteen minutes late. “That boy is going to get it,” Lori growled under her breath.
Marcus said softly, “Yes, he is.”
Five more minutes went by before he caught the faintest of giggling coming from the shadows. He looked to the assassin, who also had noticed it. Waving his hand the lights in the room became brighter. Both the leader and the assassin were surprised that Caleb had been behind them the whole time.
“Hi, Uncle, Professor,” the youth said, with a small smile.
Lori, who in all her years, had never been surprised, jaw snapped shut, “How did you do that?”
Green eyes widened a bit in fear and confusion, “I saw you do it yesterday.”
Marcus smiled widely, “You learn and adapted from seeing her do it?”
“Yes. Was it wrong to do that?” Caleb asked in a small voice, scared that he had done something wrong.
Marcus reached down and ruffled the black hair, “No, Caleb, it’s not. It is actually a good thing. Do you remember everything that you read automatically?”
Caleb nodded, “Yes, I do, but I didn’t know that was okay.”
“This is excellent,” Lori said, with a thoughtful smile. “Now we can move faster and teach you more.” She stopped and looked as though a plan had formed in her mind. “Caleb, I’m going to hide in the manor. Come find me. Follow my trail and if you don’t find my dinner we will start again tomorrow.”
With that, she shimmered and disappeared into the shadows.
Now Caleb was confused, “Follow her trail? What did she mean by that?”
“How did you know how to hide in the shadows?” Marcus said, before turning to leave. “Find me after you find her.”
~ ~ ~
Year 2030
That’s how my training continued. They figured out that even though I remembered how to do something and I retained that knowledge of it, that I would lose the more vampiric abilities years after I left the mansion. Something about the magic in the fortress made it’s known to me and became part of me. I would slowly forget them as well, as it was a protection woven into the wards of their home.
Though when Jameson woke up, he was a huge wealth of knowledge and he helped me get comfortable with touch again. Up to this point, I was only comfortable with Marcus and Liliana, his wife, giving me hugs or affection of any kind. I still remember when I met him for the first time.
~ ~ ~
February 1st, 1991
Caleb was hunting down three guards that were hiding from him and he would probably spend the rest of the day looking for them. “It took me three days to find Lori the first time and now I have to find three before dinner,” he grumbled, moving from shadow to shadow not really paying attention to where he was going. Two strong arms picked him up and held him against the wall. Looking up into blood red eyes, Caleb realized he had wandered into Jameson’s chamber.
“You’re not a vampire,” hissed the angry vampire who had been feeding. Jameson leaned in and smelled the fear and blood running through veins of this child.
Caleb now very afraid, “Please, I’ll leave right now. I didn’t mean to do anything. Let me go.” Starting to panic, he squirmed and swung his fists, all while trying to not scream or be bitten by the newly awaken vampire.
Jameson started to calm down as the blood he had drank hit him and the panic coming off the boy he held to the wall was coming off in waves of magic. Pulling him from the wall and cradling him to his body, he whispered, “I’m sorry, Caleb. Calm down, please. Father just told me about you. I’m sorry.” He continued to whisper into the youth’s ears.
Caleb slowly came back to himself and he was curled into Jameson. Jumping up from the lap he was in, he mumbled an apology and fled through the shadows.
Jameson stared at where the boy had been, remembering the memories that had come from the boy. He turned to his father standing behind him. “He hasn’t talk about his past has he, father?”
“No, I’m afraid that he hasn’t and I fear it’s affecting him,” Marcus said sadly. “I knew you would be able to see his memories, but I didn’t mean for you to meet him this way.” Jameson nodded, knowing what her father wanted of him.
~ ~ ~
Year 2030
Jameson, once he got me to stay in the same room with him, was my closest confidant. He had a natural empathy and could disconcern my feelings and work me through them. I still talk to him all the time through the floo, he always knows when I need him. Especially when Severus and I have are monumental fights.
Around the same time, Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts at the time, had to give up his search for Harry Potter and name Neville Longbottom the Boy-Who-Lived. I mean everyone thought that but in books it had become official.
Caleb come to bed and finish it tomorrow.
Stupid self writing quills. Coming Severus. More tomorrow.
~ ~ ~
Year 2030
My first year of training from age 10 to 11 was with Marcus, the vampire lord, and his family. Much to everyone’s amusement his children took me into their fold and taught me their secrets and just how to have fun. I miss them, but I know they will always watch over me and my family for the rest of their lives.
~ ~ ~
August 5th, 1990
Caleb arrived at the mansion in Transylvania and was in awe of its size. Everyone greeted him as if he had belonged there his entire life. Two children, looking about fifteen years of age (but they’re vampires so real age is a question), came up. Caleb smiled, “Hello.”
The girls smiled in reply, “Oh, he’s cuter that dad said.”
“Yup, much,” the boy agreed. They looked at each other smirking. “I’m Marius and this is Maria. We are fraternal twins. We have one older brother Jameson, who is hibernating right now, and one younger brother and sister, Aldar and Juliana. Just think only 300 years until we can start hopping through time.”
They attached themselves to Caleb and became his personal tour guides of the manor, which annoyed and amused most of the staff and the family. They drove Caleb’s tutors insane once he became well acquainted with the house.
/‘’\
Marcus and Lori, one of the Assassin tutors, were waiting to begin a lesson. Caleb had yet to show up and he was already fifteen minutes late. “That boy is going to get it,” Lori growled under her breath.
Marcus said softly, “Yes, he is.”
Five more minutes went by before he caught the faintest of giggling coming from the shadows. He looked to the assassin, who also had noticed it. Waving his hand the lights in the room became brighter. Both the leader and the assassin were surprised that Caleb had been behind them the whole time.
“Hi, Uncle, Professor,” the youth said, with a small smile.
Lori, who in all her years, had never been surprised, jaw snapped shut, “How did you do that?”
Green eyes widened a bit in fear and confusion, “I saw you do it yesterday.”
Marcus smiled widely, “You learn and adapted from seeing her do it?”
“Yes. Was it wrong to do that?” Caleb asked in a small voice, scared that he had done something wrong.
Marcus reached down and ruffled the black hair, “No, Caleb, it’s not. It is actually a good thing. Do you remember everything that you read automatically?”
Caleb nodded, “Yes, I do, but I didn’t know that was okay.”
“This is excellent,” Lori said, with a thoughtful smile. “Now we can move faster and teach you more.” She stopped and looked as though a plan had formed in her mind. “Caleb, I’m going to hide in the manor. Come find me. Follow my trail and if you don’t find my dinner we will start again tomorrow.”
With that, she shimmered and disappeared into the shadows.
Now Caleb was confused, “Follow her trail? What did she mean by that?”
“How did you know how to hide in the shadows?” Marcus said, before turning to leave. “Find me after you find her.”
~ ~ ~
Year 2030
That’s how my training continued. They figured out that even though I remembered how to do something and I retained that knowledge of it, that I would lose the more vampiric abilities years after I left the mansion. Something about the magic in the fortress made it’s known to me and became part of me. I would slowly forget them as well, as it was a protection woven into the wards of their home.
Though when Jameson woke up, he was a huge wealth of knowledge and he helped me get comfortable with touch again. Up to this point, I was only comfortable with Marcus and Liliana, his wife, giving me hugs or affection of any kind. I still remember when I met him for the first time.
~ ~ ~
February 1st, 1991
Caleb was hunting down three guards that were hiding from him and he would probably spend the rest of the day looking for them. “It took me three days to find Lori the first time and now I have to find three before dinner,” he grumbled, moving from shadow to shadow not really paying attention to where he was going. Two strong arms picked him up and held him against the wall. Looking up into blood red eyes, Caleb realized he had wandered into Jameson’s chamber.
“You’re not a vampire,” hissed the angry vampire who had been feeding. Jameson leaned in and smelled the fear and blood running through veins of this child.
Caleb now very afraid, “Please, I’ll leave right now. I didn’t mean to do anything. Let me go.” Starting to panic, he squirmed and swung his fists, all while trying to not scream or be bitten by the newly awaken vampire.
Jameson started to calm down as the blood he had drank hit him and the panic coming off the boy he held to the wall was coming off in waves of magic. Pulling him from the wall and cradling him to his body, he whispered, “I’m sorry, Caleb. Calm down, please. Father just told me about you. I’m sorry.” He continued to whisper into the youth’s ears.
Caleb slowly came back to himself and he was curled into Jameson. Jumping up from the lap he was in, he mumbled an apology and fled through the shadows.
Jameson stared at where the boy had been, remembering the memories that had come from the boy. He turned to his father standing behind him. “He hasn’t talk about his past has he, father?”
“No, I’m afraid that he hasn’t and I fear it’s affecting him,” Marcus said sadly. “I knew you would be able to see his memories, but I didn’t mean for you to meet him this way.” Jameson nodded, knowing what her father wanted of him.
~ ~ ~
Year 2030
Jameson, once he got me to stay in the same room with him, was my closest confidant. He had a natural empathy and could disconcern my feelings and work me through them. I still talk to him all the time through the floo, he always knows when I need him. Especially when Severus and I have are monumental fights.
Around the same time, Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts at the time, had to give up his search for Harry Potter and name Neville Longbottom the Boy-Who-Lived. I mean everyone thought that but in books it had become official.
Caleb come to bed and finish it tomorrow.
Stupid self writing quills. Coming Severus. More tomorrow.
~ ~ ~