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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,885
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
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Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I own only the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling
Darinka Bronz
Darinka Bronz
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-Chapter
Five-
Harry was
getting really annoyed. He couldn’t move and the vampire wasn’t exactly gentle.
Plus he had spotted that Ravenclaw standing in the shadows, pointing his wand
at Grubbly-Plank. In the end Harry decided to turn the tables.
“Enough is enough!” he growled and the
vampire was suddenly nothing more than a pile of ash. Harry thought about the
wound healing, and it did, glowing slightly golden. Not even scars were left.
No one noticed
that expect Severus, but he didn’t have much time to ponder as another vampire
attacked him. All the vampire achieved was to get a stick through his heart.
The fight was over. Severus looked for Harry and spotted him running towards
some trees a distance away. He looked at the trees, and saw a shadow standing
there for a second before it ran.
Harry
stopped when he reached the trees. Luckily his attack had caused the Ravenclaw
to run and break the connection to the Professor. Harry heard footsteps behind
him, and turned. Severus was walking over to him, carefully watching him like a
hawk. Harry could see the unspoken question in his eyes.
“No, I’m not fully vampire.” He said, turning
back to scout into the forest.
“What do you mean by ‘not fully’?”
“Somewhere way, way back in my family, one of
my ancestors had a kid with a vampire. I can’t be turned into a vampire,
neither a werewolf.” Harry explained. “Don’t worry, I don’t need blood or
anything, though I do have some other abilities that vampires have.”
Harry and
Severus walked back to the battle-scene. Only one student had been killed; or,
better said, turned into a vampire. Professor Grubbly-Plank was standing there,
stiff as a board, not even blinking. Harry walked over and took out his wand.
“Finite Incatatem!” he said, and the
Professor slumped to the ground unconscious.
“So, what are we going to do now?”
“Get back to Hogwarts.” James Potter replied.
“That’s the only thing we can do.”
The others
agreed and they started their tour back to the castle, and unconscious
Professor floating in the middle of the group. Harry was keeping an eye at the
student that had been changed into a vampire. He was the only one who could
safely get near the boy when he woke up. Somehow, the whole group knew that he
had vampire blood. Harry was glad that Severus chose to walk close to him, and
that he wasn’t too scared of him.
Under the
trip, Lucius Malfoy walked over the black-haired duo. He was flanked by Crabbe
and Goyle, just as his son had been…was going to be, Harry thought to himself
in amusement. For a while Malfoy didn’t say a thing, then he turned to Harry,
completely ignoring Severus.
“You know, with a talent as yours you
shouldn’t hang out with lowlife people.” He said.
“What talent?” Harry asked still keeping a
sharp eye at the boy floating beside him.
“Half vampire. You could be great with it,
you just need to know the right people.” Came the reply.
“And I supposed that you’re one of those
right people?” Harry turned back and fixed Malfoy with his green eyes. “And
about those ‘lowlife people’, as you so nicely put it, I will decide on my own
with whom I want to hang out.” Harry sped up and as he brushed past Malfoy, his
hand shot out and touched the Dark Mark on the boys arm.
Severus had
noticed the action, and had to control himself no to let his hand go to his own
Dark Mark. How could Harry know about the Dark Mark Malfoy had? There were two
explanations: One, Harry was a Death Eater too, which was very unlikely. And
two, he was working for the Ministry, Dumbledore or the Order of the Phoenix.
The last answer seemed more likely.
What would
Harry say if he knew that Severus had a Dark Mark too? He couldn’t imagine
getting through the school-day without Harry there to calm him down, or to
brighten the day with a joke. The only way Severus was going to find out where
Harry stood, was if he confronted him about it, and he had made up his mind
that if they ever got out of this dratted forest, he would talk to Harry when
they returned back to the castle, and when the rest of the house was asleep.
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The seventh
years reached Hagrid’s cabin early next morning. The Professor and the bitten
student hadn’t woken up yet. The only one in the whole group who didn’t seem
tired was Harry. He was just as cheerful as ever. Some students were greatly
annoyed by his cheerfulness. When you’re tired, you’re supposed to be grumpy.
That was the law!
As they got
in sight of the cabin, Harry began to whistle loudly, further annoying the
other students, even Severus. A second later however the door of the cabin was
opened and Hagrid’s head peaked out. When he saw the seventh years, he ran over
and at once hugged James, Lily, Sirius, Peter and Remus. Then he turned to the
floating Professor, and to Harry, who was carefully watching the bitten boy.
“Someone get the Headmaster,” Hagrid said.
Several students groaned, but in the end Remus went. “‘ey, Chase! Bring ‘im
over!” Harry came over with the boy. “What was it?”
“A Daylight vampire,” Harry replied simply.
“He’s the only one that got bitten.”
“That ‘tis bad.” Hagrid mumbled. “Really bad.
All we can do is to wait for Dumbledore. Poor little chap. The centaur’s been
out all night, searching for ya. Dumbledore was so worried. Great man,
Dumbledore.”
A minute
later Dumbledore, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey came running with a tired Remus
in tow. Madam Pomfrey went straight to Grubbly-Plank, checked her out then
moved over to the bitten student. She was mumbling all the time, but Harry
couldn’t hear what it was about, and he had a feeling that he didn’t want to
know.
Dumbledore
and McGonagall were interrogating the students, asking what had happened. The
Marauders had no idea if they where going to tell Dumbledore about the
Ravenclaw student or not. But luckily Dumbledore moved over to Harry before
asking them. Harry told him about the Ravenclaw student and told him about the
vampire-blood in his family.
Another few
minutes of interrogating and the students were free to go to their dorms, and
they got free the rest of the day.
Severus
wanted to talk to Harry, but by the time he got to the seventh year boy-dorms
Harry was already sound asleep. So he decided to postpone it until they woke
up.
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Severus
woke up by dinnertime. His stomach was protesting loudly at being empty, so he
decided to do something about it. He got up, dressed and walked down the
stairs. At the bottom he stopped. Harry was standing in front of the fireplace,
looking into the flames, thinking. The shadows that played across his face made
him look even more beautiful and mysterious than before. Severus could only
stand there and stare like an idiot. Harry turned and smiled to him.
“Hey Severus.” He said then turned back to
the fire.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just thinking about our next move.”
“Our next what?” Severus asked as he reached
the other boy and stood beside him.
“Next move to uncover who that Ravenclaw was,
or is. If we can do that, we’ve got a good chance to find out who the killer
is.”
“That sounds good. You know where to look?”
Darinka Bronz
Darinka Bronz
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134
2003-03-14T18:45:00Z
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1228
7002
58
14
8598
9.2812
21
Disclaimer
and Authors Notes is in the first chapter.
-Chapter
Five-
Harry was
getting really annoyed. He couldn’t move and the vampire wasn’t exactly gentle.
Plus he had spotted that Ravenclaw standing in the shadows, pointing his wand
at Grubbly-Plank. In the end Harry decided to turn the tables.
“Enough is enough!” he growled and the
vampire was suddenly nothing more than a pile of ash. Harry thought about the
wound healing, and it did, glowing slightly golden. Not even scars were left.
No one noticed
that expect Severus, but he didn’t have much time to ponder as another vampire
attacked him. All the vampire achieved was to get a stick through his heart.
The fight was over. Severus looked for Harry and spotted him running towards
some trees a distance away. He looked at the trees, and saw a shadow standing
there for a second before it ran.
Harry
stopped when he reached the trees. Luckily his attack had caused the Ravenclaw
to run and break the connection to the Professor. Harry heard footsteps behind
him, and turned. Severus was walking over to him, carefully watching him like a
hawk. Harry could see the unspoken question in his eyes.
“No, I’m not fully vampire.” He said, turning
back to scout into the forest.
“What do you mean by ‘not fully’?”
“Somewhere way, way back in my family, one of
my ancestors had a kid with a vampire. I can’t be turned into a vampire,
neither a werewolf.” Harry explained. “Don’t worry, I don’t need blood or
anything, though I do have some other abilities that vampires have.”
Harry and
Severus walked back to the battle-scene. Only one student had been killed; or,
better said, turned into a vampire. Professor Grubbly-Plank was standing there,
stiff as a board, not even blinking. Harry walked over and took out his wand.
“Finite Incatatem!” he said, and the
Professor slumped to the ground unconscious.
“So, what are we going to do now?”
“Get back to Hogwarts.” James Potter replied.
“That’s the only thing we can do.”
The others
agreed and they started their tour back to the castle, and unconscious
Professor floating in the middle of the group. Harry was keeping an eye at the
student that had been changed into a vampire. He was the only one who could
safely get near the boy when he woke up. Somehow, the whole group knew that he
had vampire blood. Harry was glad that Severus chose to walk close to him, and
that he wasn’t too scared of him.
Under the
trip, Lucius Malfoy walked over the black-haired duo. He was flanked by Crabbe
and Goyle, just as his son had been…was going to be, Harry thought to himself
in amusement. For a while Malfoy didn’t say a thing, then he turned to Harry,
completely ignoring Severus.
“You know, with a talent as yours you
shouldn’t hang out with lowlife people.” He said.
“What talent?” Harry asked still keeping a
sharp eye at the boy floating beside him.
“Half vampire. You could be great with it,
you just need to know the right people.” Came the reply.
“And I supposed that you’re one of those
right people?” Harry turned back and fixed Malfoy with his green eyes. “And
about those ‘lowlife people’, as you so nicely put it, I will decide on my own
with whom I want to hang out.” Harry sped up and as he brushed past Malfoy, his
hand shot out and touched the Dark Mark on the boys arm.
Severus had
noticed the action, and had to control himself no to let his hand go to his own
Dark Mark. How could Harry know about the Dark Mark Malfoy had? There were two
explanations: One, Harry was a Death Eater too, which was very unlikely. And
two, he was working for the Ministry, Dumbledore or the Order of the Phoenix.
The last answer seemed more likely.
What would
Harry say if he knew that Severus had a Dark Mark too? He couldn’t imagine
getting through the school-day without Harry there to calm him down, or to
brighten the day with a joke. The only way Severus was going to find out where
Harry stood, was if he confronted him about it, and he had made up his mind
that if they ever got out of this dratted forest, he would talk to Harry when
they returned back to the castle, and when the rest of the house was asleep.
-------------------------
The seventh
years reached Hagrid’s cabin early next morning. The Professor and the bitten
student hadn’t woken up yet. The only one in the whole group who didn’t seem
tired was Harry. He was just as cheerful as ever. Some students were greatly
annoyed by his cheerfulness. When you’re tired, you’re supposed to be grumpy.
That was the law!
As they got
in sight of the cabin, Harry began to whistle loudly, further annoying the
other students, even Severus. A second later however the door of the cabin was
opened and Hagrid’s head peaked out. When he saw the seventh years, he ran over
and at once hugged James, Lily, Sirius, Peter and Remus. Then he turned to the
floating Professor, and to Harry, who was carefully watching the bitten boy.
“Someone get the Headmaster,” Hagrid said.
Several students groaned, but in the end Remus went. “‘ey, Chase! Bring ‘im
over!” Harry came over with the boy. “What was it?”
“A Daylight vampire,” Harry replied simply.
“He’s the only one that got bitten.”
“That ‘tis bad.” Hagrid mumbled. “Really bad.
All we can do is to wait for Dumbledore. Poor little chap. The centaur’s been
out all night, searching for ya. Dumbledore was so worried. Great man,
Dumbledore.”
A minute
later Dumbledore, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey came running with a tired Remus
in tow. Madam Pomfrey went straight to Grubbly-Plank, checked her out then
moved over to the bitten student. She was mumbling all the time, but Harry
couldn’t hear what it was about, and he had a feeling that he didn’t want to
know.
Dumbledore
and McGonagall were interrogating the students, asking what had happened. The
Marauders had no idea if they where going to tell Dumbledore about the
Ravenclaw student or not. But luckily Dumbledore moved over to Harry before
asking them. Harry told him about the Ravenclaw student and told him about the
vampire-blood in his family.
Another few
minutes of interrogating and the students were free to go to their dorms, and
they got free the rest of the day.
Severus
wanted to talk to Harry, but by the time he got to the seventh year boy-dorms
Harry was already sound asleep. So he decided to postpone it until they woke
up.
-------------------------
Severus
woke up by dinnertime. His stomach was protesting loudly at being empty, so he
decided to do something about it. He got up, dressed and walked down the
stairs. At the bottom he stopped. Harry was standing in front of the fireplace,
looking into the flames, thinking. The shadows that played across his face made
him look even more beautiful and mysterious than before. Severus could only
stand there and stare like an idiot. Harry turned and smiled to him.
“Hey Severus.” He said then turned back to
the fire.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just thinking about our next move.”
“Our next what?” Severus asked as he reached
the other boy and stood beside him.
“Next move to uncover who that Ravenclaw was,
or is. If we can do that, we’ve got a good chance to find out who the killer
is.”
“That sounds good. You know where to look?”
“In the Ravencalw files.” Harry replied. “I
know for a fact that they’re in the library, as Dumbledore doesn’t have enough
room in his oe. Se. So, all we have to do is break into the library, find the
files, copy them and then get out.”
“What about the name of the student? You know
that?”
“Asked a couple of second-years. They said
his name was Truls Marius Redwood. The story is his parents came from Norway or
something like that. When did he come to Hogwarts?”
“Two years ago,” Severus replied, looking
curiously at Harry. “Why, is that important?”
“Could be. Just like the name.” Harry grinned
evilly. “This is going to be easier than I thought.”
“What are you talking about?”
“T, M and R are the initials to Voldemort’s
birth-name.” Harry explained.
“You know Voldemort’s birth-name?” Severus
asked. He didn’t like where this was going. A boy that had introduced himself
as T. M. Riddle had been the one to recruit him, and to give him the Dark Mark.
He said that now everything he had to report to the Dark Lord, had to go
through him.
“Yep, it’s Tom Marvolo Riddle.” Harry looked
at him. “The one that recruited you and hundreds of others is Voldemort, the half-blood.”
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