Blood's Magic

A/N: Just a quick note to explain about the dates and time changes; Harry Potter has been moved up 5 years. Burnt Offerings has moved from happening in July to in September/October. Blue Moon as such will be moved to November, the rest should roughly stay the same. This is a crossover of Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter and Harry Potter. I’ve tried to keep it close to the original time lines and such, but I’ve also take some liberty with it.

Onto the prologue!

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Year Three

September 3, 1998

Dear Traveler,

Hi, this is Harry. Well, who else would be writing to you like this? I mean, you said this summer that other than Balthasar and the Council you kept to yourself. Then again you could assume that this letter is from the Council – wait, you know Hedwig so never mind.

Well, it looks like I’ve already been discovered. While on the train the compartment open was one with a teacher in. And he smelt of wolf. Badly. I’m worried. After this whole Dementor thing where I collapsed (nothing to worry about I’m fine) he kept looking at me. I called him on it and he said I looked extraordinarily like my Dad but I had my mother’s eyes. Everyone says that, but that wasn’t what he was thinking. I knew he was lying. I guess you could say I smelt it on him?

He’s not a very powerful wolf, if he is alpha it’s just barely. But… I’m going to see him tomorrow, after classes. I don’t want anyone else to know about me being a shapeshifter. I don’t know how anyone would react. Rejection hurts you know? And this time it would be more permanent than most, even more so than last year with the whole Heir of Slytherin going on.

I don’t want Dumbledore to know. I know he has everyone’s best interest at heart… but I don’t fully trust him now. Not after what little protection he left me with at the Dursleys. I mean, sure the wards protect me around the house, but not if they send me out. Bloody relatives. Sending me out to get milk in the middle of the night? Who in their right minds would want sodding milk at eleven! Didn’t even notice that I came back two days later! Then again, I am partly to blame. I didn’t realize it was the full moon, nor did I notice the tiger till she pounced me. Thank god for my magic kicking itself into over drive. And you. Thank you again. If you hadn’t found me… I might have died, or not known what the hell was going on. Lucky tigers are your animals to call. I would have panicked and written to everyone. Wolfsbane only works for wolves… and even then it tears the wolf apart. It’s not good for them.

As I previously mentioned something called a Dementor came onto the train, to check for the murder Sirius Black. It felt horrible, like I would never be happy again. I heard a scream and fainted. It was not a pleasant experience and it made me feel so weak. No one else fainted, only me.

I’m sorry, I’m rambling. But I am writing to you as I promised. Why did you make me promise that anyways?

Keep in touch,

Harry Potter

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September 30, 1998

Dear Mr. Potter,

I apologize for the late reply. Balthasar and I have been… busy as of late. The Council has called, and we have answered, as we must. We are currently residing in America. I have changed bodies again, and currently we are investigating the Master of the City of St. Louis. He has a Necromancer as a human servant. This bore looking into as we, in the days of old, slew Necromancers on sight just as humans in the past have slain us, and you.

I must implore you to keep your lycanthropy a secret, as much as of one as possible. If the wolf must know then let him, but swear him to secrecy for I do not wish to have you under lock and key because I do know you enjoy your freedom.

How has your control been? The two shifts I observed were not pleasant but you have decent control.

The reason I asked for you to continue to contact me? You have intrigued me, and not many people do that. You have survived many obstacles in life, and I wish to continue observing you overcome more. I found it great luck that I sensed the death of the shapeshifter that night, I would never have found such a delightful gift to watch. I think you will continue to surprise me, as very little is really known about the intricacies of the wizarding world to us vampires. I wish to hear more of this Hogwarts.

Those Dementors seem troubling and disturbing; I hope you find a solution.

T

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October 20, 1998

Dear Traveler,

As I’ve insisted many times, please call me Harry.

You remember towards the end of summer when I almost lost it and shifted in front of my relatives and my aunt started to blow up? I forgot to thank you back then too. I was just so angry. And thanks for also getting my stuff and taking me to the Leaky Cauldron. I mean…I guess I was recalling a lot of the summer. Professor Lupin, the wolf, promised with a wizarding vow that unless someone is threatened he would keep my secret as a favour to my parents and me.

He knew them! He was best mates with my dad! And… the man who betrayed them… Sirius Black. Or I’ve been told anyways. He was the one who sold them out to Voldemort. You know how I told you that Sirius Black had escaped, right? He’s apparently after mean for some strange revenge for Voldemort. I think.

Hogwarts is a big castle in Scotland. Not just big actually, it’s huge! We have seven years, year one starting at the age eleven and year seven at seventeen. There are four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. I’m in Gryffindor. We’re known for bravery, but sometimes I wonder if that’s true. Slytherins are usually known Dark wizards, but then what about Sirius Black? He was a Gryffindor. And the Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. The house is known for being sly, cunning, and ambitious. Sometimes I truly do see that in me… and I wonder if I suit the house I was Sorted into. But I wouldn’t go back and change anything, I have friends here and most of the Slytherins are stuck up ponces.

Going back to Hogwarts, it has large grassy - soon to be snowy - grounds, a lake, green houses, the gamekeeper’s hut, and the Forbidden Forest which surrounds it. That’s where I’ve gone the past two full moons. Professor Lupin said the Shrieking Shack, in Hogsmeade, a village beside the school, would be better since it would have less chance of an attack, but I wanted to be free! Third years and up can go to the village if they have permission, but as the Dursleys didn’t sign the permission form I can’t visit. Ron and Hermione, my friends if you remember them, said they would bring be back everything they could carry but it isn’t the same.

Hogwarts has many different staircases that are always changing; it keeps one on their toes. The portraits can be very helpful or very useless. Sir Cadogan is one of the very useless. I swear he lead Ron and me to the longest route to the Divination room. Divination so far is completely boring. My death’s been predicted, and none of us believe it anymore… or I try not to. The Professor said the grim, a large black dog like creature, would be the death of me and now I’m seeing a grim everywhere. I’m going completely mental.

Halloween is approaching. I guess I’ve only just been thinking of it, but it’s the night my parents died. I hope the feast is good this year.

Erm, should I thank you for your interest? It’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t know all this. I really don’t have any friends outside of Hogwarts, none that I can talk to without breaking any laws.

Hoping America goes well,

Harry

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November 1, 1998

Dear Harry,

I shall address you as such, if you so insist. Balthasar wishes to put in a greeting for him. I believe he does miss your company at times. But I keep him busy.

America went well, to say the very least, though next time I might have to do something to tone down my power or find a better suited body. The vampires in St. Louis started to go insane, feral, much like a wild animal in the jungle.

The Council has decided to wait and observe the Master of the City and his triumvirate for now. They are powerful, not like I am but in their own right. The Necromancer, Anita, offered me friendship. I took the offer and now… I have what is considered a friend. She intrigued me, much like you, but for many different reasons. She holds nothing over your beauty, however. You are like the most radiant star.

This Hogwarts… is interesting. Hogsmeade sounds familiar. The Council is composed of the very few vampires who do know about your world, and we do keep tabs on it. I might go to observe this town.

Forever Traveling,

T

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November 13, 1998

Dear Traveler,

Sirius Black tried to break into the Gryffindor common room! On Halloween, he slashed the Fat Lady’s portrait. She’s the portrait that conceals the Gryffindor common room from the rest of the school. Now we have that completely mad portrait of Sir Cadogan guarding the entrance.

Tomorrow the Gryffindor team has a Quidditch match. The game that’s flown on broomsticks, the one that you said was completely pointless (I still disagree with you) and dangerous. I’ve been careful, however, on how I’ve been playing. I know if I wanted to I could punch a Bludger and damage it more than it would damage me. My reflexes are better and I can catch the snitch faster, but I tone it down a bit and try a mimic my old way of playing. I can’t wait until the match tomorrow. Oliver Wood, the team captain, really wants to win the cup this year, as it’s his last.

Hogsmeade sounds wonderful. Ron and Hermione brought back so many different items from all of the stores they could. I really liked the candy from Honeydukes. It was delicious. They also bought me what looked like half the joke shop, Zonko’s, and some of joke items were hilarious. The dung bombs I’m going to stay from. I really hate my nose sometimes you know? Sure it comes in handy sometimes – I helped Ron find Scabbers – but the simple joys such as dung bombs just aren’t enjoyable. Just as sharing a dorm room with four other boys. I mean the sure it’s kept well, laundry is done, the dorm is swept and kept clean, and all of that is fine and good but I swear sometimes that Seamus Finnegan doesn’t know the phrase ‘personal hygiene’. Usually he’s pretty good with grabbing a shower every morning, but last week he woke up late two days in a row and never bothered to take a shower in the evening. We had Herbology, in the Greenhouses. I think even Neville started to wrinkle his nose when he was downwind of him.

Snape gave Lupin the Wolfsbane potion. It smells horrible. I really hope Snape never has to come up with a tiger version. Actually… it could work on me anyways. Lupin offered to let me try it; I flat out refused. No way. My beast is content being free on the full moon and in return it gives me the control I need. Like even during the full moon I have most of my mind, it’s just more feral. I want to hunt, I want to rip, I want to feel the fear of another cowing before me, but I can also still think somewhat rationally. I’m still part human after all.

Draco Malfoy… I can’t believe him. He’s such an arrogant prat. He’s still playing off an injury that should have been healed by now, and has been healed since he got it. And he almost caused Hagrid to lose his job. I’ve never been as close to shifting out of anger before that point, even against Aunt Marge, which was a very close call. I’ve got to be more careful. I can’t afford to get provoked by something as petty as a rivalry now.

Uh, I’m not that good looking. Yeah… I don’t know exactly what to say. I’m a scrawny, under-fed teenager. I’m certainly nothing to Balthasar or your real body. Then again… you guys are so much older. I mean, not like that! You aren’t old looking, I just mean well like age wise! Yes that’s it. Age wise. You guys are… oh I can’t even remember.

Anita Blake sounds interesting however. Necromancers are labeled Dark in the wizarding world; I looked them up in the library. Hermione asked why I was looking up Dark creatures in the library. She was suspicious of me, since I never show any interest in studying and whatnot. I told her that I was very interested in Defense Against the Dark Arts and that I was doing a bit of side reading, hoping that maybe it had more information of Dementors but I had gotten side tracked and decided to look up an assortment of different creatures classified as ‘Dark’. I think she bought it for now, but I’m going to go to Lupin and ask if he knows anything more and to create a better cover story. Hah. I’m now labeled as ‘Dark’. This is very amusing. The one who is supposed to be the leader and hope of the Light is now considered Dark. I think I’ve become cynical.

I think I’m finally showing my Slytherin side. It isn’t bad being cunning and sly, but I don’t like lying to my friends. I can imagine their reactions all to clearly. Well, several of them. Ron I can imagine recoiling with horror, scared and all over reacting and rejecting me. Hermione would tell the professors and the headmaster and try to come up with some sort of solution. In the end… I’m pretty sure after the shock they would adjust, but I don’t think that it would be the same. Then again, I’ve underestimated them before and it might go over rather well. Perhaps I am the one overreacting.

Looking forward to your next reply and tell Balthasar I say hi. Oh and am I not a friend? Sorry, I think I’m just reading into things too much.

Harry

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December 14, 1998

Dear Harry,

Balthasar and I are currently in France now on Council work so I ask you forgiveness for such a short reply to such a long letter.

I am very sorry to hear about this Fat Lady of yours. From what you tell me she seems to be a well-mannered portrait. I will admit, it feels very odd to write about a portrait’s manners.

Quidditch is pointless and dangerous. If you feel and righted yourself without any medical attention people would wonder why. Not to mention the fact that you could easy hurt someone, I am glad that you have a minimal contact position. If you had been a, what is it called? Beater? I would have asked you resign.

Are you all right with this… Sirius Black after you? Be careful. I do not wish to lose the only tiger I have contact with.

You are fine looking, and once you have matured you be beautiful. I have an eye for people such as you. If you do proper work outs and eat correctly you’ll fill out quite nicely.

The wizards truly have no idea on how vampires really function. Just as you fool us we fool you. It is very amusing. While wizards consider us ‘Dark’, humans begin to see us differently. In fact I bet your Professor Lupin knows more about vampires and out politics than you Headmaster Dumbledore. Shapeshifters tend to try and separate themselves from vampires, but it never works. We are too intertwined. Next summer I shall start to teach you about weretiger traditions and communities. The greatest worry you have is to be kidnapped by other tigers as tiger lycanthropy is very hard to catch, and the tigers are very high and mighty about who gets to catch it. They see it as an honour to bestow the tiger lycanthropy upon someone. Their culture is filled with arranged marriages and severing ties with the outside world. Now that I can ponder this it is much like your world with your Purebloods and your separate world from the humans. Odd.

And yes I consider you a friend as of now. Balthasar wishes to know what you would like for Christmas. I do not know why he enjoys this type of frivolity.

From France,

T

P.S. What does Hedwig eat? We are never too sure what to award her with.

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December 26, 1998

Dear Traveller,

I hope you had a better Christmas than I did. So many things happened.

First I found out that not only Sirius Black was my parent’s friend, but also he is my Godfather. I… I found out in a crowded place, with Ron and Hermione right beside me. I was losing control fast. The Weasley twins had given me a map so I could sneak into Hogsmeade. The map is great, it tells you where everyone is at any time of the day and where he or she is headed to and so on. It works very well with my invisibility cloak. So I got into Hogsmeade and we followed the teachers in. Overheard their conversation. It made me so angry and made me feel so betrayed. My parents trusted this man and he had them killed! I rushed them out of there so fast and got back to Honeydukes where the secret passage is. I shifted for the first time out of a full moon. Merlin was it painful. Eventually I just curled into a ball and had to wait out a few hours. You aren’t supposed to shift back to human or it’ll knock you out right? I half-shifted to human. I must say looking like a cross between a tiger and a man is very amusing. I didn’t know it was possible; can many weres do it? I was taller! That was an plus. Anyways I waited another hour before I tried human. It worked, but I was knackered. Thank Merlin for my invisibility cloak. Imagine me trying to explain to a professor why I was naked in the middle of winter in the hallway. I got back to the common room in one piece and I saw Ron and Hermione worrying. I quickly changed and went back out and came in. They hugged me… they were so worried. I told them I had just needed time to myself.

That was only one part of my horrible holiday. Yesterday I got a Firebolt. The fastest and best broom out currently. All was good, right? Had a great Hogwarts feast, Professor Lupin was sadly absent, and a great time with the small population of the school during the holidays. Then when I get to the common room I go to get the Firebolt, see if I can polish it or something, when Professor McGonagall comes in and demands to see the broom. She then takes it saying they need to strip it down! And it was Hermione who tipped her off! She says it’s because Sirius Black probably sent it to me, and it’s probably jinxed or something. I’m peeved at her. But… I did realize she had a point, but it still makes me angry!

On a better note Professor Lupin will start to teach me how to repel the Dementors soon. I’m looking rather forward to it. I don’t want to hear the voices of my parents before they die.

Erm, I don’t really have anything in mind for Christmas. I’m happy with what I get. I hope you two like your presents. I know it’s not much… but I hope the blood lollies are good. And I hope you guys like the scarves I found. Oh! And Hedwig likes anything, but she particularly likes bacon, especially the burnt bits.

Happy Christmas,

Harry

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December 29, 1998

Dear Harry,

I was wondering when you would lose control. I assume it was shock that let you get out of the establishment before you shifted. I must say you can have quite a cool head when needed.

I am sorry to hear about your broom, but I agree with your friend. You must learn caution. It may not be ‘Gryffindor’ but it is common sense. If you wish to survive in this world you must always be cautious, you more so than others.

Balthasar says to thank you for the scarf. It was a very nice thought. And these blood lollies are very interesting. They are a surprising invention and taste rather nice.

You can get out of the school undetected, right? Come to Hogsmeade village on the thirty-first before sundown. Wear common clothing, not your school robes. We should like to give your present in person as we’re going to Scotland on business anyways.

Thank you for the information on Hedwig.

Happy belated Christmas,

T

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January 7, 1999

Dear Traveler,

Okay, I had to work up the courage to start writing you again, you know? I really did like the bracelet; I still think you shouldn’t have put so much effort towards me. I do like the charm of the emerald-eyed tiger…

Yes, I’m avoiding the point to this. I’m still so very confused. I don’t really get anything anymore. Ron blames my mood on losing the Firebolt. But that isn’t it, well not all of it at least. I still don’t get why you kissed me. I almost shifted, but you held it back. Thank you for that I guess… but after you just disappeared! Why!? I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about all of this. I mean I suspected something with you and Balthasar, I may be oblivious to advances towards me (or so I’m told) but I’m not completely oblivious. You have Balthasar already, so I don’t get it. What would you want with me? I’m just Harry. Just Harry. I’m nothing special, well in you world anyways. I’m not that spectacular even in this one. I…I’m really confused right now. I’m a scrawny thirteen-year-old weretiger. You’re a powerful vampire, really powerful. You’ve lived centuries upon centuries. What have I got that you haven’t seen before?

I’m not really expecting a reply, since I fled pretty fast afterwards.

Ever confused,

Harry Potter

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January 17, 1999

Dear Harry,

I’m not entirely sure why, but I have become rather attached to you. I’m not sure if this is because my animal to call is the tiger or not. The clans of tigers usually stay away from vampires who have them as their animal to call.

I am sorry if I ruined our friendship. I will not advance on you until you can accept my intentions. I did not intentionally confuse you.

And you must realize Harry that you are not ‘just Harry’. You are so much more than just a thirteen-year-old shapeshifter. You will see.

And your welcome for the charm, it was no trouble.

Traveler

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February 23, 1999

Dear Traveler,

That’s the first time I’ve seen you sign your full name. You haven’t ruined our friendship - I just need time to think.

I got the Firebolt back! Gryffindor won out match against Ravenclaw! We can win the cup! We’ve never been so close before. Our next match will be against Slytherin. We just need to win the last match against Slytherin by more than fifty points and we have it. The cup will be ours.

Professor Lupin has been teaching me to repel the Dementors. It’s going ok, the Boggart-Dementor is already hard to repel. I think I might need a stronger happier memory. I know this is sort of twisted, but I almost don’t want to repel the Dementors. I hear my parents’ voices. In their last moments Dad told Mum to run, run with me and get away and that he’d hold off Voldemort. I know they’re dead though, there’s no way to bring them back. I know I have to stop the effect they have on me.

Ron and Hermione are at odds again. After the whole Firebolt issue was resolved, Ron went to take the broom upstairs and Scabbers, his rat, was missing and there was blood on his sheets. We think Crookshanks ate him, but Hermione doesn’t think so. It’s so frustrating sometimes. Then Ron got attacked by Sirius Black. The whole school was buzzing with the news. The Fat Lady is back, finally, since Sir Cadogan was sacked. Ron asked me why Black attacked him however, and not me. Did he get the wrong bed? And why didn’t he just silence Ron? So many questions and no answers have turned up.

Erm, advance? I’m not so sure about that…

Harry

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March 23, 1999

Dear Harry,

As much as you dislike him, this Sirius Black is an interesting character. Perhaps his goal is not to kill you?

Well done on the Dementor.

Just think about it. You’ll have plenty of time.

I apologize for such a short letter. Balthasar and I are very busy with Council work. Much debate is going on within the chambers. The Mother of all Darkness may be awakening.

Traveler

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April 12, 1999

Dear Traveler,

We won! We got the Quidditch cup! Haha. It was brilliant. We were partying for the entire night. I was glad the next day was a Sunday.

Hermione has surprised us a lot lately. First, after we found out that Buckbeak was going to be executed (we’re still trying to figure out a way to see him), Malfoy was mocking Hagrid. Ron and I were going to have a go at him but Hermione got there first. She hit him! It was bloody brilliant. Then in Divination a few classes ago she walked out of class saying she gave up. This is completely unheard of from Hermione. Schoolwork is one of the most important things to her, as are the rules. She’s almost turned us in a few times and in first year she basically stated that she rather die then get expelled. Ron and Hermione made up, by the way.

What is that you do for the Council? And who is this Mother of all Darkness? She doesn’t sound like good news. Tell me more about being a vampire, like what an animal to call is. I still don’t completely get it.

Exams are coming up. Bother.

Hope the Council work goes well,

Harry

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May 16, 1999

Dear Harry,

First and foremost I shall say good luck on your exams, as I may not be able to write back. Balthasar and I have been all over Europe again, but no answers have turned up.

The Mother is the creator of vampires; she is the Mother to all of us. She is extremely powerful and we have kept her in slumber, but we have felt a restlessness descend upon the area where she rests. It may be nothing, but we wish to make sure.

Generally, an animal to call is the animal a Master Vampire can summon and control with his will. In some cases it takes the place of the human servant, as seen by some of the Masters, or sometimes a Master will have both human servant and animal to call. This occurs when all three form something called a Triumvirate and they are all tied together. It has been known that a few Masters have both animal to call and human servant without creating a Triumvirate. The best example of a Triumvirate I could give you would be the one in St. Louis between Jean-Claude, Anita Blake, and Richard Zeeman, although since this is not common knowledge you would not find much information on it. I will explain it more in detail when I see you during the summer. The best example of the three together without being a Triumvirate in that sense would be Augustine, Master of Chicago with his human servant and lion animal to call.

But that is just the… tip of the iceberg as you might say. Animals to call are so much more. I could, if I so wish, control real tigers along with the weretigers. It is much easier for me to ensnare the mind of a weretiger than a lycanthrope of another animal. Only a Master can gain an animal to call. They have to be a mid to high ranking Master to be able to call an animal. The animal varies from vampire to vampire and not one specific line has one specific type of animal. Bell Mort, for example, can call big cats (like you) while Jean-Claude, a member of her line, calls wolves. A Master can also gain more than one animal, though I do not know if that has to do with power or contact or just simply time.

I will explain more to you during the summer. Enjoy the rest of the school year and stay out of trouble. Congratulations on winning the Cup, I am glad that you can no longer injure yourself playing that odd sport. Broomsticks were never meant to fly, nor were humans – or weretigers in your case – either.

Good luck on exams,

Traveler.

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June 20, 1999

Dear Traveler,

I have so much to tell you. So much has happened. You were right not to judge Sirius. He didn’t betray my parents, and he wants me to live with him! But, like everything with me, disaster struck. Ron’s rat Scabbers was really Peter Pettigrew, the man who betrayed my parents to Voldemort and we got the truth about what happened the night my parents died. In the end Pettigrew, who has been ‘dead’ the past twelve years, escaped before we could bring him to justice. Sirius is still wanted. I’ve again lost the only family I have.

I’ll explain more in detail. Happened night before the full moon and Lupin hadn’t taken his potion. He lost control and almost killed us all. Hermione and I went back in time and saved both Buckbeak and Sirius. Don’t ask. I’ll explain when I get home.

See you at Privet Drive,

Harry

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Year Four

September 1, 1999

Dear Harry,

I hope the train ride to Hogwarts was pleasant. I assume there was much to talk about from this summer’s dangerous events. As I have told you before I will tell you once again: I should have gone with you to this World Cup! Quidditch is not only dangerous in the air but in public too. Sorry, I am losing myself again. Balthasar and I believe you should stay away from this sport.

I hope this year is better than the last, but from what you have told me you have never had a ‘down year’. Always something ‘exciting’ – as you put it – happens.

Try and stay out of trouble and enjoy the rose,

Traveler.

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September 15, 1999

Dear Traveler,

The train ride was fine, however I shall continue to ignore your accusations about Quidditch. It’s a noble sport that rose from just being played in Queerditch Marsh in the eleventh century to the brilliant sport it is today. The history of Quidditch is very interesting and can be found in the book I’m including titled Quidditch Through the Ages. This next bit of news is depressing for me but I believe you’ll be crowing in victory. Quidditch is canceled this year. The reason for it being canceled however makes up for it.

The Triwizard Tournament is being held! It hasn’t been held in centuries due to it being too dangerous but the Ministry decided to bring it back after changing a few rules! Better yet it’s being held at Hogwarts. And before you get your knickers in a twist I am not allowed to enter, I’m too young. Much to Ron’s and mine utter disappointment – in his words ‘bloody unfair’, or were those the words of one of the twins? – one has to be seventeen or older to enter the tournament and, as you certainly know well, I’m fourteen.

We have a new Defense Professor again, as Professor Lupin quit, which was so unfair! But now I know if my lycanthropy was ever found out… it would be horrible. It was such a horrible reaction to a person with common wolf lycanthropy. I never want Snape to find out I’m a weretiger. If he ever does I’m dead. Well, not dead per se but I’ll be watched, and I won’t be free on the full moons when I know I’m in full control. Plus it will bring attention to other lycanthropy groups. I asked Hermione, bless her knowledge, and she stated that it was possible to have other types of lycanthropy but that they were so uncommon that the chances of catching one of them was little to none. She obviously doesn’t know of the large rat population in London or the pard of wereleopards in Ireland.

Anyways, I got off track. The new professor was a former Auror, what we call the wizard police, and is as mad as they come. I mean absolutely barmy. He preformed the three forbidden curses right in front of the class! It was… interesting but frightening. And he doesn’t smell right. Like there are two different scents to him. Is there such a thing? I don’t like how smells, how he acts. I go along with the fact that he’s brilliant but mad, but I think there might be a bit more to Mad Eye Moody then what he portrays. Maybe I’m being paranoid.

Sirius also has warned me to stay out of trouble, so I’ll make sure to be cautious. It sure was an interesting summer. Odd occurrences continue to happen, such as the missing Ministry worker, Bertha Jorkins, and the appearance of the Dark Mark (Voldemort’s symbol). However, I did have a good summer. Thank you for sticking with me when I was at the Dursleys. I go mental there every summer, but you guys kept me sane… for the most part. And, as much as I appreciate the bodily contact (all weres do), my advice for not sneaking up on me when I’m sleeping still stands.

I only hear rumors, and despite what people think of me, I’m a very good listener. I do pay attention. I want to learn all I can so I can protect the people I care about (you and Balthasar included). I’m going to apply myself this year.

What can go wrong?

Harry

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October 1, 1999

Dear Harry,

Never say ‘what can go wrong’.

I am glad you will not be participating in Quidditch this year. The book was an interesting read, but still gave me no confidence that this sport is safe. I can thank whatever entity out there had them change flying boulders to something slightly better. I have been hit by boulders and it is very painful. I am also glad you are not able to participate in this tournament. No matter what rules have been changed it is obvious that people have died or worse in such a tournament. This allows me some breath of relief. Can you explain this Triwizard Tournament in more detail?

I am glad you have such insight to other lycanthrope groups. I have taught you well this summer. Yes, the wizards in their ignorance have only thought the wolves a problem, yet most of the preternatural world know that there are other common were types. Isolation goes both ways. It is always good to broaden your knowledge. I continue to believe that your becoming a weretiger was a good thing. Lycanthropy is only a curse if one views it that way. I know one such individual in America. He is the Ulfric, yet his power is halved by his self-hatred. He can remain in control, yet he becomes self-destructive.

If your instincts tell you to be weary of this professor, then do so. Instincts are better than logic at times, and in this case they probably are. I do not know of any such way that a person can have two scents, but I will ask around. Perhaps he is trying to mask one of his scents? I do not know. Not to sound clichéd, but to quote Shakespeare ‘there is method to his madness’. Perhaps this madness is of divine sense, and he is not mad but intelligent.

It is no problem staying with you during the summer. It is a pleasure for both Balthasar and I, in more ways than one. We will continue to visit during the summers until you do not find our company as pleasing. And we do take your advice with a grain of salt, as you did almost turn on us. Though I do admit stopping the shift half way through was very admirable. You are truly an alpha and a very cute one at that.

Knowledge can mean the difference between life and death sometimes. Study well.

Traveler

P.S. Balthasar has tied a rose to this letter. It will not die for many a week. He says ‘enjoy, it should remind you of the moon.’

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October 30, 1999

Dear Traveler,

You read Shakespeare?

Do you know how many rumours that rose sent off!? Bloody hell! Everyone is teasing me that I have a secret admirer. I continue to try to convince them that it’s only a friend. Only Ron and Hermione seem to believe me. I love my friends sometimes.

The Triwizard Tournament is a competition between three different schools: Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. Two schools bring their best students to the host school to enter the tournament. Each student wishing to enter places his or her name in the Goblet of Fire, which judges them and chooses the Champion for each school: three schools, three students. The Champions of each school compete in three events. The student with the most points at the end of the tournament is crowned the victor, and both school and student gain glory and fame. That’s the tournament in a nutshell. The Champion’s will be chosen tomorrow night. The Goblet can’t be tricked apparently.

Viktor Krum is one of the foreign students! As I told you over the summer (you are very good sneaking around) he’s a brilliant Quidditch player. Ron was practically drooling.

Did you meet this Ulfric when you met… Anita Blake? Did I remember her name correctly? I would like to meet this Ulfric one day and figure out why he would be so self-hating of himself. I just accepted it. Then again I’ve gotten pretty good at adapting these past three years or so. Ever since I started Hogwarts it seems. What else is happening with the preternatural universe?

Why must you continue to make me try to blush? It really doesn’t help the whole story of ‘you’re just a friend’. People do notice. They’ve taken a habit to watching me open my mail.

Love the flower. It does remind me of the moon. It has that feel to it.

Harry

P.S. My scar has been hurting again… I just thought to let you know. Talking to you seems better than Sirius. He worries while you can be very practical.
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November 9, 1999

Dear Harry,

I did not only read Shakespeare, but I knew the man.

I do think Balthasar sent it for that very reason. We do have to have some amusement here.

I am very glad you are not allowed in this competition. You are very competitive and this sounds like it could drive you into an early grave.

Yes. He is the Ulfric of St. Louis. His name is Richard Zeeman and was a lover to Anita and is part of the triumvirate with her and Jean-Claude, as I have previously mentioned. I think the fact that you could accept your lycanthropy was not only that you have a very accepting nature, but also you are used to the magical and preternatural world. Richard was thrust into this world and with enough power in him to change the pack. He was put in a very tight position and it was human error that put him there. The medical staff believed that if they injected humans with weaker lycanthropy that it would prevent them from future infection. It did protect some of them; others were infected by the lycanthropy they were administered. Yet another attempt and failure of human kind to try understand and outwit the preternatural world. They will never understand that we cannot be understood. His anger at what he is and what his kind do burns and destroys him from the inside. He desperately tries to grab at a normal life, one he cannot lead. His pack under the previous Ulfric was abused. He and Anita’s relationship ended when he succeeded in taking over the pack. It is a very complicated thing. He rejects everything about himself.

Maybe one day you will meet him. Perhaps it would be good for him to see acceptance. I have not a clue. I have not seen him since the year before.

Ah my dear tiger, if I did not try to make you blush what fun I would be missing out on. I enjoy teasing the younger generations. They all have the idea that sex is something not to talk about. Balthasar says ‘blame the modern media’. I had forgotten he enjoyed the rubbish that is the… tellevision? I do not believe that is how it is spelt. As a reaction to them watching just take your mail to the dormitory.

I am afraid I have no solution to your problem with your scar. Our best suggestion is to put a salve on it. Balthasar has included the ingredients for one with this letter.

Traveler

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November 11, 1999

Traveler,

I’m in deep trouble. I’m in the tournament. I didn’t enter. Someone put my name in. They believe a dark wizard or something. I was going to write to you that night… but I had already just sent a letter. Bloody hell. I have near no one supporting me. I have to compete. Hermione’s the only one… Ron his jealousy. Oh man.

I’m sorry. My thoughts are just everywhere. Sirius said he might be able to help. I don’t want to compete.

Advice?

Harry

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November 15, 1999

Harry,

You got entered in it how? I am worried for you right now, extremely worried. Emotions I have not felt for a long time. Balthasar and I are coming to Hogsmeade again. I will not allow this to happen to you.

Traveler
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November 20, 1999

Traveler

I don’t know for sure, but I’d bet my Firebolt that you and Balthasar have arrived already. The first task, which is Dragons, is during the day and you will be dead to the world.

I have no idea on what I’m going to do. I’m so nervous. There is a reason people have lost their lives to these games. Sirius will have some advice; I just hope that I can follow it. This whole situation is barmy. Ron still isn’t talking to me.

I am now positive that it was the right thing not to tell my friends about me being a weretiger. Ron, although a good friend, wouldn’t understand. He would think it another way for me to be special, albeit dangerous, and would let his emotions rise from that. If I ticked him off again it is no guarantee that my secret would be kept. Hermione, while good-natured, might tell thinking it would be better for an adult of authority to know. I might tell them next year. We’ll see how this year pans out (so far: not looking good).

Wish me luck,

Harry

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November 25, 1999

Dear Harry,

Congratulations on your win. Balthasar has told me of your victory. He slipped into the grounds to watch along with several Hogsmeade residents. He told me of your win.

Balthasar is amazed at the magical world your people live in. We see glimpses of it occasionally, but rarely do we ever get to see anything magnificent. Even our short trip to Hogsmeade during the previous year was only a small glimpse.

Your decision on your friends may change. If the time is ever right, you will know when that is.

I wish to see you, as we must depart soon. No village, even in peaceful times, enjoys strangers within their walls that stick around for long and do not wish to settle down.

Come tomorrow, after evening.

Traveler

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December 1, 1999

Dear Traveler,

That was not just seeing me…I swear I still don’t get your interest in me. The whole ‘Balthasar pins me from behind and you snog me’. Yeah. Still not getting it.

Ron is back. I think it finally hit him of what I was facing up against. It’s great having him back. Hermione is a great friend and all, but we spent way too much time in the library. I do study and learn, but from morning till night on a Saturday? It gets a bit tedious. I think I have surprised her by actually keeping up with the studying. She thought after Ron and I had made up that I would continue just to goof off. She now praises me for my study habits and Ron thinks I’ve spent too much time with her.

The students have warmed up to me slightly for being the fourth champion. The Slytherins, however, continue to try and bash me - not that that’s anything new. Malfoy in particular has been nasty. I’m sure Balthasar saw some of the buttons that most of the student body was wearing: the ‘Potter Stinks’ and ‘Support Cedric Diggory, the REAL Hogwarts Champion’ buttons. The Slytherins sure don’t know when to give it a rest. Snape (the Potions Master) hasn’t been any help either.

Other than that, the egg clue has yet to provide any sort of clue. Just loud, loud shrieking. Well, I have time. The Second Task isn’t until the 24th of February.

Harry

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December 11, 1999

Dear Harry,

I think our plan went extremely well myself.

I am extremely pleased you have reconciled with your friend Ron. Friendship can be very important at times, or so I hear. I do not have many friends, nor do many want to be friends with me. Anita and you are my few friends, most are only allies of a sort. When you live as long as I have, friendship is a difficult thing. I outlive some, and others have betrayed me or I have betrayed them. It is not an easy task to keep a friendship alive.

Many of the students have realized the same thing as Ron. You would have to be mad to enter this tournament at your age.

I regrettably inform you I cannot visit you during Christmas or the New Years. The Council has been called. I may not be able to contact you easily during this time period.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Years,

Traveler

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December 15, 1999

Dear Traveler,

Happy Christmas and New Years to you!

I’m still confused about this whole being a friend. Is it more than that? Nevermind. Let’s just leave it alone. As they say ‘let sleeping dragons lie’.

Ugh. They’re holding a dance. A. Dance. As in I have to ask a girl to go to this dance… well actually it’s a ball. And apparently it’s traditional. The girl I liked is already taken, Hermione is already taken… it’s so hard to ask someone! Especially since most of the female student population is rather giggly and they travel in packs. I am not joking. It is so difficult to find a girl alone. I rather much face the Hungarian Horntail (the dragon I fought) again. I wonder if girls have pack mentality or something. I swear they all have to be werewolves or something.

Enclosed with this letter I have sent your Christmas gift. Be warned: The boxing is fire proofed. That should give you some hint to what you are getting.

Wish me luck on dancing!

Harry

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December 25, 1999

Harry,

Balthasar cannot get enough of your gift. The little miniature is perfect. Does it eat?

Enclosed is your gift.

Happy Christmas,

Traveler

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January 20, 2000

Dear Traveler,

I’m not really sure if it eats or not. I’ve never tried feeding it.

Do you remember me mentioning Hagrid the Groundskeeper? He’s half giant, and people tend to like to keep that quiet. Ron and I overheard him telling Madame Maxime that he’s a half-giant and somehow this reporter got a hold of the information. The Madame wouldn’t tell, we know that… it’s just so frustrating not being able to help him. The reporter, Rita Skeeter, has also written bogus things about me and other people. It’s enraging.

Sorry, I’m rambling. This year has been rather frazzling and I’m in a bit of a state. Cedric Diggory gave me a clue for the egg, but I haven’t checked it out yet. He said ‘take a bath’. Does that sound suspicious to you? I’m being paranoid again.

Just so much is running through my head. People are giving me headaches. Bagman, one of the judges and head of the Games department of the Ministry, keeps offering me help. He shouldn’t be. Traveler, if I am not mental by the end of this year then I swear I’m going to become a recluse and cut off all societal ties once this is over. I don’t enjoy being in the spotlight, despite what people think.

I’m sorry. This letter is completely pointless. I don’t know if you’ll even get this.

Oh! I loved the present. I thought with all complaining that Qudditch is too ‘dangerous’ that you would never approve of something related to it. The broomstick charm is brilliant. I added to the bracelet, though I will admit it does feel odd to wear jewelry. Not many men do I’ve noticed, but it isn’t so unusual. Hermione noticed the bracelet and she asked whom I got it from. I said a friend. I think she’s becoming suspicious of something. Whatever, with the competition coming closer I don’t really think I have the mind to plan anything to get her off the trail. If she figures it out, she figures it out.

Harry

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February 10, 2000

Dear Harry,

Is there any possibility this Skeeter woman can get around unseen? Like a spell or charm that turns one invisible or near invisible? Was there anything out of place? The media can make a mess out of things.

You need to calm down most of all. I suggest taking Diggory’s advice; it cannot harm you to do so. I believe you will work out this egg clue. You are resourceful when in a tight spot. I suggest enlisting your friends help once you do, though I assume that would happen anyways.

I thought the charm would be appropriate since you enjoy flying so much. I still do not like the sport, but the flying is not a problem. You would land on your feet anyways.

Good luck on the twenty-fourth. You will do fine.

Traveler

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February 25, 2000

I did it! I’ve tied for first place with Cedric. I honestly didn’t think I would be able to pull it off, you don’t know how close it was. I thank luck and house elves for my victory.

First, I did what you said and took Cedric’s advice. It turned out that I had to survive an hour under the water while trying to retrieve something precious that had been taken from me. In this case it was Ron. So I flew into sort of a panic trying to figure out a way to not drown and Hermione, Ron and I spent hours of research trying to find a way. As fourth years we haven’t learned human transfiguration and we were running out of options. Soon Hermione and Ron were called away later in the evening to be used as what the champions were to rescue. I fell asleep trying to find a way and nothing came. Dobby, the house elf, woke me up. He had a plant that saved my arse out there. Something called Gillyweed allows the user to breath underwater for an extended amount of time. I can’t believe it worked. It was bloody brilliant!

Anyways. That’s pretty much the summary of yesterday. Now to worry about the third task and what disaster it will bring. Hermione said she would help me with extra study, and surprisingly Ron agreed to help too.

As to Rita Skeeter being invisible we doubt it. People would have noticed, and Moody would have noticed if she had been sneaking around invisible. His eye can see that sort of thing.

Strange happenings are occurring at Hogwarts. On my way back from the bath I was nearly caught by Snape and Filtch. Moody helped me. Before that however I was following the Marauder’s Map and it said that Barty Crouch was searching Snape’s office. I thought he had taken ill and couldn’t come. It was very strange. Moody said he would check it out and I lent him my map. I don’t think I should have, but after he had saved me, how could I refuse?

Sirius has come back. He’s near Hogwarts. I’m worried someone will find him and he will return to Azkaban. Hermione says it is very unlikely, but he’s my only family so I worry all the same.

Hermione has been following me as of late. I accidentally tipped her off my sense of smell was better by telling her we were having roast beef for dinner when we were on the first floor, away from the Great Hall. I told her I had heard this from a house elf, but I don’t think she believed me. Next full moon I have to figure out some sort of charm to make it appear as if I’m sleeping because I’m almost certain at one point she will ask Ron to check on me. Off to the Room of Requirement I suppose.

What was the council meeting about? Did it go well?

Harry

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March 17, 2000

Dear Harry,

What is a house elf?

Congratulations on your win. I did tell you that you would succeed did I not?

Mr. Black knows what he is doing. He has escaped the law until now and will continue to do so until he knows you are safe. You are his driving force after all.

It was a rather eventful meeting. Belle Morte believes she can wake the children of the Sweet Dark as they are shifting in their sleep. She thinks it is her power that is awaking them, I believe otherwise. However they only shift. They have been known to do that and it could mean nothing. Other discussions were on what to do with the American vampires, and Jean-Claude. Nothing new, nothing changed. It was all rather a pointless amount of time wasted. The formalities alone took several weeks and then a floodgate of complaints was opened. I do not enjoy this part of the Council work. However time treads on and I follow.

The most amusing part of the meeting was when Balthasar brought out the mini dragon figurine and it lit a portion of the Beast Master’s hair on fire. As fire is fairly deadly to vampires it caused a much-deserved panic. The Beast Master is fine, but I did get a good laugh out of it. Most of the Council do not like to go against me because I am able to take over their body, even if for only a portion of time.

When will the last task be held?

Traveler

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March 28, 2000

Dear Traveler,

Yeah, you did tell me… wait! In a round about way you just said ‘I told you so’!

A house elf is like a servant in the wizarding world. They are small creatures who love to serve. The worst punishment is giving them clothes, since that releases them from their duty to the family, and that is usually most shameful. Hermione started up an organization the Society for Protecting Elfish Welfare, or some nonsense like that. All I know, and cared about at the time, was shutting her up. Anyways, back on topic.

I guess Sirius does know what he is doing. I should trust in his judgment.

That would have been brilliant to see. I could use some laughter these days. I don’t regret sending you two the miniature dragon now. It seems like I put him in the right hands. Why is the council always reviewing the vampires in America?

The last task is the twenty-fourth of June. It will be held at twilight, so you can some if you wish. You’ll just have to blend in with the crowd somehow… maybe stay off to the side. Try not to screw with too many minds, okay?

Hope to see you in the stands,

Harry

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May 16, 2000

Dear Harry,

It is not so much just the vampires we review, but the law. Ever since they legalized vampires in America the world population of vampires has grown and it is slightly dangerous. The Church of Eternal Life, which offers vampirism as a religion, is being reviewed. The leader promises nothing will go amiss, and for now we withhold our judgment.

Jean-Claude and Anita Blake are always up for debate. We have never let a necromancer live this long after discovering one. Necromancers can control the dead, meaning us. In fear we killed them, but now we this one continue to live. I do hope we do not have to kill Ms. Blake. It will be interesting to see how this story folds out.

What is the task, or do you not know?

Traveler

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May 27, 2000

Dear Traveler,

I am officially dead. Well, maybe not dead but I’m feeling impending doom here. First of all, we found out what the task is - a maze. This provides multiple problems. First, not only do I have to find my way through the maze while I have to fight and break curses, but, second I have less than a month to prepare for it! But, of course, in the life of Harry James Potter, that is the least of my worries.

On the night we found out about the maze, Krum pulled me over to the side. I didn’t sense any malicious intent, so I followed. Turns out it was about Hermione, to my complete surprise. We continued to chat a bit (Durmstrang, despite how it’s portrayed, sounds very interesting), until something caught our attention. I blame myself for not noticing it earlier. Barty Crouch, who was rumoured to be ill, crawled out of the Forbidden Forest. He was mad. Loony bin mad. Kept saying bits and pieces of thoughts.

I told Krum to stay with him, and I would go get Dumbledore. I was stupid to do that. I probably had a better chance to escape a surprise attack then him, but at the time I thought my speed would be better than my strength. Oh how wrong I was. When I arrived with Dumbledore, Krum was on the ground. Stunned, thankfully, and not killed. Barty Crouch had disappeared again. The air smelt weird. Magic, Krum, Crouch, and someone else. Dumbledore called for Durmstrang’s Headmaster and several professors. Moody, being one of them. The funny thing is, is that Moody was pretty much already there. The scent around the Forest was near matching his. I don’t trust Moody anymore; something is definitely not right with him.

Lately, I’ve been having these weird dreams. I don’t know if it’s real or not, but Voldemort has something planned. That I know.

On a slightly happier note, the Room of Requirement pulled through. It was a complex piece of spell work, but I finished it. Whenever I spell lock the curtains around my bed (my dorm-mates will just believe I’m paranoid… I hope) a ward is sent up. I had to put in everyone’s magical signature (Hermione’s was a pain to get) and set up different responses to each. I think it’s fool proof for now. Sadly, Hermione is no fool. I will have to come up with something more long term for next year.

Hopefully I’ll see you guys at the Task,

Harry

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June 13, 2000

Dear Harry,

Do not fret about the maze. I assure you that as long as you study, you will do fine. Especially if this Hermione is as smart as you say she is.

Everything points to this Moody character being untruthful and suspicious. Not trusting him is the smart thing to do. Then again, trust should not be given so easily. You should understand this.

Balthasar and I will indeed attend the Task.

Good luck,

Traveler.

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June 30, 2000

Traveler,

He’s back. Voldemort is back. Cedric is dead… you probably already saw that. Moody was not Moody. I’m so confused. Meet me at Privet Drive. I’ll try to explain everything. Well… most of it.

He’s back. I can’t believe he’s back. I was there. Hell, he took my blood. My blood and I still can’t believe it. I just… can’t.

Harry

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Year Five

September 1, 2000

Traveler,

Hey. I’m sorry. I don’t really know what else to say… You cut me off. I mean… this whole telepathic thing isn’t working. Well, it’s working since I can feel you, but we never really got to talk, since they took me away before we could properly talk. You’ve blocked me off, and I know you ordered Balthasar to do the same, because I can feel him. Sort of.

Bloody hell. Look, I made a mistake this summer. I was upset. I wasn’t thinking straight, and yes, I know I almost got myself killed. I was reckless. You don’t know how much I regret doing what I did. Going after the stupid hunter. I was depressed that Voldemort was back. God, I can’t say anything straight.

I’m sorry. So very sorry,

Harry.

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September 25, 2000

Traveler,

Please. Talk to me. Mind talk, write a letter, meet me! Anything. I know I sound pathetic, but since the… links you made with me are closed off I can’t help but feel depressed. How many marks did you give me? I don’t think it was the full four. My senses and strengths have yet again increased… Ron is still wondering how I managed to never get a surprise attack by the doxies. The twins, his brothers, called it my ‘doxy-sense’. The twins are amazing. I do hope their joke shop takes off when they put their plan into action.

Hogwarts is an unhappy place right now. Our new Defence professor, Professor Umbridge, believes that theory will be enough to protect us, and the use of wands is not needed. Hermione says it’s the Ministry interfering. It’s horrible. I’ve already gotten detention with her, and I swear what she does is illegal. She makes us write lines with a Blood Quill. For me it was ‘I must not tell lies’ because most of the wizarding world doesn’t believe Voldemort is back, and Voldemort is not helping with that. He’s been quite, doing very little. Anyways, when one writes with a Blood Quill they do not need ink. What they write in is their blood. Thankfully since I’m a weretiger I will not scar from such a simple wound, no matter how many times I write it. I believe Umbridge was getting frustrated with the fact that I wasn’t scarring. I don’t need any more scars.

Ron got on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team! He play’s keeper now, since Oliver left after third year and Quidditch was cancelled for the Triwizard Tournament. So far he is not doing so well, however we all have hope.

My scar has been hurting more often lately. It seems I’m linked with him somehow, his emotions in particular. Anger hurts. Happiness hurts. It’s horrible.

Anyways, back on the subject of Defence, Sirius thinks we should just start studying on our own. Gather a group of students to practise curses and counter-curses and so on. Oddly enough, Hermione was all for it when she’s a very rule orientated person. It was rather shocking for me and Ron.

That is pretty much all my news. I want to know what you and Balthasar are up to. If there’s anything new from America. What is happening with the Council. I need some sort of connection. The marks, you gave me, which I’m pretty sure is three. You are the expert in all of this… but I’m pretty sure cutting off all ties to me hurts us both. I know I was an idiot. I know I let my animal and rage take a hold of me and scent that hunter out. I know I could have brought attention to us, and with that danger. More hunters. Vampire hunters. I get that I royally screwed things up, but… I’m still learning. And you must admit, my fifteen years of life experience, although much more educating than many others, is still rather lacking - especially considering how long you have lived.

Hoping for a reply,

Harry

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October 9, 2000

Traveler,

We set up a Defence group. Hermione got the word out to some trustworthy people and word spread. We officially have about twenty-eight people and for me, that’s enough. We’re going to teach ourselves how to fight, if no one else will.

The first meeting was held today, and it looks promising so far. Hermione, and the rest, elected me leader so I started with a simple spell I learnt in second year, Expelliarmus, which repels the attacker and usually disarms them. It’s dead useful and has saved my skin several times. Even Neville was trying his best.

Cho Chang, the seeker for the Ravenclaw team, seems to show an interest in me. She’s relatively attractive and I used to have a bit of a crush on her. I mean I could barely speak one sentence to her at point. However I don’t know if she actually sees me, Harry, and not just my fame. That and… and with Cedric. I’m just not sure.

Our group is called Dumbledore’s Army, the D.A. for short. We needed a name and of all that was said, this was the most appropriate. Not that Dumbledore had anything to do with the group, but it is what the Ministry fears most. That Dumbledore would gather an army of students and overturn the Ministry - which was complete bollocks.

That’s pretty much what’s new. I just wanted to tell you about the formation of the D.A. However just a request, if you do start to communicate, don’t mention anything like this. Letter’s are being intercepted. Hogwarts is not as… safe as it appears.

Harry

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October 27, 2000

Harry,

You must promise me this - you will allow me to take you away from that school if I ever deem it to unsafe for you to continue there. Danger surrounds you now, with the return of this crazed self proclaimed Dark Lord, this Umbridge woman, the Ministry… everything seems to be against you. I, as a part of your life now that our lives our connected by an unbreakable bond, need to know your answer. My life and Balthasar’s life depends on your survival, as yours now depends on ours.

Traveler

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November 1, 2000

Traveler,

I, Harry James Potter, hereby swear that if the vampire known as the Traveler ever deems my life in danger at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has permission to remove me, by force if needed, from said premises and, if needed, multiple times.

A wizard’s oath is not easily broken.

Harry

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November 13, 2000

Harry,

That is a pretty powerful oath for such a young child. But, you are no longer a child now, are you?

I believe an apology is in order from me. I, at first ignored your letters out of anger for I felt betrayed at the idea you would so foolishly risk your life on the thirty-first of July, your birthday no less. Harry, you must understand; after living for a millennia or more one tends to lose a lot of emotion, save for a few. Meeting you and getting to know you better has awakened feelings and emotions both I and Balthasar have not felt in a very long time. The feeling of betrayal ripped into me and hurt much more than I ever thought it would. I had to get away, lest I turn my pain outwards and hurt you or anyone else for that matter. Most vampires do not like to stand out here in Europe where we are much less accepted than the United States.

Therefore I apologise for my behaviour as of late. Balthasar encouraged me to read your letters and I must say I was worried. So very worried.

Your scar’s pain is rather concerning. I hope you have talked to others who can possibly understand this better than I, for I have no knowledge on curse scars. Perhaps your godfather?

This study group of yours sounds well; I hope the knowledge it brings you can help. I, for one, am happy that you are taking more precaution to this so called war you have been pulled into. We are tied to you as you are to us, so let us not go dying on one another.

On the subject of bonds, you were correct on guessing the number of marks I gave you - three. You must understand, you were so horribly wounded that just one or two marks would not of sufficiently healed you enough. Three was only just enough, and I feared I might have to give you the fourth. I would think that you would not like to be trapped at the age of fifteen forever.

That is all the advice I can give. I will open the marks, however most telepathic communication that the marks allows is will be minimal, mostly just emotion and well-being. It works better in close proximity, but as I travel a lot I may not always be able to communicate as such.

I do apologise,

Traveler

P.S. - Stay away from this… Cho Chang.

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November 29,2000

Traveler,

Thank you. I felt the marks opening. It was slightly painful, seeing as they had been closed for so long, but I feel much better now that they’re open. I can feel you, your emotions, and so on. It’s strangely pleasing… however rather uncomfortable whenever I can feel you and Balthasar having, well… sex. I swear you two go at it like rabbits. Three times in two weeks. Could I ask you to take it down a notch? Or block the marks for a bit? I may not be a child, but honestly, I don’t need any insight into your sex life.

I am banned from Quidditch. One of the only things that I could be free in and get away from the world was stolen from me. I hate Umbridge so much. She’s worst than Snape, and that’s saying something.

So, any news from America? There always seems to be something interesting there.

Oh, and so far - even with Umbridge and the Inquisitorial Squad - there has been no problems with our study group nor my transformations. Same with my letters. Hedwig seems to be more sneaky than I ever thought. She now avoids regular post hours and comes directly to me when she knows it’s safe. Hedwig’s an amazing owl. I love her dearly. The Room of Requirement is not only a good place to transform, but to hold study group meetings. Hermione even came up with a little charm to put on some fake galleons to let the others know when the next meetings are. It’s pretty nifty.

Why do you want me to stay away from Cho?

Harry

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December 12, 2000

Harry,

One day you may appreciate those marks. When you’re older.

I can feel your rage against this woman. She has caused you great pain, which causes me to want to pull you out of school, but in this case I know she will not intentionally cause your death. It is a very conflicting view.

The American vampires have been busy. Anita has become something of like a vampire, yet not. She has many vampire like qualities such as hosting the ardeur, and a host of other qualities like blood list. But, more stranger than that, is the fact she has a triumvirate of her own with an animal servant (much like you, except a much stronger bond) and a vampire servant - rather than a human servant. It is most perplexing. So far she has collected wolf, lion, and leopard as animals to call.

Apparently rumours of the Harlequin have been circulating. It is not certain however, as nothing ever is when it concerns them.

I do hope your study group continues to do well. You must be breaking soon for the holiday, if you are not already on break. Shall I pay a visit Hogwarts? That is, if you are staying for the holiday and not going to the house you went to during summer. It was impossibly hard to track you, but the marks made it possible. I wonder if the wizards who live there realize this.

She could potentially be a bad influence, especially when you do not know her intentions and feelings. This is not the main reason. You are mine, and mine alone. I do not like anyone touching what is mine without my permission, and unless I deem them trustworthy and safe.

I believe I may do a bit more research on the Voldemort character when I have the time. His story strikes me as… odd.

I will let you know whatever I find out,

Traveler

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December 19, 2000

Harry,

What happened? The fear, anger and worry is pouring off you like a waterfall. Write back to me as soon as possible. Balthasar and I are heading towards you now.

Traveler

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December 26, 2000

Traveler,

Your letter provided much distraction, for which I am grateful. So much has happened. I would have owled you sooner, but it’s been pretty tight security around here. Apparently there’s something Voldemort it after. A weapon. It could have something to do with me. We, meaning my friends and me, are trying to figure everything out. The adults aren’t telling us something.

The reason you felt so much emotion from me is because I had a very real dream, more of a vision I guess. I was a snake, in the Ministry I think, and I was slithering around the corridor. I saw Mr. Weasley. I attack him. I woke up, and I knew this was real. Thankfully Dumbledore believed me and they saved Mr. Weasley from death. I was so angry, I wanted to strike Dumbledore for no reason. I was extremely close to shifting. I’m just glad that everyone was so high-strung no on realized it. Or if they did they just put it down to stress.

It’s confirmed I have some sort of connection to Voldemort. I’m not exactly sure what type of connection however.

Anyways, here is your’s and Balthasar’s Christmas presents. I got Hermione to teach me how to knit recently, so enjoy your scarves. They’re they only thing I can make.

That’s pretty much it. I can’t think. Next time we can see each other will probably be a Hogsmeade visit. I can feel you getting closer. Soon, I won’t have to write for a bit. Goody.

Happy Christmas and Happy New Years (I’ll wish it to you in my mind later… for now I could care less).

Tiredly writing,

Harry

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January 17, 2001

Traveler,

I’m going mad. My dreams are weird and certainly not normal. I mean, when you aren’t in them (how do you do that by the way? I never know if it’s real or not), I keep dreaming of this corridor. With a door. I never get to open that door. It’s simply maddening.

On the positive side of things, Sirius continues to assure me I am not going mad and I’m simply just over thinking things and that I’m not turning into Voldemort. How is your investigation going on him? I know you have Council work to work on (obviously) but I would like to know how it’s going.

I am going to learn Occlumency from Snape. I don’t believe this. I have no way to block my mind and keep him from finding my secrets. Secrets like you, my being a were tiger, knowledge on other things relating to vampires and other weres. Not a good situation. So far the best I’ve been able to do is push his probe to other memories, important ones but nothing that can betray you. Help?

Drifting in and out of reality,

Harry

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February 2, 2001

Harry,

In the way of help, I am not entirely sure of what I can do. I will attempt to use the marks to help block your mind, but I do not know if they will block magic. They provide resistance to vampires, yes, but your magic is different than our vampire magic and tricks. I can try however.

I can enter your dreams from the marks. It is an excellent way to keep an eye on you.

On the subject of Voldemort… we are uncovering more and more information about this man. I believe you know his original name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, correct? Well, we believe there was, or still is depending, a vampire who goes by the Riddle which is his surname. Although unsettling, Balthasar and I have yet to discover anything that may link this Riddle to your Riddle. Well, isn’t this a riddle.

I’ll let you know whatever I find out.

Traveler

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February 26, 2001

Traveler,

Please, for the sake of my sanity, don’t joke about the man who is trying to kill me.

Ugh, this month has been a disaster. Cho tried to get close to me. I agreed on a date. You know, to be kind. She looked so sad. We went to a café in Hogsmeade, Puddifoot or something like that. The place was horridly decorated with cherubs, and pink hearts and it was hard on the eyes. I think Cho expected more than me. I made the excuse of having to see Hermione (which I actually had to do) and she seemed pretty upset. I think it was better than saying ’By the way, I’m not interested in you anymore.’

More exciting news. Luna Lovegood, a friend and member of our study group, agreed to publish an article in her father’s magazine. Hermione brilliantly blackmailed Rita Skeeter into writing it. The magazine, The Quibbler, isn’t exactly the most reputable magazine. In fact, most sane people consider it a load of rubbish, but it will get the word out there. And even if I can only get a few people to believe me, mad or not, it means those few people will be better prepared.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Harry

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March 17, 2001

Harry,

The more and more I discover about Voldemort the clearer everything becomes. Harry, is it possible for a wizard to become a vampire and keep his magic?

Traveler

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April 12, 2001

Traveler,

Dumbledore is gone. Umbridge is Headmistress. The school under her watch as High Inquisitor was bad enough, it’s tyrannical now. Even you even so much as breathe wrong you get a detention. The D.A. was found out, Cho’s friend squealed. Like the little pig she is. Just wanted to give into my animalistic tendencies and rip her to pieces. However as nice of a fantasy that is, I would not do that. Point being, Dumbledore was in trouble because we named it the D.A., Dumbledore’s army. He took the blame, even though he knew nothing of it. He saved me… which is a good thing but some days I wouldn’t mind just blowing all this off. Leaving this corrupted world behind. But, I don’t think I could leave them suffer. I would come back, I think. One day.

Hermione and I looked it up. It’s very rare for a turned wizard to keep his magical core, but some powerful wizards have kept their magical core. The most notable, or at least most notably documented, is Gustav the Great who was turned back in the thirteen hundreds but was killed in a fire started by muggles thinking he was the devil. Or something to that matter, I can’t remember the story exactly. He could have been the one pierced in the heart by a unicorn. Facts from History of Magic are easy to confuse (don’t get me started on the Goblin Wars…).

Do you think Voldemort might be a vampire? Or was he? Is he still? With the whole re-birth thing it’s kind of confusing.

Harry

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March 1, 2001

Harry,

We have reason to believe that Voldemort was a vampire back in the first war, and has become one again. Rumours are floating about, and I believe them to be creditable. A new Master has arisen and his animal to call is apparently snakes. There is a slim chance that this may be a coincidence, but I no longer believe in coincidences. Everything happens for a reason.

Now, your connection to Voldemort is through that scar one your forehead, correct? Balthasar and I have researched this tirelessly, to the point where the Council began to question where I was (I rarely take interest in anything these days). If Voldemort was a vampire at the time of your parents’ deaths, who said he only just attempted to kill you? As most vampires here say, Riddle was apparently going mad. In some twisted way, perhaps he decided to mark you, then kill you? That would kill him in the process, or weaken him severely for a long period of time. However your type of magic interfered as the mark prevented you from being killed by such means and fired the magic back but again did not kill Riddle, instead disembodying him. Now this is intriguing, and I am only speculating.

When I marked you, I felt something. This has been nagging at my mind for awhile. I felt something like the first mark of another vampire, but you had never mentioned meeting another vampire before; vampires are rather unforgettable, especially if they mark you. With this I never questioned it, until now. The visions, the connection, and all the little things would make complete sense with this. However I would like your view on this.

Still searching,

Traveler

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March 20, 2001

Traveler,

Voldemort, a vampire? Are you sure?

Well, that was a stupid question. I mean, you said you were as certain as you could be. But… still the thought does not comfort me. That snake bastard marked me? Why the bloody hell would he do that? Is he completely mental? Wait - you said he was. Nevermind. I’m sorry. Just a bit scattered. So much is happening. My dreams are getting weirder, the door, so much. O.W.L.s are fast approaching and Hermione is becoming unbearable along with the professors.

The Weasley twins left, by the way. In a manner that will never be forgettable. At least they left in style.

Stress is loading up. I’ve nearly shifted twice in the past two weeks, and I actually did shift on the third. I was lucky and I was near the secret passage in the witch’s hump. I just leapt in there for a bit. Cramped, yes, but secretive.

Stressed but alert,

Harry

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May 14, 2001

Harry,

We are completely sure Voldemort is a vampire now. His soul was never destroyed which eventually allowed him to re-gain a body. With this he was once again turned, however I am not entirely sure which bloodline he belongs to. I caution you, he seems to have an unhealthy interest towards you and I do not think it is about his wanting to kill you. With his new body he seems sane… which is perhaps better than insane.

Good luck on your exams,

Traveler

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June 2, 2001

Traveler, sorry this is so short. Hermione is actively seeking me and she has gotten a hold of the Marauder’s Map. I think I hear her coming… I gotta go. Exams. Are. Hell. (or close to it).

Harry

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June 19, 2001

Sirius is in trouble. Voldemort has him. I’m leaving for the Ministry. That’s why you felt the panic.

H

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June 26, 2001

Dear Traveler,

I’m sorry. I can feel your rage. I know you think that I was impulsive, which I can’t deny I was, but you have to understand something. Sirius is the last tie I have to an actual family. I would do anything to protect him. I was an idiot, even after you warned me that Voldemort could send me dreams if he pushed hard enough, be they false or real. I will not deny that I should have gone about this smarter, but I panicked. I’m glad I was able to survive.

I am also glad I was able to save Sirius. The curse Bellatrix threw at him hit him, stunned him, and he started to fall into the veil. I didn’t have a good feeling about that veil. It is once again that I thank my lucky stars that I am a weretiger. Without my reflexes of enhanced speed (which is also partly due to you), he would have died. With his death… I would have been lost for a long while.

Anyways, I thought I would try to explain myself before I got back to Privet Drive. I’ll hopefully see you there.

Harry

P.S. - There’s a bloody prophecy, I’ll explain in more detail later.

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Year Six

September 8, 2001

Traveler,

I miss yours and Balthasar’s company already. I mean, Dumbledore took me away, but at least you guys came to visit me (sort of) when I was taken to the Burrow.

I sound like a love-struck fool or something. It’s barely been the first week.

Dumbledore is having private lessons with me, much on Voldemort’s history. Such as his family and other things related.

Snape is the new DADA professor, and it’s already a bloody nightmare.

So many people are dying out there… and he’s sending me dreams again. You said to do this, he would still have to be in surrounding area. Like in England or Scotland or Ireland. That kind of thing right? The dreams aren’t pleasant. This you already know. I know I’ve thanked you before for interrupting the dreams, but again, thank you.

I don’t trust Draco Malfoy, I think he is a Death Eater now. We have been fighting a lot more. I’ve come to the conclusion that Hogwarts is going mad.

Harry

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September 18, 2001

Harry,

Do not fear, we may be able to visit this year when you are at Hogsmeade. Balthasar wishes to express his feelings of depression of being separated. I, too, echo those feelings.

Hogwarts is becoming less and less appealing. I have half a mind to pull you out now. Near abusive professors, dangerous classmates, and not to mention Voldemort.

Be on guard.

Traveler

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October 1, 2001

New month, new start. Yeah right.

Slughorn’s a decent potions teacher. My textbook used to belong to someone who dubbed himself as the ‘Half Blood Prince’. I wonder who that could have been. Whoever he was he was brilliant at potions. Following the instructions he’s written in produces much better results.

Snape is no different. Bloody hell. The amount of homework he assigns is enormous. And he’s a right bastard to the Gryffindors. I apologise. I’ll stop ranting.

Dumbledore said he’d set up another meeting soon. I’m thinking we’ll be back in the past again.

Say hi to Balthasar for me,

Harry

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October 15, 2001

Harry,

Just a word of caution: do not trust the book over your own intuition. If you think that book could cause harm, turn it in.

Council is convening again. I am not positively certain as to why. I may not be able to reply to your letters, but I can certainly receive them.

Traveler

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October 31, 2001

Traveler,

He sent me a box of dead ravens with a single white lily. A bloody fucking box of ravens with a damned lily. On the sixteenth anniversary of my parents’ death. Fuck, I don’t know what to do. How could this happen? Obviously the wards can’t keep this… kind of weird crap like this out. So bloody confused. I ran to the owlery to owl you as soon as I could get away. I needed to get away. The school is in an uproar. I’m shaking. Near shifting. That image will never leave me. I’m so… so uncertain of everything right now.

Harry

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November 2, 2001

I’m coming for you.

T

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Harry James Potter stared at the letter - which was more of a sentence, really - that he held in his hands, trembling slightly. He cursed the oath he took the previous year. This morning was already disastrous. He could feel The Traveler getting closer along with Balthasar as the presence in his mind continued to become more defined. They were probably on a train to the nearest populated area where they then would travel by foot. Harry carefully calculated the time they would most likely arrive at.

“Harry? Harry, are you okay?”

Hermione’s voice jolted Harry out of his thoughts. Traveler and Balthasar would arrive during or after dinner. Harry dearly hoped it was the latter, he wished to make a quieter exit.

Realizing Hermione asked him a question he replied with an automatic and mumbled “I’m fine,” as he got up and walked out of the Great Hall in a slight daze.

His friends got up hurriedly and followed him.

The rest of the day was a wash of voices and classes. Harry vaguely remembered Professor Flitwick asking him if he needed a Cheering Charm; Harry politely declined. Ron and Hermione kept asking him what was wrong. Was it Voldemort? Was it his scar? Was it about Halloween? The endless questions melded into one and he continued to reply with an ‘I’m fine,’ and kept moving throughout his daily routine of classes, lunch, and more classes.

When dinner finally approached Harry was filled with unease. What would happen tonight? Would they really come for him? Instead of leaving his school bag behind, he kept it with him; rather than being filled with books, quills and parchment it was filled with his invisibility cloak, his map, his photo album and a few other miscellaneous important things.

He sat down at dinner and tried to concentrate on the topic of conversation, but it was fruitless. His mind kept wandering to the piece of parchment in his pocket. Harry knew he would have to honour his oath, to not would be severely damaging. He just wished he hadn’t made such a specific oath.

“Harry, are you sure you’re alright mate?” Ron asked, breaking Harry’s thoughts once again. “You seem to be out of it.”

Dinner had progressed to dessert by now, and Harry felt a little less uneasy. Perhaps Balthasar and the Traveler wouldn’t make it. Maybe they would have to wait, or maybe they thought that he was best left at Hogwarts. He could only hope.

“Yeah, I’m…” Harry trailed off. Something tugged at him from inside - his beast, his marks. It wanted him to come outside. His magic flared up, twisting inside him, warming him to the point of burning him as a constant reminder of his oath. He had to go. His oath and his Master would not allow him otherwise.

“Harry! Harry! Are you okay?” Hermione was shaking him now. The other people around them started to stare. Slowly the Hall began to quiet, watching what was happening to the Golden Trio in Gryffindor.

Harry could hear the muffled voice of Hermione. It mildly registered within his mind that he was being shaken. But the burning, oh the burning. It was all he could feel. His Master’s call. He had to answer.

Harry stood up suddenly, almost tipping Hermione over.

“I’m sorry Hermione,” Harry said, his voice rougher and more animal like. She flinched. He looked between her and the door, his eyes becoming more and more glazed. “But my Master is,” he paused and took a step away from the table. “My Master is calling, and I must answer.”

It seemed as if everyone froze after he spoke, their eyes watching Harry as they would a movie in slow motion. Every step seemed to take an age to make. As soon Harry reached the doors and exited the Hall, everyone was in motion again. Ron and Hermione were the first to react, getting up and rushing after him. Dumbledore and the other professors were next, following them along with half the school after them.

Harry’s pace had taken him through the Entrance Hall and out the doors before Ron or Hermione could even make it out of the Great Hall. He was half way across the school grounds before he spotted two figures, bathed in the moonlight of the crescent moon that shone above them.

As Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and most of the school spilled out onto the grounds, Harry stood a few meters from the duo in front of him. His eyes returning into focus and his dazed appearance sharpening.

“I have come for you,” one of the two said, his voice calm and entrancing.

Dumbledore, despite his age, quickly caught up with Ron and Hermione and joined them as they ran up behind Harry, wands drawn and pointed at the two unknown figures. They stood slightly away from Harry, as the situation was still unclear.

“I know, I got your message,” Harry held up a crumpled piece of parchment in his left hand. “I hoped you wouldn’t come. I hoped you wouldn’t deem Hogwarts unsafe.”

“I have, as expected after the stunt that was pulled during the night of All Hallows Eve,” the cloaked figure once again spoke.

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Is there any possible way to change your mind?” he asked.

“No.” The silent one nodded his agreement. “You are my tiger,” this brought a small gasp from Hermione, “and mine alone. I will take you somewhere where there is not a crazed vampire magician after you and your connection to him is weakened.”

“Not to the Council?” Harry asked tensely.

“No. I believe sending you to where my only other friend resides would be best. You would be,” he looked at the school and towards the staff, “better protected there.”

Dumbledore had had enough. This cloaked figure wanted to take Harry Potter - the prophesied Savior - away from Hogwarts which was the safest place for him in his, and most of the wizarding world‘s population, opinion. Here Harry was protected by him, and would soon be taught how to fight the Dark Lord. His beginnings, his personality, his history. However, who was this crazed vampire wizard after him? This brought new questions - and problems - forward.

“Why -”

“Now see here,” Dumbledore cut Harry off, “what power do you possess over my authority as Headmaster that you can take Harry away from here? What do you mean by when you say he is yours?”

The cloaked figure looked past Harry towards Dumbledore and grinned, purposely showing off two pointed fangs.

“Vampire!” Hermione cried loudly out of shock, her hands flying up towards her mouth. Her shout causing the students who had watched the exchange retreat with speed a good distance away.

Dumbledore took a step back, and looked towards Harry. “My dear boy, what have you gotten yourself tangled up in?”

Harry turned slightly looking towards Dumbledore, his eyes reflecting the moonlight - much like a cat. “He saved my life,” he said simply. “He became my Master, the vampire I will follow until I die.”

From the few who could hear this confession of sorts gasped. The murmurs began slowly, soon spreading throughout the crowd.

“He taught me how to live again.”

There was a pause in which Ron stepped forward, bravely trying to not shake in fear. “Harry, are you still… well, human?” Ron feared the worst for his best mate. Had he been living with a vampire?

“No Ron, I’m not.”

“Harry, this is ridiculous,” Hermione began. “You can’t go off with some strange vampire and his companion!” She pointed towards the two behind Harry.

“Oh Hermione,” Harry chuckled, “they are hardly strange. I’ve known them for three years. They are the ones who taught me to control my beast. To be human again.”

“You’re beast? What are you talking about mate?” Ron butted in again.

“Harry, you are stalling,” Harry felt the tug again, and with a rustle of a cloak the man appeared behind him. Arms wrapped around his waist and a head appeared beside his.

“I’m sorry.”

“No you are not.” The man moved again, grabbing Harry’s arm and pulling slightly, telling him to move soon or the ‘by force’ term of his oath would kick in.

“Now just wait a moment. I will not allow you to remove Harry from Hogwarts.” Dumbledore started to stride towards where they were standing, wand still raised.

“We’re going,” the man turned around and pulled Harry onto his back, throwing Harry’s bag to his silent companion.

Dumbledore began to say a spell… but they were gone. As fast as they had appeared they had disappeared.

“H-Hermione,” stuttered Ron. Looking at the area Harry had stood moments before.

Hermione looked towards Ron. ‘Yes Ron?”

“What did Harry mean by ‘his beast’?”

“Harry’s a…” Hermione paused. “He’s a weretiger, if everything he said was true.”

A hushed silence fell over the two as Dumbledore returned to the castle after checking the area extensively along with his staff, along with many other students, most in shock.

The next day the Daily Prophet had a blaring headline, calling to the urgency of the situation. The Boy-Who-Lived became the Boy-Who-Disappeared.

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Harry had fallen asleep halfway through the trip to America. Currently he was on a plane chartered for St. Louis, America. Balthasar was on his left and The Traveler was in a coffin, in a special cargo area. Harry woke up briefly and looked outside the window. The blue of the ocean was much darker as was the sky. They were probably nearing America by now. Yawning, he placed his head on Balthasar’s shoulder, and began to drift off, the sounds of the engines lulling him to sleep.


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A/N: Hey all!

Well, I hoped you enjoyed the prologue to this fan fiction. Took me a couple months to write it all out. And a couple more to go through and continuously edit and change things. I apologise for how long this is… it kind of ran away on me. I really wanted to build the characters, and a feasible way of contact was through letters. I hope they sound like themselves.

Well, I first want to note a few things. This is a jointly written fic, by yours truly, and my best friend. The first chapter will be re-written by her as soon as her laptop is revived. We’ve been sitting on this for a while, so we’re testing the waters as of right now. Meaning, if people show enough interest we’ll be more inclined to continue it.

The parings are somewhat subject to change a bit - we haven’t a got a solid idea on everything just yet, so please be a bit patient. More information will be in chapter one.

Please, tell us what you think! We’d love to hear from you guys. Suggestions, crit, and so on. We love it all.