Heya! This is the next chapter of Blood Red Moon! Oh, and the character Caitlin in the story is actually me. Don't worry, she won't be in there for very long. Just a chapter or two.

Under the Light of the Blood Red Moon

Chapter Eight: And so it begins…

Harry stared up at the sky, stretched out on his towel.

He was bored.

Minako had singing lessons, Adrien was stuck baby-sitting, Gabriel was on a date with Vivian, Dez was with Alex…and so on. In short, he had no one to hang out with and it was seriously grating on his nerves!

He had sent the letter to Remus yesterday, and hoped that he wasn't too mad.

Who am I kidding? He'll be furious. Harry sighed. Bored…bored…bored…still bored…well, this is getting me no where…

A sudden splash of cold water jolted him out of his thoughts.

He yelped, jumping up to sit on his towel, only to glare at the offender.

"Eric?"

Said teen grinned. "Hidey-ho! What's up, dude?"

Harry looked up. "The sky…oh, and there's a blimp…that thing needs to lose weight."

Eric laughed. "Man, you are weird. Listen, I've been looking all over the beach trying to find you. The others want to try and see you again."

"Really? Well, I'm touched."

"Yeah, in the head."

"Hey! Meanie…" Harry pouted.

"That look will work on a lot of girls, but not me." He sat down next to the British wizard, "Dude…this is a great view. I can see why you're sitting here."

"I have the feeling you're not talking about the ocean view…" Harry saw a girl walking past them, clad in a black bikini.

"No duh. Anyway, you up to putting up with us? We're meeting at the club Flame and Rain. It's great. Rocking music, great drinks, and hot people. Most of the time."

"So I take it this is an invitation?"

"Nope. Even if you didn't want to go, then I'd still force you." He smiled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Pushy…"

"I've been called that. So, you gonna go?"

"I guess. I've got nothing better to do. What kind of clothes do I need to wear?"

"No black. Colors. This is a colorful club. Oh, and try to bring a friend."

"Why?"

"You never go there alone, some girls get the wrong idea."

"Oh…okay. I'll try to bring a friend." Harry looked at his watch. "Oh, I gotta go eat lunch. You wanna join me?"

"Is that an invite?" Eric snickered.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Idiot. Of course." Harry pulled up his towel, balling it up and stuffing it into his bag. "Just…please don't look at me weird when you see my house, okay?"

"Okay…where is it?"

"Just down the beach."

"Do you mean, it's along the beach?" Eric sounded a little shocked.

"Uh…yeah. Is that a problem?"

"No…it's just, well, a lot of rich people are the ones who live on the beach."

"Really? I didn't notice."

As they were talking, Harry kept trying to get the subject away from where he lived.

He hoped that Eric's opinion of him wouldn't change just because of his house.

Then a problem came up in his head.

"Hey, Eric. Can you wait right here for a minute, I need call someone."

Before Eric could utter a word, Harry shot off to near the wet sand, the water washing over his sand-speckled feet.

Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a small walkie-talkie he had given to Shiri so he could keep in contact with her at all times. She got so worried about her new master, saying she loved him so much.

"Shiri?"

"Yes sir?"

"I'm bringing a friend over. But I forgot about you and the other house elves until now. Could you all, like, take on human appearances or something of the like?"

"Well it is possible. I'll go tell the others. We'll be ready by the time you get here, Mr. Harry…"

"Oh, and by the way, could you please call me Zach Chescher, instead of Harry Potter? That's what everyone else here knows me as."

"Of course sir. I will be seeing you soon, then."

Harry cut off the line, shoving the walkie-talkie in his bag, he then ran back to Eric. "Sorry."

"No problem. You ready to go now?" Eric teased.

"What? Oh, sure. Well sorry if I'm a little paranoid."

"Who did you have to call?"

"…no one."

"Uh-huh. Right. Whatever, Zach."

The two of them stopped in front of Harry's house, and Eric's jaw dropped.

"This…is your house?"

"Well, yeah. Uh, surprise?" Harry grinned weakly. "Sorry I didn't tell you. I thought that…well, a lot of people back home used to try to become my friends just because I had more money than they did. And I didn't want that to happen here."

"Don't worry dude, it won't. It just surprised me, that's all."

"Good. Now, shall we go in?" Harry walked towards the white-wood door, only to have it open for him.

A tall, brown-haired woman stood there, dressed in a long-skirted maid's dress. "Good afternoon, Mr. Chescher. I trust your day has been fun so far?" she smiled at him, her wide, blue eyes shining…Shiri's eyes…

Harry smiled. "Yes, thank you Shiri. It was wonderful. I just came home for a little snack and to get ready for a party."

"Ah, another one, sir?"

Harry laughed. "Yes. Another one. Thankfully none at mine. That would be a mess I'd hate for you to clean up."

Harry walked through the door, Eric following behind mutely.

Shiri took Harry's bag, then looked at Eric. "Ah, and this must be your friend that you told me of, Mr. Chescher."

"Yes, he is, Shiri. And how many times have I told you to just call me Zach?" he grinned at her playfully.

"At least once more, Mr. Chescher, as always." Shiri smiled back just as playfully. "Now, should I go and prepare a snack for you and Mr…?" she looked at Eric.

"Merschman…Eric Merschman."

"Mr. Merschman, then." She smiled at him, then took his bag as well, walking off towards the kitchens. "I shall have your snack brought up to your room soon, Mr. Chescher."

"Thank you, Shiri!" Harry said back. He turned to Eric, who was staring. "What?"

"Dude…you didn't say you had a maid…"

"Uh…she's basically my nanny. And I don't have maids. They work here of their own free will. When they don't feel like working that day, and that hardly ever happens, as these are the kinds of people who have been raised to do work, I give them the time off that they need. They don't do anything that they don't want to." Harry smiled. "They just make me a little uncomfortable at times, though. Bowing and calling me Mr. Chescher." He laughed as he led Eric up the stairs, where Eric stared at a painting.

"Dude…who are these people?"

"Huh? Oh."

It was a picture of the Marauder's, Harry, and his mother.

"That's my parents and their friends. Sirius, Remus, James, and Lily. The baby's me."

He smiled sadly at the picture. "I miss them…"

"Why? Aren't they here?" Eric asked.

"…one of them is. Remus. He's back in England. Sirius and my parents were murdered. Sirius died about a month ago, and my parents died when I was about a year old."

"Oh dude…I am so sorry." Eric said, his voice and eyes showing that he spoke the truth.

"It's okay. That's why I came here. An escape, and to have some fun with new friends." He grinned at Eric, breaking the sadness between them.

Eric smiled sadly at the picture. "I know how you feel. I'm an orphan too. My parents were killed, very strangely, when I was about three. I can't remember them. But I guess that's for the best, else I'd be even sadder. I've suffered pain in my life, too, Zach. And don't think you can't talk to me about it. I guess we could help each other with this stuff, huh. Hell, I've never even told the others about all of this. They think my parents gave me up for adoption. Course, I got adopted into a family. A nice one. They really love me like one of their own. And guess what? The man who adopted me was my…Godfather."

Harry laughed. "Now that's weird. Sirius was my Godfather. It was fun with him. I didn't know until I was thirteen, though."

"Whoa, that sucks."

"Yeah." Harry stopped in front of his bedroom door, and pushed it open.

Eric blinked at the room. "Dude, this rocks! Do you think this floor would hold a few sleeping bags?"

"It should. Why?" Harry rose an eyebrow at his friend.

"I was just thinking we should have a bit of a Homonculus Slumber Party here."

"I can approve of the Slumber stuff…but no huge parties. I don't want Shiri to have to do more work than she needs to do."

"Don't worry, it'll stay in your room…how about it?"

"Well," Harry paused to think. Is this for real? I mean…I've never even been to a slumber party before, let alone hosted one. But, on the other hand, it would give me a chance to get to know the others better. They seem like a great group. Maybe I can even pick up on my music with them. I mean, they are a music group. Sure, why not? "Sure, why not?" Harry grinned.

Eric laughed. "Great. Do you wanna have it after the club?"

"Sure, I don't see why we shouldn't. We'll need a place to crash anyway."

The two flopped onto Harry's bed, Eric promptly having to comment on how squishy it was.

Half-way through a conversation on how NSync needed to fall off the face of the earth, Eric hit Harry with a pillow.

(Okay, now this next scene belongs to my best friend, KawaiiNekoYokai. Thank you, KNY!)

Harry stared at him weirdly before throwing it back at him.

Eric gasped, and pulled out a spoon that had on army gear and a frowny face on it. "Commander, Code Red, I repeat, Code Red. The enemy has returned fire, I repeat, the enemy has returned fire!"

Harry blinked. "Why are you talking to a spoon?"

Eric glared at him. "How dare you call my great commander a spoon! This means war, snake scum!"

Harry blinked, but was then attacked by a pillow-bearing Eric.

Harry promptly curled himself into a ball, trying to avoid getting hit by the feather-filled pillow.

Eric paused in his assault to look at his 'Commander'. "Commander, are we fighting the French? They don't seem to be fighting back!"

Harry growled at being called French, and threw a pillow at Eric, who gasped, holding a fake battle wound.

"No…we're fighting…England…they take cheap shots!"

Harry growled, and what then commenced could only be called an all-out-war of pillows between two hyper-active teenage boys.

An hour later, the two collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath through their uncontrollable laughter.

"I salute you, Lieutenant I-Speak-To-Spoons." Harry saluted.

Eric grinned. "And I salute you, Colonel I-Take-Cheap-Shots."

The two then re-collapsed into laughter yet again.

A knock resounded on the door.

"C-Come in…" Harry gasped out.

Shiri poked her head in, blinking. "Are you okay, Mr. Chescher? Mr. Merschman?"

She was carrying a tray of some food, along with two drinks.

"We're…we're fine, Shiri. Thank you for the food." Harry grinned at her.

She smiled at him. "It was my pleasure, Mr. Chescher. Now, you two might want to hurry and eat to get ready. From what I remember your little party starts in a few hours."

Shiri left the room, and Harry blinked. "Well, guess we should eat, then get ready."

Eric looked at the food on the plate.

She had given them Oreos and some milk. "Simple, much?"

"Oh, she knows how much I love these things." Harry grinned.

Eric shook his head. "Well, get to eating, I'll look through your closet."

"Okay." Harry grabbed an Oreo as Eric threw open his closet door, revealing the large, walk-in closet.

"Dude! This thing is huge!"

"Really? I noticed. I wanted a smaller one, but, this is the room Shiri picked for me."

"Oh. So you're only here for the summer?"

"Yeah. But I'll probably be coming back during Christmas. Hell, I might even be coming here every summer. I love it here. And as a plus, I've made a million new friends." Harry grinned at Eric's back, and tackled him.

"Yack! Not fair, Zach!" Eric pushed off the laughing British boy, and continued searching through Harry's messy closet. "I see Shiri hasn't been in here."

"Nope. If she had, it would be neater than…well…I guess neat as a pin wouldn't really describe it."

Eric whistled. He flipped through the articles of clothing, finally finding the perfect mix.

"Here. Try this on. Hey, you mind if I borrow some of your clothes? You've got a lot of cool stuff."

"I don't care if you do or not, just don't mess it up." Harry took the clothes he was offered, and pulled them on. "What do you think?"

"Good, let's just add some stuff." Eric reached into his bookbag that Shiri hadn't taken, and pulled out a few things. "Hey, Zach?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know what this is?" He held up the gun that people used to pierce their ears.

"Uh…no…"

"Well, do you have any qualms about getting any part of your body pierced?"

"Body piercing? I've never even heard of guys doing that…"

"Well, a lot of them do it. So what do you say?"

"Uh, well, I guess so. I mean, it doesn't hurt too much, does it?"

"Only a little sting. Now, just let me handle everything."

Harry felt slightly uneasy about putting his life in Eric's hands. Wait, he's my friend. I should be able to trust him with my life. I mean, it's just a piercing. Sure, I don't know where he'll put it, but still. When I get back home, everyone will shoot me, but I guess I'd better stop worrying about what the people at home would do to me and just start living in the moment like everyone else that I've met here. That seems to work out for them just fine. Harry grinned. "Hit me with your best shot, Merschman."

After nearly an hour of Harry trusting Eric with his life, they were done.

Eric had left already, saying to meet him at Flame and Rain (also telling him where it was) at seven. It was currently five.

Eric said I should try to bring a friend…but who? I mean, the only friends I have here are the others. And I know only one girl that I'd like to bring with me. Harry sighed. Couldn't hurt to try at least once.

Harry looked at the little book the others had bought him that held all of their phone numbers for everything.

But there was a number he had just recently added.

Harry looked at the name, and took a deep breath as he picked up the phone whilst thinking back to when he'd gotten the number.

Harry trudged into Libby Lu's to pick up Ali, carefully avoiding the sparkles that were everywhere.

"Hello, welcome to…oh, hi. It's you. Your little sister's done…I wonder what kind of hell Caitlin put him through?" Marie sighed. "I have to admit, that girl knows how to do her job. She's wonderful with the little kids. As long as they aren't smart-allecks." Marie sighed again. "Caitlin! It's time to give up the chibi!"

Said girl came out from a corner of the store, holding the hand of a now all-dolled-up Ali.

"There we go. Now it's time for you to go, Ali." Caitlin smiled at Ali, and once the little girl turned to leave and ran out, Caitlin sighed, losing her smile.

"Ow…" She rubbed her cheeks. "My cheeks hurt now."

"You smile too much?" Marie smirked.

"No duh, jerk-face." She snapped.

Apparently, she wasn't as happy as he had first pegged her as. "Uh…hi." He said awkwardly.

"Oh, you must be Ali's brother." Caitlin smiled. "Ow…I've gotta not do that for a while."

Harry snickered. "I can see how smiling too much could hurt."

Caitlin blinked. "Are you British? Cause you're talking like they do with that cute accent…"

"My accent is cute? I've never been told that before…" Harry trailed off.

She sighed. "Well, I'm Caitlin Carson, 15." She held out a hand.

Harry took it. "Zach Chescher, also 15."

Caitlin grinned, even though it hurt. "Well, do you think we could probably go out sometime?"

Harry blinked. Is she asking me out?

At Harry's silence, she looked at the ground, feeling ashamed. "Uh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I don't really even know you very well."

"Hey, you don't have to say you're sorry. I'd love to." Harry smiled.

Caitlin's bright smile was well worth it.

Harry now really looked at her. Her blonde hair actually had a bit of a red tint to it, streaks of lighter blonde going through it, she had a bit of a narrow face, but her eyes made it work out, shining through the thick eyelashes to show the amber green eyes, her skin was very pale for a girl living in LA. She wasn't really 'skinny', but she was in the middle between skinny and chubby. She wasn't anorexic at least, that was good.

"Here," she pulled out a pen and a small piece of paper, writing out a bunch of figures and handing it to him. "Call me if you ever get some time." She smiled, which he returned.

"Thanks. I'll do that." Harry waved, and then left.

Harry sighed. Well, it's now or never. Harry typed out the number on the dial pad, and waited through the sound of the phone ringing. Come on, pick up, Caitlin.

Hello?

"Caitlin?"

Yes, who is this?

"Have you forgotten me already?"

Oh, Zach! Hi! It's nice to hear from you.

"Yeah, thanks. Hi to you too. Listen, a couple of friends and I are going to be meeting at Flame and Rain, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me."

One second, I have to go ask my mom…if she's even awake.

Harry paused, hearing a bunch of noises on the other end of the phone.

Jennifer! Jennifer! Wake up, damn it!

What do you want, Caitlin?

A friend wants me to go to Flame and Rain with him. Yes or no?

Whatever. Does it look like I care what you do?

Tch. So much for mother of the year…Seems like I can go, Zach. You want me to meet you there, or what?

Harry snapped out of his stupor, thinking What the hell kind of parent does she have?

"Oh, uh, I don't really have any mode of transportation, so…could you meet me there?"

Sure. What time?

"It's at seven."

Great. I'll see you there!

Harry smiled. "Great. Same to you."

She hung up.

He couldn't shake the sound of her angry voice out of his head.

An hour and a half later, Harry stood in front of the club Flame and Rain.

It wasn't small…far from it.

It was quite a large club, actually, right smack dab between a coffee shop and a bar.

Harry shook his head, and made his way in.

Though he noticed that there was no bouncer at the front door, which was odd in itself.

Harry stepped away from the front door, allowing it to close behind him.

He looked around the club, and couldn't help but think that it looked a lot better than Obsidian Night Bloom.

This one had red leather booths for seats along one side of the large club, the rest of the area dance floor and a large bar.

The walls were painted like red hot flames at the top, but nearer the bottom, they turned black outlined with green and blue, giving the impression of fire and ice. He looked at the ceiling, seeing storm clouds.

Well, Flame and Rain. Very cool.

"Zach!"

Harry yelped as a pair of arms encircled him, pinning his arms to his sides.

"C-Caitlin…I can't breathe…"

"Oh, sorry!" she let go, and he gasped for breath.

"Bloody hell! You could kill someone with that thing!"

She laughed. "Yeah, I've been told that on more than one occasion."

Harry smiled at her.

Today, Caitlin was dressed in an…all-black outfit?

Well, she really did stand out in the crowd.

She looked like she had just jumped out of a Chobits comic.

Her dress hung to just below her knees, slightly ruffled. It looked like a ripped and torn black ballerina dress with a spiked black and silver headband in her hair and a pair of black ballerina shoes. Her makeup was dark, outlaying the fact that she was so pale.

But it did look good on her.

"You look nice." He said, his smile wider.

She blushed brightly, looking down. "Th-Thanks…I mean, you look great too…" then she eyed his hoodie. "Wait, is that a Fullmetal Alchemist hoodie?"

"Uh…yeah. You like FMA?"

"Like it?" she looked at him like he was insane. "I'm a member of the Roy Mustang fan club!"

Harry blinked. "Whoa. I didn't know there was a Fan Club."

"Duh. There's a club for nearly every cute guy in any anime."

Harry laughed. "Well, I didn't know that." Harry looked around, and spotted Rachel. She was sitting with the others, all dressed colorfully. "Oh, there are my friends. C'mon, let's go." He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd, her clinging to his hand tightly. Apparently she didn't want to get lost in this mob of a dance floor.

Harry panted to a stop next to their booth. "There you guys are."

Rachel grinned. "Yello, Zach. So, who's this?"

"I'm Caitlin." She smiled, holding out a hand.

Rachel took it, shaking it.

Caitlin blinked at Rachel's shirt, which was red with the face of Kurama from YuYu Hakusho on it, his hair blending in with the rest of the shirt.

"Is that Kurama?"

"Duh. You a fan?"

"Duh. Who isn't? Mind if I sit down?"

"Go ahead."

The two then became immersed in a conversation of different anime's, bands, music, colors, and just about anything under the sun.

Harry shook his head. "There went my date."

Shawn and Eric laughed. "Poor dude."

"Ha ha…so funny I forgot to laugh." Harry rolled his eyes. "And you guys are having fun?"

They nodded.

"And who are your dates?" he questioned.

"Well, our dates are over at the bar. Eric's here with some girl named Courtney from Alabama. I'm here with my girlfriend. Ashley is here with some guy…I can't remember his name. Rachel's here with…what was his name, Rach?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "His name is Nikolas, you twit!"

"Someone say my name?" came a voice from behind Harry.

Harry turned only to have his jaw nearly drop.

This guy was a spitting image of him!

Same messy black hair, pale skin, emerald eyes…everything.

"Here ya go, Rachel." Nikolas handed her a Mudslide.

She smiled. "Thanks."

Nikolas turned and smiled at Harry. "Hey, so you're the one she can't shut up about, I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. She said we looked alike, but she didn't say I'd be running into my twin!"

Harry blinked. "Yeah…I guess the resemblance is uncanny."

Nikolas smiled. "Hey, can we talk?" Nikolas grabbed the back of Harry's hoodie, and dragged him to the bathroom. "There. Now, what in the name of Dracula are you doing here, Potter?"

"Excuse me?" Harry said, rubbing his neck where his hoodie had cut into his neck.

"You know what I'm talking about, Harold Zachariah James Potter! And in case you've forgotten, I should know who you are, seeing as how I'm one of your ancestors."

"Ancestors? That's impossible. You'd have to be a ghost."

Try a vampire. I was bitten, along with my twin Kristopher, when we were seventeen in the fifteenth century of America, near the time when the Salem Witch Hunts had started. We've given up our last names, but they were Potter." Nikolas smiled at him, a haunted, sad look in his eyes. "It's nice to finally meet you, Harry."

"…" To say Harry was in shock was an understatement.

"Look, Harry. I know this is a lot to take in, but I guess Kris and I are the only ones left for you besides your Muggle family. Dumbledore completely ignored us when we came to him, testifying we should take you. He said you couldn't grow up with vampires, it wouldn't be right. But I think now you're old enough to make your own decisions. If you want, we can stay with you. Give you a family-like home."

Harry grinned. "All I have to say is, Come here ya idiot." Harry grabbed Nikolas and gave him a huge hug.

Nikolas smiled. "Goof. Just like your father."

"So what do I call you?" Harry asked. "You and Kris, I mean?"

"We could be brothers…I never told Rachel my last name, so we could just add Chescher to the mix. What do ya say? I also heard about Sirius. He was a good man. Hopefully we can try and make it better."

Harry smiled. "I'd like that. Now, let's get out of here before they think we've decided to elope or something."

A/N: Hey! I decided to end it here right now. So, now Harry's found a member of his family in America, and will be living with them in his own house…could things start getting weirder? You bet. But I must warn you all that things are going to start getting a little…scary, come the next few chapters…I got a brainburst, don't ask.