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Harry Potter and the Vampire Slayer
Title: Harry Potter and the Vampire Slayer
Author: azure_chaos
Fandom: Angel/Harry Potter
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Angel/Harry, Spike/Xander (minor), Harry/Draco (eventually), OMC
Warnings: AU, m/m
Spoilers: post HBP and post Angel season 5.
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling; The Angel universe belongs to Joss Whedon and co. Luken is all mine.
Summary: It's been 18 years since Voldemort was brought down. Harry has been living in LA fighting on the side of the light alongside the team from Angel Investigations. His life has changed a lot since his days at Hogwarts"¦ but now he's returning to teach DADA and he isn't alone.
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Chapter 1 - Prodigal Son
It was the start of another school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The 1st years were all waiting to be sorted into their houses and the returning students were chattering happily with their friends about their summer. Professor McGonagall stood to make her welcoming speech, she had grown more imposing over the years that she had held the position of Head Mistress and the Great Hall fell silent.
Minerva smiled as she looked out at the assembled students. "Welcome to all students old and new. Last year we were extremely lucky to win the interschool challenge cup, lets hope we can carry that performance through to the new school year. Former pupils have gone off to far and wide, taken up positions in the ministry, as professional quidditch players or travelled to far corners of the globe to further their studies. Last year we welcomed back one of our former pupils to take up the vacant position of Potions Master. This year we welcome back another. As many of you will be aware, we have, for a long time found it hard to keep a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, this year we have yet another. Boys and Girls, I would like to introduce you to Professor Harry Potter."
As soon as she spoke the words, a whispering surged around the room sounding almost like waves crashing on a shore. The excited burble rose up and ran along the house tables and amongst the new students alike. A dark-haired teen stood at the back of the room and smirked. The Head Mistress allowed them a few moments as Harry came through the small door behind the teacher's table.
It was to be expected that his presence would create a stir, not just in the school but across the wizarding community, he had after all, dropped off the map 18 years ago. Harry walked across the dais, his dark blue robes swirling around him dramatically. He had aged well, still wearing an almost boyish face and a mischievous glint in his bright green eyes that were no longer hidden behind spectacles, his hair was as unruly as ever and his scar was barely visible under his fringe. He smiled at the children and raised a hand in a wave before sitting down.
Harry's eyes had flittered along the row of teachers and briefly met stormy grey ones, short light-blond hair almost shone in the candlelight and he let a smile pull at his lips. Draco Malfoy was Potions Master now, he'd heard all about it before he'd agreed to take up the position.
The sorting began and went through with few problems, he spotted a flash of red hair and recognised a Weasley when he saw one. He grinned to himself as the young boy was automatically sorted into Gryffindor. The first years had all taken their places at their house tables.
Minerva cleared her throat, "We have one last student to sort, he is a transfer student from America. Galway, Luken."
The dark haired young man walked between two of the long tables, there were whispers and curious eyes turned towards him. Girls nudged each other as they looked at him. He was tall and muscular, he walked with an almost cat-like grace, and full of confidence, he looked like he was stalking prey. His dark hair was unruly and he had the deepest, soul-filled brown eyes. Luken sat down on the chair and the sorting hat was placed on his head.
~Oh my, what do we have here? ~ The hat mused.
Luken smirked, ~Nice to meet you too~
~You're parentage is intriguing, half wizard half vampire, I don't think I've ever come across one such as you. I think you are perhaps unique. Such potential and greatness, and yet there is a darkness just below the surface. You're parents have influenced you a lot young one~
~Pretty hard for them not to~ He thought.
~I recall your wizard father, remember him sitting where you are now and pleading with me not to place him in Slytherin. In hindsight, anyone who could talk me into changing my placement is truly worthy of that house. But his bravery and courage were strong and Gryffindor beckoned him. Things may have been very different if I had not listened to him. But you"¦ you are a strange one. You have such strength and courage. Yet, tendrils of what I saw in your father and also from your vampire heritage"¦ you have a wicked side~
~A vampire with a hero complex~ Luken laughed, inwardly. ~You need to decide, they'll be wondering what's taking so long~ He urged the hat.
~My boy, I simply cannot decide. You have confounded me. If I place you in the wrong one it could have great repercussions. The house you are placed in can dictate the man you will be come, all-be-it only for a year~
Outside of the private conversation, the great hall was growing restless. The students were waiting with barely contained confusion. They'd never seen the hat take so long to make a decision. The teachers looked at each other, some of them had been there a good few years and were in the same position as the pupils. Only McGonagall recalled one who had taken so long to be sorted and he sat at the teacher's table with an odd smirk on his face.
Harry had expected something like this. His son was a unique enigma; as the meaning of his name suggested, he was a bringer of light and fought for the powers that be, with the bravery of a lion, yet he was cunning and sleek as a snake. He had his father's ability for parseltongue, powerful magic beyond his years, and a thirst for justice and occasionally blood. His wrath was fierce and final, his forgiveness, gentle and complete, he was almost a dichotomy of nature. He couldn't help but wonder about the conversation that was going on with the hat, he remembered his own all those years ago.
"SLYTHINDOR!" The hat proclaimed loudly.
The Slytherin table had started to applaud but it trailed off as it registered that there was something not right with the word. A confused noise ran round the room and Professor McGonagall moved to speak with the hat.
"What do you mean? Slythindor?" She tried to keep her shrill Scottish voice at a whisper.
"There is simply no way to separate the two within this boy, he has a great destiny and both sides are tightly entwined to enable that." The hat told her.
Never in all her time at Hogwarts had she ever heard the hat give a split decision, she trusted its judgement in these matters and as such could not argue with it. It had the ability to see into the wearer's heart and soul in a way no one else could. She nodded, it would be complicated but they would find a way to work it out. It wasn't important when it came to classes as all the houses were mixed during final year lessons, but it would be difficult when it came to awarding or removing house points. Should the boy want to play quidditch which house should he play for? And in which dorm should he sleep? Perhaps she should set him up in one of the guest quarters?
Harry's green eyes glittered with amusement, Luken truly did take after his father, and he wondered if he hadn't been so set on not being in Slytherin how things would have turned out for him?
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"Potter." The blond sneered at him as they met in the corridor.
"Draco, how nice to see you again." Harry smiled at his ex-nemesis from his own schooldays.
Draco Malfoy looked like he'd been slapped in the face with a wet fish, Harry Potter was being nice to him. It felt like the world had been tipped upside down.
"What brings you back here, Potter? Did you get fed up of hiding?" He tried to continue his snarky demeanour, but it fell somewhat flat because of his confusion.
"I wasn't in hiding, I was abroad, saving the world every few weeks and furthering my studies." Harry smiled.
The blond opened his mouth to retaliate when he spotted the transfer student approach.
"Professors." Luken smiled pleasantly at them both.
"Mr.Galway. That was quite some conversation you had with the sorting hat." Harry probed his son, subtly.
"It was very interesting, he was telling me all about how my father had talked him out of putting him in Slytherin. Really, that's ammo; he kept that one quiet from me for sure."
"That's quite remarkable." Malfoy's eyebrow raised in interest.
"This is Professor Malfoy." Harry interjected, sensing the question of "˜who Luken's father was' building.
"Nice to meet you, Sir." Luken held out his hand to Draco, a friendly smile on his face. He'd heard all about Draco Malfoy from his dad. Knew about how he'd changed sides during the war, about how his parents were death eaters and he'd been expected to follow but when it came down to it, he just didn't have it in him to follow Voldemort.
"You're American?" Draco noted.
"Half Irish and half English, actually, but I was raised in America, yes. In LA."
"I look forward to comparing the American and British standards of education." Malfoy smirked.
"Actually, I was mostly home schooled, except for OWL year, they wouldn't let me just sit the exams at the school I had to attend for the year."
"Is that so? And how did you do in your OWLs, can I expect to see you in my potions class?"
"I got Outstanding across the board. And yes, I'm very into potions. I was taught by one of the best natural magic users that has ever lived." Luken boasted, knowing that he'd done better than his dad had in his OWLs. He also knew that Harry would love to be able to boast about his son's intelligence, but they had agreed that no one would know about their relationship as father and son, unless it became necessary.
"Natural magic user?" Draco frowned in confusion.
"She didn't need a wand, but"¦" He trailed off; stopping himself before he told too much by saying his father didn't either.
The blond eyebrows shot up. He had heard that such people existed, but it was very rare and you had to be truly powerful to be able to successfully perform magic without a wand. The results otherwise were unpredictable at best and dangerous at worst.
"Ah, there you Mr.Galway. I have sorted out accommodation for you. If you would like to accompany me, I shall show you the way." Professor McGonagall appeared around the corner and interrupted the conversation.
Luken said goodbye to his dad and Professor Malfoy and followed the Head Mistress. He was surprised when she led him to the third floor. He'd heard all about it in his dad's tales of his first year, and had just assumed that it would be as off limits now as it was then. But as he looked around he realised that the description he'd been given didn't match, the area had been transformed into a bright and inviting area.
"This is usually the guest accommodation." Minerva explained. "Because you are technically in two houses, it isn't practical for you to move between dorms and asking you to choose would be asking you to do something that even the sorting hat could not. So we have had one of the guest suites prepared for you."
She stopped beside a portrait of the Greek God Eros; he was fluttering about and grinning with unreserved mischief as he fired his arrows around. Luken smiled at the moving portrait.
"The password is Romance, you are able to change it to suit your own needs." The Professor told him.
Eros was now studying them and batting his eyelashes at the dark haired young man. "Hello there handsome." The blond god smiled, brightly.
Luken continued to smile back, he nodded that he'd heard McGonagall and said "Hi. Romance!" He would most definitely have to change that.
Eros winked and swung aside to reveal the entrance to the room.
"I'll leave you to it now. Your timetable is in your room." The Head Mistress told him and left.
Luken stepped through the doorway and looked around the room. It was a small but comfortable sitting room, with a two-seat couch and an armchair positioned beside a fireplace. He smiled, that would make it easier to talk to his dad without anyone getting suspicious. The room was decorated in quite an old-fashioned way, so he waved his hand and focused his mind on the way he wanted it to look. When the youth opened his eyes he smiled.
"Much better." He told the room.
It was now decorated in shades of blue and the couch and chair were cream. There was a door to the right and when he pushed through he found himself in the bedroom. A four-post double bed dominated the room along with an old-fashioned mahogany wardrobe and dresser. It was decorated almost the same as the living room had been and he repeated his actions from before. One wall turned a deep red, the other three were white with blocks of red spaced across them, the carpet turned into a plush cream coloured one that his feet sank into.
The small en-suite bathroom suited him perfectly; it was clean white with a sea-blue mosaic tiling on the wall around the bath and sink, and the same on the floor. He returned back to the bedroom and set his trunk to unpacking itself.
Luken slipped out of his robes and with a flick of his wrist they hung themselves up in the wardrobe. He felt so much more comfortable in muggle clothes as his dad would insist on calling them. Worn denim jeans and a tight long sleeved t-shirt that hugged his body and showed off his muscles so nicely. One of the portraits of an old witch wolf-whistled at him and he winked back with a quiet chuckle.
There was an old writing desk in the corner of the room and he thought for a moment before transforming it into a beech wood computer desk, complete with computer equipment. Luken pulled out his mobile phone and set it down close to the laptop. It would provide him with the wireless Internet connection he needed. He sat down at the computer when it had started up and went to his email. Quickly, he typed up an email.
//Hi Pops,
I wanted to let you know that we got here just fine. The sorting hat nearly had a nervous breakdown trying to decide which house to put me in and decided in the end that it would leave me straddling two"¦ so I'm now the first ever Slythindor. Dad's amused, as you would well expect. The hat told me all about how when he sorted Dad that he'd talked it out of putting him in Slytherin. I always knew he was sly.
So, I've ended up with my own rooms because"¦ well I think honestly neither house is going to be friendly towards me since I'm also in their biggest rivals house. At least I get my own space and I've worked a little magic to get it looking how I want. I guess that means there's also little chance of me playing quidditch, I know dad will be as disappointed as I am, I think he was looking forward to seeing me up there again, you know how proud he was when I won the cup for the Academy.
I miss you already and it's only been a couple of days since we left. How are things back in LA? Is the big bad behaving himself? I think I'm going to miss the verbal sparring matches and I won't have anyone to train with so I'm going to have to try and keep up my fitness by myself. I haven't worked out yet how I'm going to feed; the magically created blood is always so tasteless. I'll ask dad about it I suppose; he might have some ideas. I can always feed from him once a month to supplement the fake stuff.
I got to meet that Draco Malfoy that dad has talked so much about. He is pretty I suppose, I can see why dad's always had a soft spot for him.
I'm still not convinced that you guys are gonna be alright without us there, things have changed so much in the last few months, what with Uncle Giles passing away and Willow going off to work with the Watcher's Council again. Still, I guess the three of you can handle it, right? I mean, how much trouble can three souled vamps get into in the city of angels?
Miss ya, love ya,
Luken x//
He clicked on his contact list and selected "˜Pops' from it, then hit send. He stared at the screen a moment. It was too early for him to go to bed yet so he surfed the net for a while, checking his yahoo groups and reading some fanfics.
Around midnight, he decided that despite not being tired, he really should go to bed. That was the trouble with this transfer, he was used to working mostly through the night, and his body had yet to adjust to the change. He would just have to try and meditate to get to sleep.
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Harry had left his son earlier in the evening; it was a strange feeling to watch him walking away with his old head of house like that. Sure, his son was almost a grown up"¦ in wizarding terms he'd come of age already. But that didn't mean it wasn't uncomfortable that there was a distance between them, they were used to sleeping in the next room to each other. Used to being able to shout out to the other if they wanted, to going out hunting at 1am, to eating cereal together at 7pm. It was odd and he felt lonely for the first time in 18 years, there was no Angel and no Luken to keep him company. His room was so quiet it was almost unnerving. He paced the room.
His life had changed a lot since he'd defeated Voldemort, the spell he'd used had meant that anyone carrying the dark mark had been immediately immobilised. It made catching and rounding up of the death eaters a simple task. He'd been 19 years old, when he'd finally achieved his goal. Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Draco along with the Order of the Phoenix, had fought alongside him, but ultimately it had to be him that finished him off. He hadn't realised it would be so hard to locate and destroy the last of the Horcruxs.
He and Draco had never spoken about what had happened with Dumbledore in the tower that fateful night in their 6th year. He knew without talking about it that, the blond never wanted to do it, that he regretted that Snape had done it. He knew that when Voldemort had found out about his hesitation he would have been punished severely. And most importantly, he knew that Draco had run"¦ turned to the Order for help, just as Albus had told him he should. Of course, the Malfoy heir had continued to wear his mask and never allowed anyone to see his vulnerability, but it didn't really matter because Harry knew. He saw it in his dreams almost every night for a year after *that night*.
It was only 10pm; his lesson plans had been prepared before they even left The States, Harry had nothing to do and he was bored. He sat in a comfortable armchair in front of his fire, a book open on his lap. He'd picked it up in Diagon Alley, a book on potions written by the secret love of his life. Draco Malfoy had become prolific in the field while he'd been away it would seem. He'd tried to keep abreast of events in the Wizarding community in Britain while he was in America, but it had been difficult, and delivery of the Daily Prophet was infrequent.
He could still remember clearly, the night when his world changed"¦ again. He'd just left a muggle nightclub when he'd been attacked by the beast, which he now knew was a vampire. Not knowing what it was he hadn't known how to defeat it, instead he'd "˜stupefied' it. That was how they were when Angel came into his life. A 19 year old wizard staring at the stupefied form of a vampire, trying to work out what the hell he should do with it.
Angel had been just as confused by the frozen vamp, he waved his hand in front of its face before shrugging and plunging a stake into its chest. Problem solved! Harry had seen too much over the course of his life to be freaked out by the beast exploding into a cloud of dust. Angel had tried to leave, Harry had followed, questioning him incessantly until he blurted that he was a wizard and would he just tell him already.
They had spent the rest of that night talking and the next day, while the sun was high in the sky, they had spent fucking. Their relationship was based on lust, pure and simple. Harry joined Angel's team, working alongside Spike, Willow and Angel. He and Willow were able to teach each other a lot of things and the small group became quite the force to be reckoned with.
Then he'd started to get sick, he didn't know what was wrong and ran all the diagnostic spells he could think of. It had been a joke from Spike one day that had made him pale in realisation. He was pregnant!
Giles and Xander had arrived from England shortly after that realisation and they helped him cope with the changes going on in his body. Things with Angel had cooled off but they'd remained friends. They determined he was about 4 months gone and things appeared healthy so far. He was no longer allowed to go out patrolling with the others; it was too dangerous. It was during that time that Xander became involved with Spike. The Watcher and Xander decided to stay in LA and Harry learnt a lot from Giles as well as the others.
Shortly after Luken's 2nd birthday, Xander had been mortally wounded and Spike turned him in the last effort to save him. Harry had been able to bind his soul during the process and so Xander never changed from the human he'd been except in physiology.
They were a close-knit group, a family, and a place where he and his son fit without having to justify themselves. His son, Luken was exceptional, he was so intelligent, quick and talented, his magic outclassed his dad's and the others put together by the time he was 14. But they had continued to teach him everything they knew, everything he would need to know. At 15 he had his high school diploma, at 16 he sat his OWLs, achieving full marks and accolades from the community in the US. And now they were at Hogwarts and he would take his NEWTs, something Harry had never done. Words couldn't express how proud he was of his son.
Harry had read about the problems they were having keeping a DADA teacher still and decided it was time he returned. He had fought against many things during his time in California and he wanted to share his knowledge with others. He felt marginally like Lockhart, except he'd actually done all these things unlike the other man who'd been a fake.
He felt like he'd come home, in a sense, it almost felt like the castle was his. But already he missed his life in LA, the freedom, family and camaraderie. Things would be very different for the two of them now.
Author: azure_chaos
Fandom: Angel/Harry Potter
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Angel/Harry, Spike/Xander (minor), Harry/Draco (eventually), OMC
Warnings: AU, m/m
Spoilers: post HBP and post Angel season 5.
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling; The Angel universe belongs to Joss Whedon and co. Luken is all mine.
Summary: It's been 18 years since Voldemort was brought down. Harry has been living in LA fighting on the side of the light alongside the team from Angel Investigations. His life has changed a lot since his days at Hogwarts"¦ but now he's returning to teach DADA and he isn't alone.
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Chapter 1 - Prodigal Son
It was the start of another school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The 1st years were all waiting to be sorted into their houses and the returning students were chattering happily with their friends about their summer. Professor McGonagall stood to make her welcoming speech, she had grown more imposing over the years that she had held the position of Head Mistress and the Great Hall fell silent.
Minerva smiled as she looked out at the assembled students. "Welcome to all students old and new. Last year we were extremely lucky to win the interschool challenge cup, lets hope we can carry that performance through to the new school year. Former pupils have gone off to far and wide, taken up positions in the ministry, as professional quidditch players or travelled to far corners of the globe to further their studies. Last year we welcomed back one of our former pupils to take up the vacant position of Potions Master. This year we welcome back another. As many of you will be aware, we have, for a long time found it hard to keep a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, this year we have yet another. Boys and Girls, I would like to introduce you to Professor Harry Potter."
As soon as she spoke the words, a whispering surged around the room sounding almost like waves crashing on a shore. The excited burble rose up and ran along the house tables and amongst the new students alike. A dark-haired teen stood at the back of the room and smirked. The Head Mistress allowed them a few moments as Harry came through the small door behind the teacher's table.
It was to be expected that his presence would create a stir, not just in the school but across the wizarding community, he had after all, dropped off the map 18 years ago. Harry walked across the dais, his dark blue robes swirling around him dramatically. He had aged well, still wearing an almost boyish face and a mischievous glint in his bright green eyes that were no longer hidden behind spectacles, his hair was as unruly as ever and his scar was barely visible under his fringe. He smiled at the children and raised a hand in a wave before sitting down.
Harry's eyes had flittered along the row of teachers and briefly met stormy grey ones, short light-blond hair almost shone in the candlelight and he let a smile pull at his lips. Draco Malfoy was Potions Master now, he'd heard all about it before he'd agreed to take up the position.
The sorting began and went through with few problems, he spotted a flash of red hair and recognised a Weasley when he saw one. He grinned to himself as the young boy was automatically sorted into Gryffindor. The first years had all taken their places at their house tables.
Minerva cleared her throat, "We have one last student to sort, he is a transfer student from America. Galway, Luken."
The dark haired young man walked between two of the long tables, there were whispers and curious eyes turned towards him. Girls nudged each other as they looked at him. He was tall and muscular, he walked with an almost cat-like grace, and full of confidence, he looked like he was stalking prey. His dark hair was unruly and he had the deepest, soul-filled brown eyes. Luken sat down on the chair and the sorting hat was placed on his head.
~Oh my, what do we have here? ~ The hat mused.
Luken smirked, ~Nice to meet you too~
~You're parentage is intriguing, half wizard half vampire, I don't think I've ever come across one such as you. I think you are perhaps unique. Such potential and greatness, and yet there is a darkness just below the surface. You're parents have influenced you a lot young one~
~Pretty hard for them not to~ He thought.
~I recall your wizard father, remember him sitting where you are now and pleading with me not to place him in Slytherin. In hindsight, anyone who could talk me into changing my placement is truly worthy of that house. But his bravery and courage were strong and Gryffindor beckoned him. Things may have been very different if I had not listened to him. But you"¦ you are a strange one. You have such strength and courage. Yet, tendrils of what I saw in your father and also from your vampire heritage"¦ you have a wicked side~
~A vampire with a hero complex~ Luken laughed, inwardly. ~You need to decide, they'll be wondering what's taking so long~ He urged the hat.
~My boy, I simply cannot decide. You have confounded me. If I place you in the wrong one it could have great repercussions. The house you are placed in can dictate the man you will be come, all-be-it only for a year~
Outside of the private conversation, the great hall was growing restless. The students were waiting with barely contained confusion. They'd never seen the hat take so long to make a decision. The teachers looked at each other, some of them had been there a good few years and were in the same position as the pupils. Only McGonagall recalled one who had taken so long to be sorted and he sat at the teacher's table with an odd smirk on his face.
Harry had expected something like this. His son was a unique enigma; as the meaning of his name suggested, he was a bringer of light and fought for the powers that be, with the bravery of a lion, yet he was cunning and sleek as a snake. He had his father's ability for parseltongue, powerful magic beyond his years, and a thirst for justice and occasionally blood. His wrath was fierce and final, his forgiveness, gentle and complete, he was almost a dichotomy of nature. He couldn't help but wonder about the conversation that was going on with the hat, he remembered his own all those years ago.
"SLYTHINDOR!" The hat proclaimed loudly.
The Slytherin table had started to applaud but it trailed off as it registered that there was something not right with the word. A confused noise ran round the room and Professor McGonagall moved to speak with the hat.
"What do you mean? Slythindor?" She tried to keep her shrill Scottish voice at a whisper.
"There is simply no way to separate the two within this boy, he has a great destiny and both sides are tightly entwined to enable that." The hat told her.
Never in all her time at Hogwarts had she ever heard the hat give a split decision, she trusted its judgement in these matters and as such could not argue with it. It had the ability to see into the wearer's heart and soul in a way no one else could. She nodded, it would be complicated but they would find a way to work it out. It wasn't important when it came to classes as all the houses were mixed during final year lessons, but it would be difficult when it came to awarding or removing house points. Should the boy want to play quidditch which house should he play for? And in which dorm should he sleep? Perhaps she should set him up in one of the guest quarters?
Harry's green eyes glittered with amusement, Luken truly did take after his father, and he wondered if he hadn't been so set on not being in Slytherin how things would have turned out for him?
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"Potter." The blond sneered at him as they met in the corridor.
"Draco, how nice to see you again." Harry smiled at his ex-nemesis from his own schooldays.
Draco Malfoy looked like he'd been slapped in the face with a wet fish, Harry Potter was being nice to him. It felt like the world had been tipped upside down.
"What brings you back here, Potter? Did you get fed up of hiding?" He tried to continue his snarky demeanour, but it fell somewhat flat because of his confusion.
"I wasn't in hiding, I was abroad, saving the world every few weeks and furthering my studies." Harry smiled.
The blond opened his mouth to retaliate when he spotted the transfer student approach.
"Professors." Luken smiled pleasantly at them both.
"Mr.Galway. That was quite some conversation you had with the sorting hat." Harry probed his son, subtly.
"It was very interesting, he was telling me all about how my father had talked him out of putting him in Slytherin. Really, that's ammo; he kept that one quiet from me for sure."
"That's quite remarkable." Malfoy's eyebrow raised in interest.
"This is Professor Malfoy." Harry interjected, sensing the question of "˜who Luken's father was' building.
"Nice to meet you, Sir." Luken held out his hand to Draco, a friendly smile on his face. He'd heard all about Draco Malfoy from his dad. Knew about how he'd changed sides during the war, about how his parents were death eaters and he'd been expected to follow but when it came down to it, he just didn't have it in him to follow Voldemort.
"You're American?" Draco noted.
"Half Irish and half English, actually, but I was raised in America, yes. In LA."
"I look forward to comparing the American and British standards of education." Malfoy smirked.
"Actually, I was mostly home schooled, except for OWL year, they wouldn't let me just sit the exams at the school I had to attend for the year."
"Is that so? And how did you do in your OWLs, can I expect to see you in my potions class?"
"I got Outstanding across the board. And yes, I'm very into potions. I was taught by one of the best natural magic users that has ever lived." Luken boasted, knowing that he'd done better than his dad had in his OWLs. He also knew that Harry would love to be able to boast about his son's intelligence, but they had agreed that no one would know about their relationship as father and son, unless it became necessary.
"Natural magic user?" Draco frowned in confusion.
"She didn't need a wand, but"¦" He trailed off; stopping himself before he told too much by saying his father didn't either.
The blond eyebrows shot up. He had heard that such people existed, but it was very rare and you had to be truly powerful to be able to successfully perform magic without a wand. The results otherwise were unpredictable at best and dangerous at worst.
"Ah, there you Mr.Galway. I have sorted out accommodation for you. If you would like to accompany me, I shall show you the way." Professor McGonagall appeared around the corner and interrupted the conversation.
Luken said goodbye to his dad and Professor Malfoy and followed the Head Mistress. He was surprised when she led him to the third floor. He'd heard all about it in his dad's tales of his first year, and had just assumed that it would be as off limits now as it was then. But as he looked around he realised that the description he'd been given didn't match, the area had been transformed into a bright and inviting area.
"This is usually the guest accommodation." Minerva explained. "Because you are technically in two houses, it isn't practical for you to move between dorms and asking you to choose would be asking you to do something that even the sorting hat could not. So we have had one of the guest suites prepared for you."
She stopped beside a portrait of the Greek God Eros; he was fluttering about and grinning with unreserved mischief as he fired his arrows around. Luken smiled at the moving portrait.
"The password is Romance, you are able to change it to suit your own needs." The Professor told him.
Eros was now studying them and batting his eyelashes at the dark haired young man. "Hello there handsome." The blond god smiled, brightly.
Luken continued to smile back, he nodded that he'd heard McGonagall and said "Hi. Romance!" He would most definitely have to change that.
Eros winked and swung aside to reveal the entrance to the room.
"I'll leave you to it now. Your timetable is in your room." The Head Mistress told him and left.
Luken stepped through the doorway and looked around the room. It was a small but comfortable sitting room, with a two-seat couch and an armchair positioned beside a fireplace. He smiled, that would make it easier to talk to his dad without anyone getting suspicious. The room was decorated in quite an old-fashioned way, so he waved his hand and focused his mind on the way he wanted it to look. When the youth opened his eyes he smiled.
"Much better." He told the room.
It was now decorated in shades of blue and the couch and chair were cream. There was a door to the right and when he pushed through he found himself in the bedroom. A four-post double bed dominated the room along with an old-fashioned mahogany wardrobe and dresser. It was decorated almost the same as the living room had been and he repeated his actions from before. One wall turned a deep red, the other three were white with blocks of red spaced across them, the carpet turned into a plush cream coloured one that his feet sank into.
The small en-suite bathroom suited him perfectly; it was clean white with a sea-blue mosaic tiling on the wall around the bath and sink, and the same on the floor. He returned back to the bedroom and set his trunk to unpacking itself.
Luken slipped out of his robes and with a flick of his wrist they hung themselves up in the wardrobe. He felt so much more comfortable in muggle clothes as his dad would insist on calling them. Worn denim jeans and a tight long sleeved t-shirt that hugged his body and showed off his muscles so nicely. One of the portraits of an old witch wolf-whistled at him and he winked back with a quiet chuckle.
There was an old writing desk in the corner of the room and he thought for a moment before transforming it into a beech wood computer desk, complete with computer equipment. Luken pulled out his mobile phone and set it down close to the laptop. It would provide him with the wireless Internet connection he needed. He sat down at the computer when it had started up and went to his email. Quickly, he typed up an email.
//Hi Pops,
I wanted to let you know that we got here just fine. The sorting hat nearly had a nervous breakdown trying to decide which house to put me in and decided in the end that it would leave me straddling two"¦ so I'm now the first ever Slythindor. Dad's amused, as you would well expect. The hat told me all about how when he sorted Dad that he'd talked it out of putting him in Slytherin. I always knew he was sly.
So, I've ended up with my own rooms because"¦ well I think honestly neither house is going to be friendly towards me since I'm also in their biggest rivals house. At least I get my own space and I've worked a little magic to get it looking how I want. I guess that means there's also little chance of me playing quidditch, I know dad will be as disappointed as I am, I think he was looking forward to seeing me up there again, you know how proud he was when I won the cup for the Academy.
I miss you already and it's only been a couple of days since we left. How are things back in LA? Is the big bad behaving himself? I think I'm going to miss the verbal sparring matches and I won't have anyone to train with so I'm going to have to try and keep up my fitness by myself. I haven't worked out yet how I'm going to feed; the magically created blood is always so tasteless. I'll ask dad about it I suppose; he might have some ideas. I can always feed from him once a month to supplement the fake stuff.
I got to meet that Draco Malfoy that dad has talked so much about. He is pretty I suppose, I can see why dad's always had a soft spot for him.
I'm still not convinced that you guys are gonna be alright without us there, things have changed so much in the last few months, what with Uncle Giles passing away and Willow going off to work with the Watcher's Council again. Still, I guess the three of you can handle it, right? I mean, how much trouble can three souled vamps get into in the city of angels?
Miss ya, love ya,
Luken x//
He clicked on his contact list and selected "˜Pops' from it, then hit send. He stared at the screen a moment. It was too early for him to go to bed yet so he surfed the net for a while, checking his yahoo groups and reading some fanfics.
Around midnight, he decided that despite not being tired, he really should go to bed. That was the trouble with this transfer, he was used to working mostly through the night, and his body had yet to adjust to the change. He would just have to try and meditate to get to sleep.
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Harry had left his son earlier in the evening; it was a strange feeling to watch him walking away with his old head of house like that. Sure, his son was almost a grown up"¦ in wizarding terms he'd come of age already. But that didn't mean it wasn't uncomfortable that there was a distance between them, they were used to sleeping in the next room to each other. Used to being able to shout out to the other if they wanted, to going out hunting at 1am, to eating cereal together at 7pm. It was odd and he felt lonely for the first time in 18 years, there was no Angel and no Luken to keep him company. His room was so quiet it was almost unnerving. He paced the room.
His life had changed a lot since he'd defeated Voldemort, the spell he'd used had meant that anyone carrying the dark mark had been immediately immobilised. It made catching and rounding up of the death eaters a simple task. He'd been 19 years old, when he'd finally achieved his goal. Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Draco along with the Order of the Phoenix, had fought alongside him, but ultimately it had to be him that finished him off. He hadn't realised it would be so hard to locate and destroy the last of the Horcruxs.
He and Draco had never spoken about what had happened with Dumbledore in the tower that fateful night in their 6th year. He knew without talking about it that, the blond never wanted to do it, that he regretted that Snape had done it. He knew that when Voldemort had found out about his hesitation he would have been punished severely. And most importantly, he knew that Draco had run"¦ turned to the Order for help, just as Albus had told him he should. Of course, the Malfoy heir had continued to wear his mask and never allowed anyone to see his vulnerability, but it didn't really matter because Harry knew. He saw it in his dreams almost every night for a year after *that night*.
It was only 10pm; his lesson plans had been prepared before they even left The States, Harry had nothing to do and he was bored. He sat in a comfortable armchair in front of his fire, a book open on his lap. He'd picked it up in Diagon Alley, a book on potions written by the secret love of his life. Draco Malfoy had become prolific in the field while he'd been away it would seem. He'd tried to keep abreast of events in the Wizarding community in Britain while he was in America, but it had been difficult, and delivery of the Daily Prophet was infrequent.
He could still remember clearly, the night when his world changed"¦ again. He'd just left a muggle nightclub when he'd been attacked by the beast, which he now knew was a vampire. Not knowing what it was he hadn't known how to defeat it, instead he'd "˜stupefied' it. That was how they were when Angel came into his life. A 19 year old wizard staring at the stupefied form of a vampire, trying to work out what the hell he should do with it.
Angel had been just as confused by the frozen vamp, he waved his hand in front of its face before shrugging and plunging a stake into its chest. Problem solved! Harry had seen too much over the course of his life to be freaked out by the beast exploding into a cloud of dust. Angel had tried to leave, Harry had followed, questioning him incessantly until he blurted that he was a wizard and would he just tell him already.
They had spent the rest of that night talking and the next day, while the sun was high in the sky, they had spent fucking. Their relationship was based on lust, pure and simple. Harry joined Angel's team, working alongside Spike, Willow and Angel. He and Willow were able to teach each other a lot of things and the small group became quite the force to be reckoned with.
Then he'd started to get sick, he didn't know what was wrong and ran all the diagnostic spells he could think of. It had been a joke from Spike one day that had made him pale in realisation. He was pregnant!
Giles and Xander had arrived from England shortly after that realisation and they helped him cope with the changes going on in his body. Things with Angel had cooled off but they'd remained friends. They determined he was about 4 months gone and things appeared healthy so far. He was no longer allowed to go out patrolling with the others; it was too dangerous. It was during that time that Xander became involved with Spike. The Watcher and Xander decided to stay in LA and Harry learnt a lot from Giles as well as the others.
Shortly after Luken's 2nd birthday, Xander had been mortally wounded and Spike turned him in the last effort to save him. Harry had been able to bind his soul during the process and so Xander never changed from the human he'd been except in physiology.
They were a close-knit group, a family, and a place where he and his son fit without having to justify themselves. His son, Luken was exceptional, he was so intelligent, quick and talented, his magic outclassed his dad's and the others put together by the time he was 14. But they had continued to teach him everything they knew, everything he would need to know. At 15 he had his high school diploma, at 16 he sat his OWLs, achieving full marks and accolades from the community in the US. And now they were at Hogwarts and he would take his NEWTs, something Harry had never done. Words couldn't express how proud he was of his son.
Harry had read about the problems they were having keeping a DADA teacher still and decided it was time he returned. He had fought against many things during his time in California and he wanted to share his knowledge with others. He felt marginally like Lockhart, except he'd actually done all these things unlike the other man who'd been a fake.
He felt like he'd come home, in a sense, it almost felt like the castle was his. But already he missed his life in LA, the freedom, family and camaraderie. Things would be very different for the two of them now.