The Dark Castle

THE DARK CASTLE

Trouble is what you make, the question isn't how to slove it, the question is how to stop making it.

He saw the Slytherin stand alone away from the others with a sulky expression. He marched over to the slyth.

”Draco! What the fuck did you do? I told you to keep the attention upon you, not burn down Hogwarts!” he hissed angrily.

Draco glared at him darkly.

“I didn’t do this!” he said hotly and waved wildly with his arms at Hogwarts. “It was Longbottom as usual. He’s a complete disaster! He’s a danger for humanity!”

“What did he do?” Blaze sighed and watched the teachers begin to count everyone.

“We were in potions when Longbottom screwed up as usual. Snape got us the hell out of there and alarmed the school. We were already out when it exploded, thank Salazhar.”

Blaze frowned.

“Shouldn’t the protection spells and wards prevent a disaster like this? And we aren’t allowed to use ingredients in potions that might react this violently with each other, no matter how wrongly screwed up. This isn’t a first time Howarts have had a student like Neville, this shouldn’t have happened if everything was in order.”

Draco shrugged.

“Hell do I know? Who cares? As long as I don’t have to sleep in all those smoke filled dungeons I’ll be fine. Perhaps I can even go home!”

Blaze’s eyes lit up. He murmured a wandless spell in parcel tongue and watched the result happily.

The smoke turned even blacker and loud bangs was heard from the inside. He watched the destruction of the castle together with Draco in silence.

It was the vampire’s desire for destruction inside him that wanted to do the spell. That, and the plan that had formed in his mind. If they couldn’t stay at Hogwarts for a day or two he had to go to the Dursley’s and from there he could go to his castle and spend some time there.

He smiled at the brilliance of it all.

“What’s so funny?” Draco asked and broke the silence.

“What? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking of something.”

“Well you better wipe that smile of your face before anyone notice and think you’re a pyromaniac,” Draco warned him.

He pulled a face.

“I bet I could fuck myself out of the situation,” he commented.

“Yeah, the question is what you win for it. You may avoid complications but you’re the one who will have to live with the fact that you’ve laid Mcgonagall for example,” Draco said.

“Ewwww!” said Blaze.

“Are you alright Harry?” Mcgonagall asked him worriedly when she had counted the Gryffindors. She threw a glance at Draco. She was probably surprised to see the two of them together.

“I’m fine but you better check on Neville,” he said to get rid of her.

She nodded and left them.

Snape came instead and Blaze had to admit that he was curious about the man now when he knew their relation.

“What’s your excuse?” he asked Snape.

Snape looked confused before he understood what he meant.

“Oh nothing Blaze. I was just checking on you because I was worried, I admit,” he said.

Blaze nodded. He liked honesty. He didn’t like it when the teachers came to talk him with some valid excuse just because they didn’t want to tell him out right that they were worried.

“Is something bothering you Mr Hammet or did you just fancy a good stare?” Snape snapped nastily at a second year that stared at them.

Blaze smiled. He began to like Snape.

“N-n-no P-professor S-Snape,” the boy stuttered.

“Good. Well? Why are you still here?” Snape said snarkily (AN: Is that even a word? lol)
The second year lay his legs on his back and fled to safety on the other side of the school ground.

“I can’t believe he didn't wet himself!” Draco said gleeful.

“I accidentally made another boy wet himself today,” Snape confessed off handily.

“You did?” Blaze asked sceptically.

“Yes. It wasn’t my fault through, he should have known better than to add wormwood and dragon nails. Honestly! The stupidity of it all, I could...” Snape muttered.

Blaze looked at Draco and Draco shrugged.

“Am I going back to the Dursleys?” Blaze asked.

“It’s likely,” said Snape,

“I bet. It even looks bad from this view. It’s gonna take a while to repair the castle on the inside, even with help of magic,” Draco said with a judging eye on the smoking castle.

“What other way could it be patched up?” Blaze asked.

“Muggle way,” Draco answered immediately.

“Muggle way? What’s that? How do they do it?” he asked curiously.

Draco and Snape stared.

“What?” he snapped.

“Hello? You’re the one that’s been living with muggles almost your entire life!” Draco said increadiously.

Blaze bit his tongue to prevent his protests from slipping out. He didn’t remember muggle things anymore. And Damien had only covered the basics with him, not detailed things such as muggle construction work.

“You’re right of course. But I never been interested in construction work,” he lied.

Draco looked doubtful but he let it go.

Snape looked even less convinced but he didn’t comment either, thank god.

According to plan he went to the Dark castle. He pretty soon found himself in bed with a several different persons and he soon learned that making love with a vampire while being bitten was most enjoyable. Vampires were wonderful in bed. But elves and werewolves weren’t exactly amateurs either.

“Enjoying yourself?” Damien asked him during dinner.

He sat in the middle of the table in a high seat with Damien on his side and Lestat on his other.

“Of course,” he said and took a sip from his dark red wine.

He had the perfect view out over the hall. People were chatting quietly with each other. It was rather calm.

“When do I get to see my other places?” he asked Damien.

“Well...” said the elf slowly. “Soon but I recommend that you become more accurate with this castle first,” he said.

“Very well. I’ll follow your advice,” he said.

Suddenly Spike came running up to him and bowed hurriedly.

“My Lord, I’ve got some terrible news, It’s Voldemort. He’s attacking!” said Spike with small gasps.