Symphony of the night
Dark-Syaoran: Remember when they went back in the house and Harry noted something about almost everyone being asleep already? And for the blood, um…..you have a point, so let just say, ummm….you know what? I really don't know……so sorry.
D-sama: Actually, I was totally not thinking Hellsing when I came up with this idea, so I think it's safe to say no, he won't be like that Alucard
Gryffindors: Good point, I'll try to keep that in mind
Locathah: I think I e-mailed you the answer to your question, but I'm not positive…..
Aoi-Tabibito: Yes, James was technically Dracula, but he was more of Dracula's incarnate. If you read over what Dumbledore said about Dracula's spirit going into James's body after he was born, then you may realize that it would be impossible to be full vampire therefore erasing his immunity to the killing curse. Even if that wasn't so, he wouldn't have all of his original powers or their strength because James's body wouldn't be able to handle it. Besides, it would be really awkward if James lived. Also, it's Voldy we're talking about.
sirius009: Don't worry, there are ways to fix jealousy issues.
Dark Lightning Dragon: Nope, none of that gear
Locathah: I said CORE . Soul and core are not the same thing. Soul can shatter and dissappear, Core's are always there in some form. Besides, he doesn't know what a core is. I'll explain what it is at some point, but you're ight, I should have clarified that. Just keep in mind that souls and cors are totlly unrelated. If you want a more detailed description ASAP, tell me and I'll e-mail it to ya.
J or The Blind: Thanks for the compliments, glad you like it. Yes, I have seen Hellsing, but that has nothing to do with the story. Sorry. In this story, it is Alucard (Harry's vamp name.) because if you look at a lot of the vamp. things, and some of the mythical histories, Alucard (Adrian Fahrenheight Tepes) Is really the son of Dracula. Also, the from the ground to roof thing in ch2 should be pretty obvious, but for those of you who haven't figured it out, I'll put it in one of the chapters. Also, there will probly be very few, if any, elemants from Van Hellsing. The answer to your Tonks thing…Sorry, but she will likely never progress past the very good friend stage. Sorry.
A/N: Ok fourth chap. now. Ok, and for your info, starting with this chapter, I'll be having some foreign language included. Translations will be at the end of the fic. Before the ending Author's note. This is a heads up, Tonks will be OOC…ok, everyone will be OOC. Oh, and thanks to the people who corrected me on James's eyesight. I'll try to fix that if I can. Another heads up, there is a reason for Fleur's state, so I don't want anyone telling me they think she overreacted, cause I have a reason. Thanks to the peeps who corrected the eye thing. I wasn't sure, so I'll go back and fix it when I get the chance. And for the people who all say it's interesting….I told ya soooooo :P
Chapter 4: Pain
So much better than the rest
You think you've been blessed
But I know you
Harry awoke early on the morning of the seventh of August. Looking to his right, he could see that Hermione was still asleep on her chair, Ron laying on the floor right next to it. He turned his head to the left and saw Fleur in a deep sleep, her head still resting on his bead.
Carefully, Harry stood up and made his way over to a small bag at the foot of his bed. Inside, he found some clean clothing, his shoes, some robes and his wand. Grabbing its contents, he went into the room's bathroom.
As quickly as he could, Harry started to dress himself, trying his best to look somewhat alive. He was just pulling on his shirt when he heard someone from his room scream. Grabbing his wand, he threw open the door and looked around wildly. Hermione and Ron had been waken by the scream and were groggily waking up. Fleur, who had been the one screaming, was looking around the room franticly, and Harry raised an eyebrow. Harry gave a small cough and Fleur rounded on him, her eyes betraying her surprise. The surprise faded quickly and was replaced by a look of anger.
"Vhat ze 'ell are you doing out of bed, 'Arry!" she shouted at him.
"Umm….getting dressed?" he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Fleur marched over to him and pointed a finger at his chest.
"You are supposed to be in ze bed until ze 'eadmaster says you can leave!" She shouted, causing Harry's anger to flare slightly.
"Well, mother, in cast you were absent yesterday, I'm leaving today!" he shouted back. Fleur growled at him.
"I vas 'ere, I just don't zink you should be out of bed until ve leave!" she yelled back. "And I am not your Mother!"
"I'll be out of the bed if I damn well please!" He said defensively. Fleur's eyes flared and her skin seemed to shiver.
" 'Arryyyyyy…….!" She growled in a low voice, her skin was beginning to grow feathers and her face was sharpening into a beak.
"Ohhhhhhhh shit…." Harry mumbled as he realized what was happening. He was able to dodge the first fire ball as it aimed for his head.
"If you're so worried about me, then why are you trying to kill me!" He screamed at her, dodging fireballs right and left.
"Shut-up and sit still!" She shrieked.
'My god, is she out of her mind!' he thought frantically. Ron and Hermione were standing off to the side, Ron's face showing amusement and Hermione's showing concern.
Harry ducked behind the bed as another fire ball flew at him, utterly destroying it.
"Now look what you've done! You wanted me on the bed and now you've destroyed it!" He screamed in frustration. Fleur shrieked again.
This was the scene that greeted the head master as he pulled back what was left of the curtains and stepped into Harry's half of the room. He took one look at the scene before pointing his right index finger at Fleur's raging form. Ropes shot out from nowhere and bound the angry part veela, giving Harry a chance to catch his breath.
"Miss. Delacour, if you would be so kind as to regain control of your temper?" Dumbledore asked, a twinkle of amusement in his eye. Fleur struggled to calm herself, and after about five minutes, finally reverted back to her human form. Dumbledore released her from her bonds. "Now what, may I ask, what all that about?" he asked, gesturing to what was left of the room.
"Zis stupid idiot vas out of bed vhen 'e should 'ave been resting!" Harry's eyes widened.
"So you try to kill me!" Harry asked, desperation in his voice. "Isn't that going a little overboard!"
"Of course not 'Arry. I vould never 'ave killed you….I vould 'ave just given you a few third degree burns." She said sounding annoyed. Harry gulped and Dumbledore chuckled softly. Hermione was just staring at them and Ron was grinning like an idiot after what he had witnessed.
"I would think Harry would be better off alive and in….intact…" Dumbledore said. Fleur let out a sigh and nodded slowly. Turning to the small group in general, Dumbledore said, "Now, if you would all pack you things, we can be leaving." At those words, the occupants of the…err… 'room'….scattered and started pulling together their belongings, all too eager to get back to Grimmauld place.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore was looking around the 'room', trying to find something he could turn into a portkey. Sighing, he walked over to what remained of the bedside lamp.
"Portus" He said, pointing a finger at it. "Is everybody ready?" He called out. Everyone came over with their belongings (including Harry and Hermione with their bag of books) and affirmed they were. "Grab hold then." He said cheerily.
Everybody reached out for the portkey, Harry doing his best to get as far as he could from Fleur in the process. As soon as everybody touched it, Harry felt the familiar tug in his mid section and, despite his efforts, his eyes locked with Fleur. When he looked in hers, he thought he glimpsed something that wasn't usually there, but as soon as he saw it, it left.
About 2 minutes after touching the portkey, the group landed in the middle of the kitchen.
"Merde!" Fleur cursed as she stumbled and fell on her backside. Ron and Harry had tripped slightly, but were able to remained standing and were now laughing their heads off at Fleur. Dumbledore and (not surprisingly) Hermione were the only two unfazed by the trip. Hermione rolled her eyes and went over to Fleur, reaching out a hand to help her up. Fleur, gratefully, took the offered hand and was now shooting really nasty glares at Ron and Harry. Dumbledore, just being himself, was looking at this scene with an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll be off then. If you would be so kind as to send your mother my greetings, Mr Weasley?" Ron nodded, still trying his best to stop laughing. Dumbledore gave a cheery smile and disappeared.
Fleur gave Harry one last angry glare before climbing the steps as fast as she could and disappearing behind a corner.
"Ohhh, Harry, watcha do to her?" Asked the amused voice of Tonks from right behind the remains of the group. Harry scowled.
"It's more like what she did to me!" Harry said defensively. Tonks gave him an amused look and signaled for him to continue. "I got up to get dressed and she saw that as an excuse to try and kill me!" Tonks couldn't help but laugh. Harry glared at her. "It's not funny!" he shouted at them.
"Actually, it kinda is, mate" Ron said, joining Tonks in her bout of laughter. Harry sent them each a death glare which only made them laugh harder. He turned on his heel and stormed up the steps. As he passed Fleur's room, he could hear her angry screaming, though it was muffled.
"Idiot stupide! Il pourrait avoir perdu connaissance de nouveau! Mais se soucie-t-il ? Nooooooooo ...alors il m'accuse d'essai de le tuer! Et la voie il a ri de moi ? ARG!" Harry didn't even know what she was screaming, but he got even more frustrated and kicked the door. The screaming stopped and he could hear another angry scream in the room. He turned and continued up the steps.
'Maybe if I'm lucky, she'll destroy her own room…' He thought in grim satisfaction. As soon as he heard a large crashing sound from the room, that prospect didn't seem so unlikely. Grinning to himself, he stopped when he finally got to his room.
Opening the door, he walked in and crossed the room to his mirror, once more gazing at his reflection. He studied his face, opened his mouth to see the small fangs, ran a hand around his sharpened jaw line and gazed into his own eyes.
'Why should I hide it? It's not like I'm not me anymore. Besides…I like it. It looks…what's the word? I know! Bad-ass!' Harry thought in satisfaction. He turned away from the mirror and plopped himself down on his bed. Five minutes, a knock sounded on his door.
"Come in" he called. The door opened and Fred Weasley walked in with a grin on his face.
"Bloody hell, Harry! Ron wasn't kidding, it is different!" He said sounding please.
"Well hello to you too." Harry greeted sarcastically. Fred gave a slight, mocking bow. He walked over and sat down next to Harry.
"Open your mouth." Fred commanded. Harry sighed and couldn't help but think he should have seen it coming. He opened his mouth and Fred's grin got larger. "Nice" He commented, referring to the fangs. Harry closed his mouth and Fred started a close inspection. "Hmmm…sharpened jaw-line. It's almost like instant maturity!" He joked, earning a laugh from Harry. "And the ears…they look a little pointed." Harry nodded. Fred got up off the bed and moved so he was right in front of Harry. Kneeling down, he looked him square in the eyes. "Hey, your eyes have changed too, did you know that?" Harry sighed.
"Yeah, I kinda figure that out after everyone freaked." Fred laughed.
"Well, I like it!" He said sincerely. Harry nodded. "Any ways, Mom wants us down for dinner, like, now." He said.
"You go ahead, I'll be down in a few." Fred nodded and left the room. Harry stood up from the bed and walked over to the mirror again. "Let's see…." He mumbled. He turned to his trunk and rummages around for a few moments before standing up with a new change of clothes. Quickly, he shed what he was wearing, and donned the new threads. Now, he was wearing black, baggy pants that hid his feet, a tight, black t-shirt that accented his developing muscles, and put on a few black wrist cuffs that he had found a few years back. He pulled his tennis shoes back on, reminding himself to buy some boots sometime. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help thinking that something was missing. Then, taking a page out of his dad's book, he brought his hands up and started ruffling his hair, trying to make it look messier. Finally satisfied, he turned and walked out of his room, ready to scare the crap out of some less informed order members. Besides, he needed a good laugh. (A/N: Sorry, I had this sketch of the outfit on him and thought it looked hot…)
Five minutes later, he was standing in the door way of the kitchen. He couldn't help but notice that it was really crowed for it just being breakfast.
'Not that it's a bad thing.' He thought. Looking around, he figured he was probably the last person there. 'Good.'
Harry just stayed in the doorway, leaning against its frame, and waited for someone to notice him. That someone turned out to be Fred.
"Whooaaaaa…now that is bad ass!" He said with a large grin on his face.
"Watch you language Fredrick!" Screeched Mrs. Weasley before she turned around. At the sight of Harry, she dropped the plat she was holding and it hit the floor with a crash, completely shattering it. This caught the attention of everyone else in the kitchen, and they turned to see Harry, still standing in the door way.
Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, George and Ron all had to agree with Fred. Harry did look very bad-ass. Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Professor McGonagall (oddly enough…yeah right) were looking at him with disapproval. Ginny had hearts in her eyes for a brief moment before grinning and joining Fed's thought pattern. Mr. Weasley thought it was the most interesting thing in the world (go figure) but Fleur was the only one with an unreadable expression.
"Well, that was fun" Harry said with a huge grin, snapping everyone out of their trance. He walked over and took the free seat next to Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes and Mrs. Weasley's look of disapproval intensified.
"Spectacle stupide de" Muttered Fleur. Harry didn't know what she said, be he just knew it was directed at him. He shot her a glare and she glared right back.
"Well, why don't we get started? It would be a shame to let Molly's excellent cooking to waste." Lupin said, desperately trying to break the tension. Harry nodded and Fleur grumbled, but the both complied.
Two weeks passed like this. If Fleur and Harry weren't fighting, they were shooting glares at, or avoiding, each other. Harry kept reminding Fleur of his near death experience at her hands, and she would always snap back at him that if he wasn't such an idiot, it wouldn't have happened.
Through all this, Harry couldn't help but notice something odd in Fleur's eyes when he brought up the sore subject. Refusing to give her any ground, Harry would always shove this knowledge into the back of his mind and do his best to ignore it.
It was currently August the 19th and Harry was in his room lying on his bed, completely and utterly stuffed from lunch that day and thoroughly exhausted from another argument with Fleur. This one hadn't ended until Harry shouted, "Oh, you gonna get pissed about this too? At least let us call damage control first!" At her. She had run off with what had looked like tears in her eyes. He was about to drift off to sleep when he heard a knock on his door. Sighing, he told them to come in.
Hermione opened the door and hesitated before entering the room. Harry shot her a questioning look, wondering what she could possible have to say to him. She cautiously walked over to him and took a deep breath.
"Harry…I think you should apologize to Fleur…" She said carefully.
'Well, that was random,' he thought, shocked at the sudden outburst.
"What for?" he asked, being sure to keep calm. Hermione gave him a look that said 'isn't it obvious?' she sighed.
"Well, you did overreact, don't you think?" Harry jumped up at this.
"Me? Overreact? She was trying to kill me!" he practically shouted. Hermione looked annoyed.
"Harry, you know as well as I do that she wouldn't kill you." Harry's eyes went wide.
"Um, Hermione, in case you weren't there, she spent twenty minutes hurling giant balls of fire at me!" he said, trying to make her understand he wasn't at fault.
"I was there." She snapped. "And Fleur was just worried about you! Besides, she was right: You shouldn't have been out of bed!" she said heatedly, her temper flaring somewhat.
"Yeah, I'll just bet she was….that would explain the room's destruction." He grumbled. "She was probably just looking for an excuse to flame me." Hermione began to growl.
"Harry, you great prat! In case you haven't noticed, she cares about you! She worries for you!" She hissed, now thoroughly annoyed. Harry threw back his head and laughed.
"Since when has anyone worried about me, let alone cared for me!" he said bitterly. He regretted those words almost instantly. Now, Hermione looked very hurt.
"I care for you…" She said softly. "Mrs. Weasley cares for you, so does Sirius, and Dumbledore, and Ron, and Lupin. Tonks does too and Ginny. All your friends care for you, and so does Fleur. We all worry about you. You can deny it all you want, but it won't change the fact that it's all true. You're not as alone as you seem to think you are…" And with that, Hermione left.
Harry was left stuned. He frowned bitterly.
'What does she know about me?' He fell back on to his bed and stared at the ceiling. 'She doesn't know what I've been through….' He tried to convince himself, but it wasn't really working.
Harry moaned in frustration and turned over. Graving a pillow, he stuffed his face in it. This effectivly muffled the screems that ensued. When screeming wasn't enough, he pulled it away and punched it. Unfortunatly, he forgot his strength and created a hole the size of his fist in it. It took all of his restraint to keep himself from screaming.
'God frickin Dammit! Now I have to get another pillow….'
Harry spent the time up until lunch drowning in self pity and screaming at himself. When Ron knocked telling him lunch was ready, Harry told him to just bring him up something. Ron returned about ten minutes later.
"Here ya are." He said, setting the plate down in front of Harry.
"Thanks…" he muttered. Ron sat down next to him.
"So….what are you beating yourself up about this time?" he asked curiously. Harry shot him a glare.
"I'm not 'beating myself up.'" He said shortly.
"Oh come off it Harry. Hermione didn't even have to say anything for me to know something was wrong, and trust me, when I notice something, it's big." Harry frowned.
"What did she say?" he asked, half curious and half trying to decide if he should be angry.
"She just said you were being a blind, stubborn prat. Said you wouldn't listen to any reason. Not that I know what that means…did she talk to you about something?" Harry nodded shortly.
"She wanted me to apologize to Fleur." He said, anger seeping into his voice.
"Well….did you?" Asked Ron innocently. Harry cast him a sharp look.
"Of, course not, why would I? I didn't even do anything to apologize for." Ron shook his head.
"Harry, they're women. There doesn't have to be a reason." Harry snorted.
"Then there doesn't need to be an apology." Ron sighed.
"Harry…you're hopeless…" He received a glare at that.
"You're one to talk." Ron laughed at this.
"Yeah, I know." He looked down at his watch. "I gotta get back down. Maybe you should think it over, after all it might not be such a bad idea." He left Harry opened mouthed. As soon as Ron left, Harry frowned.
'Is it me, or does everyone but me think she deserves it…..' Harry shook his head and started eating his food.
When he was finished, he picked the plate up and walked to the door. He opened it and placed it down on the landing, then closed the door and when back to his bed. One question entered his mind before he drifted off to sleep.
Harry was woken up by another knock at his door.
'Not again' he thought. He walked over to the door and opened it a little bit. Ron was back.
"Hey, you gonna comedown for dinner?" He asked. Harry gave him a confused look.
"Dinner?" Ron nodded and Harry looked down at his watch. His eyes went wide when he saw it was already nine. He looked back up at Ron. "Nah…I'm not really all that hungry." Ron shrugged and walked back down to the kitchen. Harry went back to his bed and sat down again.
'Maybe I should get out….' He thought to himself. 'I can't sit in here all day.' Harry stood up and put his shoes on. He walked over to the door and opened it slightly. Seeing that no one was on the steps, he left the room and re-closed his door.
He walked down the stairs and carefully snuck past the kitchen, making his way to the back door.
When he was outside, he took a few steps forward. He looked around him and saw the blood stain from a few nights ago illuminated by a patch of light coming from a window...
'I should probably do something about that…' he thought grimly. He walked over to a fairly large tree about twenty feet away. He looked up and reached out his hand, grabbing onto the lowest branch. Hoisting himself up, he reached his other hand out for the next branch. He kept climbing until he was as far up the tree as he was willing to go. Looking down, he realized that it wasn't really all that high up. Harry pulled himself up once more and sat down on the thickest branch he could find.
'There now, this isn't bad. Maybe now I'll be undisturbed for a while.' He thought, thankful for the solitude. Sighing, he once more turned his thoughts to his problems. 'What should I do?' he asked himself. 'If anything, she should be apologizing to me…I didn't even do anything!' He frowned. 'She wanted me to rest I said no, and she tries to kill me. That's just not right.' He sighed again. 'Women…' He shook his head and leaned back against the tree, looking up at the stars.
Taking out his wand, he held it above him and muttered, "Flagrate." That being done, he proceeded to write against the sky. Some of the things he wrote just came to him and some of the things he had heard somewhere before.
I feel angry, I feel helpless. Want to change the world. I feel violent, I feel alone….
Harry sighed, and watched the words appear in front of him, as if written in fire. They faded, and Harry had a feeling of guilt wash over him, though he didn't know why. His hand moved subconsciously and when he looked up, he was slightly surprised at what he had written next.
I think I'm sorry but I don't know why…
"Wha--?" he started, staring at his words. He quickly slashed his wand through them, causing them to split and disappear. "Why?" he mumbled, thoroughly confused.
"Wotcher Harry…" Called a cheery voice from below him. He looked down to see Tonks gazing at him.
"What are you doing here?" He asked wearily. Tonks cocked her head and pointed up to where his words had been.
"Saw the light from the window." She replied. Harry sighed.
"What do you want Tonks, I'm not really in the mood for talking." She chuckled.
"I can see that." To her surprise he didn't frown or glare. Actually, he didn't do anything. "So, what's on your mind?"
"Stuff…" He replied plainly, turning his head back up to the sky. Tonks frowned and, with a crack, disappeared. She reappeared sitting in front of Harry on the branch. Harry barely even noticed.
"Just stuff?" Harry hesitated slightly, then nodded. "So I guess you wouldn't mind talking about it then." She stated. He didn't respond. After a few minutes, she spoke again. "Do you wanna?" she asked.
"Wanna what?" Harry was still looking up.
"Talk about it." She replied, finally getting his attention.
"I…I don't know. It's kinda…complicated, really." Harry sighed. Tonks peered at him, a small smile on her face.
"It wouldn't happen to concern our little, veela blooded friend would it?" She asked slyly. Harry looked at her.
"What makes you think that?" He asked quickly. Tonks laughed.
"It's not really that hard to notice, even for me." Harry gave her a confused look. "I'm not the only one who's noticed how you and Fleur have been acting around each other lately. What happened anyways?" Harry sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot more than usual lately.
"D'you remember that day two weeks ago when I came back from St Mungo's?" he asked.
"I made the mistake of getting out of bed. Fleur flipped and got all angry at me for some reason."
"What did she say?" Tonks asked. Harry laughed slightly.
"It wasn't so much what she said rather than what she did. I told her I'd be out of bed if I wanted to. She got pissed and turned all psycho bird on me."
"So she tried to flame you?" She stated, humor in her voice. Harry nodded.
"It would be lying to call the place a room after that." Tonks laughed and Harry sighed. "Hermione thinks I should apologize…"
"Did you?" Harry snorted.
"Of course not, I didn't do anything wrong…though Hermione and Fleur are convinced I did." He mumbled. "She said Fleur was just worried about me, but if she was worried, she wouldn't have tried to kill me." This time, it was Tonks's turn to sigh.
"Harry, you probably won't like me saying this, but…I think you should apologize…" Harry turned to face her, his face showing his shock.
"But I didn't do anything wrong!" Tonks sighed again.
"Actually Harry, you did…" At his confused look, she elaborated. "She was worried about you Harry." Harry was about to ask her how she knew, but she held up a hand to stop him. "Don't tell me I don't know that, because I do. Fleur told me when I found her cussing out a pillow in our room." Harry looked even more shocked. "The reason she's angry is because you hurt her."
"I what? I wasn't the one throwing fireballs around!" Tonks looked him straight in the eye, making him shut-up.
"Try putting yourself in her position. Say she was the one unconscious and you were sleeping by her side. What would you assume if you woke up and she just wasn't there?" Harry gulped.
"I'd be….worried…." He admitted, unconsciously looking down in shame. Tonks nodded.
"When you brushed her off, it hurt her. I think on a deeper level, you know she was worried, and you acted as if you didn't care."
"What about the flaming thing!" Harry asked, trying to convince her that he was innocent, but was having a hard time convincing himself. Tonks looked at him like it should be obvious.
"Harry, she has veela blood. That reacts to strong emotions. She worried and, to her, it seemed as if you didn't give damn. That's why she got angry, and that anger activated her veela blood. In that state, it wouldn't matter what you did." He looked at her, eyes wide and mouth gaping. "And just so you know, she wasn't trying to kill you. In fact, she's angry at herself now for trying to hurt you at all. I don't think she meant what she did, and you constantly reminding her of it is hurting her a lot too." Harry was completely dumbstruck.
"Do you understand now?" Asked Tonks, looking Harry straight in the eye once more, conveying her seriousness. Harry nodded dumbly. "Good." She looked down at her watch. "I gotta go back now. Think about what I said, won't you?" Harry nodded again. With another crack, Tonks was gone.
'I…hurt her!' Needless to say, Harry was having a major guilt trip. 'Damn….' Not caring about how high up he was, he jumped down from the tree and ran back into the building.
Harry was on the steps, having successfully made it back into the house without being stopped. He was currently heading towards Fleur's room, fully intent on begging if he had to in order for her to hear him out.
When he finally reached the correct landing, he went to the door and raised his fist to knock.
When no one answered, he grasped the doorknob and carefully turned it. Seeing that it was unlocked, he opened the door quietly and took a step inside the room. The first thing he noticed was that all the lights were off. Then, once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed that that the room wasn't empty. He saw, with more than a little guilt, that Fleur was on her bed, dressed in jeans and a tank-top, curled up and shaking. He took another step and called out to her softly.
"Fleur…." Her head snapped up at the sound of her name and her eyes narrowed at the sight of him. Due to his excellent eyesight, Harry could see how red they were. She had obviously been crying.
"Vhat do you vant?" She asked accusingly, followed by a small hiccup. "Are you 'ere to blame somezing else on me?" Harry looked down in shame.
"No…" he said softly. She looked at him in disbelief.
"Zen why are you 'ere?" her voice was cold and Harry couldn't help but close his eyes and let it flow through him. She saw Harry bow his head. Her patience was quickly leaving her. She hiccupped again. He just stood there.
'God, why won't he just leave me alone? He's just making it worse….' She thought sadly. Harry took another step forward.
"I'm not going to leave. Not yet. Not until I say it." He said quietly, his eyes locking with hers. A look of shock passed over Fleur's face, but it was quickly replaced by anger.
"Zen say et and leave!" She said shortly. Harry looked back down mumbled something that she didn't quite catch. "Vhat?" she asked impatiently. Harry's eyes once more locked with hers.
"I'm sorry…" He said softly and almost inaudibly. To say Fleur was shocked would be an understatement, but what surprised her even more was the complete sincerity reflected in his eyes.
"Vhat?" she asked, not quite sure she had heard him right.
"I said I'm sorry, and I'm not leaving until you hear me out….even if I have to beg." He said a little louder, completely serious. Fleur's face took on a look of anger, though it was mostly to hide her surprise.
"You zink you can just valtz 'en 'ere and expect my forgiveness? After 'ow you've treated me for ze past two veeks?" Tears once more threatened to spill. Harry walked over to her curled up form. He was standing in front of her, though not for long. He faced Fleur and got down on his knees, looking her straight in the eye.
"No, actually I don't…." he began seriously, "But I figured I owed you my deepest apologize anyway." He bowed his head. "But, I would do anything to obtain it…" The tears forming in Fleur's eyes started their descent down her face, though Harry didn't notice until he saw them fall onto the ground in front of him. He looked back up to see that Fleur was sitting, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Tears were running down her cheeks and she was beginning to shake from the sobs she was holding in. Harry got up from his kneeing position and sat on the bed next to the crying Fleur.
He didn't know what to do, but his choice was made for him when Fleur suddenly leaned into him. Harry was shocked, but quickly got over it. Tenderly, Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him, and just sat there letting her cry on his shoulder.
'I….didn't know….' He thought sadly.
After about ten minutes, Fleur got her tears under control though she was still sniffing.
"I, too, am sorry 'Arry….I don't even know vhy 'et 'urts so much…." She said quietly. Harry didn't say anything, having been struck been a sudden realization.
"Something else happened, didn't it." Fleur froze, but then her face fell even more and she nodded. "Do you…wanna talk about it?" She looked up suddenly, but then smiled slightly.
"I really do not unzerstand you 'Arry Potter." She stated, looking at him. Harry looked at her in surprise and confusion.
"What do you mean?" Fleur gave a small laugh, giving Harry a warm feeling that he couldn't explain.
"I, too, treated you bad. Even vhen you apologize, not even trying to force my forgiveness, I tried to brush you off. Yet, 'ere you are, putting aside vhat 'appened to offer me comfort once more." She said, still smiling. "Zat…'es ze last zing most people vould do…." Harry froze, and Fleur looked up at him once more. His face broke out into a small smile, bringing a hand up to wipe away a stray tear from her eyes. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes against his touch. She snuggled closer into him.
"I can't help it. I just…can't go back on my promises, no matter what the situation is." Fleur looked at him quizzically and Harry turned his eyes away.
"Vhat do you mean? Vhat did you promise?" she asked.
"You remember when you said you were there for me?" she nodded. "I kinda promised my self that I would always be there for you too….." Fleur's face took up a shocked look. "I just…I didn't know I hurt you so much…." He said sadly. Fleur shook her head.
"Please…don't vorry about 'et. 'Et 'es done…." Now, it was Harry's turn to shake his head.
"No…none of this would have happened if I had just listened to everyone else and stayed in that damned bed…." Fleur giggled, looking up at him. She was surprised at the look of complete seriousness on Harry's face. Her eyes lingered for a few moments, taking in the details of his face. She tore them away, a slight blush on her face, when Harry spoke again. "But, moving away from that…what else happened?" he asked in concern. Fleur's face fell.
"'Et 'es Bill….'e es leaving…." Harry's eyes softened when he saw the pain in Fleur's.
"I gather you're still not going with him…" He stated. She nodded.
" 'E es still mad…" Harry held her close as tears came to her eyes again. She buried her head back into the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around him. Harry was shocked with this, but he just shoved that into the back of his mind and decided to just enjoy the strange warmth.
Their moment was interrupted when they heard the door open. Quickly, they pulled away, both blushing scarlet.
"Uh….Did I interrupt something?" Asked the amused voice of Tonks, looking at the two of them on the bed. Both of them shook their heads and Tonks let out a chuckle.
"I gather it went well." She stated happily to Harry. He blushed, telling her all she needed to know. "Well, I'll just leave you two alone." She said snickering. Turning she left the room, leaving Harry and Fleur in an awkward silence. Fleur was the first one to speak.
" 'Arry…vhat did she mean, ' Et vent vell'?" she asked in confusion. Harry sighed.
"I'll tell you later. I'm getting a headache just thinking about it…" Fleur nodded her head.
The two sat there, unmoving and without speaking, for a few more minutes. Without warning, Fleur scooted a little closer to Harry and leaned back into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry stiffened then, relaxing, wrapped his own arms around her. Fleur rested her head on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck, making him shiver. In that moment, a realization struck him.
'Is this it? This warm feeling I couldn't describe? It has to be….It is….' he thought, unwilling to even try to push it away. Unknown to him, Fleur was thinking along the same lines.
'Zis…et feels so good. So right….Es zis ze feeling I felt? Ze zing I could not describe to 'Ermione?' As soon as she thought that, she knew it was true.
"I hope this moment never ends…" Harry murmured, yet loud enough for Fleur to catch. She nodded against him, signifying she felt the same.
"Je ne veux jamais permettre à ce sentiment d'aller" Fleur murmured.
The two stayed like that for at least an hour, finally falling asleep in each others arms.
The next morning, Harry woke up in extreme comfort. He was lying on a bed, his arms around something that was weighing down on his chest. The only thing was, he didn't remember ever walking back to his room the previous night. Looking down, he saw that the weight on him was really Fleur's sleeping form. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her arms around his neck.
Harry was about to go into a panic and jump out of the bed, when the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. Looking back down at Fleur, he sighed in contentment and wrapped his arms tighter around her, causing her to subconsciously snuggle closer to him. Harry saw a small smile coming to her face, causing him, too, to smile. A slight cough from the doorway almost made Harry fall out of the bed. His head snapped around to face the intruder….only to find Tonks with an insanely huge smile on her face.
"Harry…I just have to ask one thing." She said slyly. Harry narrowed his crimson flecked eyes.
"What?" he asked suspiciously.
"Are you….still a virgin?" She asked, trying her best to keep a straight at the look on his face.
"W-What! Of course I am!" He then looked down at Fleur. He put to and to together, finding out what Tonks's four was. "Wait….you don't thing we….I mean her and I…." Her smile widened. "No, we did not do that. In case you're blind, we're both fully clothed." He said defensively. Tonks couldn't take anymore, she burst out laughing, causing Fleur to stir awake.
"Ugh….vhat time is et?" She asked, looking over towards the clock above the doorway.
"10:35: Tonks said, still laughing. Fleur, not even acknowledging Tonks, buried her head back into Harry's chest.
"Five more minutes…." Harry smiled slightly, and Tonks laughed even louder. Wiping her eyes and trying her best to get control of her-self, Tonks backed out of the room and closed the door. "Is she gone?" Fleur asked, not looking up. Harry nodded. A few minutes later, Fleur turned herself and sat up, Harry doing the same. Now, instead of laying on him, she was sitting in his lap.
"Feeling better?" He asked lamely.
"Yes….zank you, 'Arry." She said looking down. After a few moments, she looked back up and gazed directly into Harry's eyes. Once more, Harry saw that unidentifiable look, but this time, it didn't go away. "I don't know vhat et is about you…" She murmured softly, bringing her hand up to stroke the side of his face. Harry was frozen by this. His shock increased ten-fold with what she did next.
Carefully, Fleur moved her head closed to Harry's. She paused just before her face reached his and, taking one last look at him, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.
Harry was instantly drawn in. His left hand came up to cover Fleur's, and his right hand moved to caress the side of her face while Fleur placed her free hand behind Harry's neck. Harry was in perfect bliss while her soft lips covered his.
After a few moments, she gently pulled back. "….But et es good zat you 'ave et…." She said quietly, finishing her sentence. Carefully, she stood up and walked to the door. Turning her head, she gave Harry one last small smile and left.
Harry brought his hand up, brushing his lips. He could still feel it. He could still smell the scent of her hear; hear the beating of their hearts.
Snapping himself out of his shock, he, too, stood and headed for the door. Opening it, he took a step…..and ran right into Hermione. Her eyes widened and she let out a small scream of surprise.
"Harry! What are you doing here? More importantly, what were you doing in Fleur's room!" She asked. After all, she was not expecting him to emerge from that room this early in the morning. Harry started fidgeting.
"Um, uh…I-I was….err…ummmmmmmm" Hermione looked at him in suspicion. Leaning around him, she peered into the room and noticed that Fleur wasn't in there. Sighing, she shook her head and walked down the steps, not even waiting for Harry to finish answering her questions. Looking over her shoulder, she called out to him.
"Oh, and by the way, breakfast is ready." Harry nodded and followed her down the steps.
When Harry entered the kitchen for breakfast, it was actually pretty empty. Sitting at the table was Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Tonks (who gave Harry a wink), Sirius, Bill, who was shooting angry glances at Fleur, and Fleur, who was trying to ignore said angry glance and gave Harry a small smile. Mrs. Weasley gave him a warm greeting, and he took a seat between Hermione and Ginny.
Breakfast was pretty dull, or at least for Harry it was. Tonks kept winking at Him, and to everybody's surprise, Harry and Fleur were being civil to each other, if not, nice. Harry would send little glances towards Fleur when he didn't think she or anyone else was looking, but he had the distinct impression that Hermione had seen him on the last one he sent.
"Sooo….Harry…" Ron began. "I didn't see you in your room last night when I looked in, nor this morning when I had to call you for breakfast….where were you?" Harry froze.
"Uh, I was…err..." Harry was nervous. What should he say? He couldn't exactly come out and say he had spent the night with Fleur. They wouldn't leave him or her alone if he did. "I was…um….outside…" He finally said. Hermione shot him a look, but he kicked her under the table, signaling not to say anything.
"Outside?" Sirius asked, effectivly inserting himself into the conversation. "What were you doing out there?" Now everyone, especially Fleur and Hermione were looking at him intently.
"Umm….I went out to think and just…uh….kinda fell asleep…" He said lamely.
'Please let them buy it, please let them buy it…' he begged to himself. Sirius shrugged and, along with everyone else, went back to eating. Hermione tugged on his shirt under the table. He stole a sideways glance towards her and saw her eyes signaling the doorway.
"Well, I'm full, so if you'll excuse me…" Hermione said, abruptly standing up. Harry followed her example.
"Yeah, me too. Thanks Mrs. Weasley, it was great." With that, he followed Hermione out the door.
She led him towards the stair case and signaled for him to follow her up. Following her, the two of them ascended the stairways. Hermione finally stopped them at a door on the third floor. She opened it and ushered him in. Closing the door, she rounded on him.
"Ok Harry, spill it. What really happened?" Harry hesitated.
"W-What do you mean? I was really outside…" he said nervously. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"No you weren't. I ran into you on the steps. You were coming out of Fleur's room. Spill. Now." She said assertively, her eyes boring into his. He tore his eyes away and looked down. "You spent the night with her, didn't you…." She said. Harry was shocked when he noticed the absence of surprise in her. Harry bit his lip, thinking of what to say. Figuring it didn't really matter and she would find out sooner or later, he nodded. "Harry….did the two of you, you know…do anything?" A surprised looked came to Harry's face.
"No! Of course not!" He said quickly, trying to convince her. She peered at him intently and he started fidgeting. "Well…err….It, uh….depends on what you mean by 'anything'……" Hermione's stare intensified.
"Haarrrryyyyyy…..what did you do?" She asked suspiciously. Harry stuck his hands out in front of himself defensively.
"Hey! I didn't do anything." She looked at him in disbelief.
"Cough it up Harry. What happened?" He looked down with a small blush on his face.
"Um, well….you see, she, uh…kinda….kissed me." Hermione looked slightly shocked, but that look was replaced with a contemplative one.
"But you two could barely tolerate each other for the past two weeks. What happened?" Harry looked back up but avoided her eyes.
"Let's just say: You were right….I should have apologized…." Hermione looked at him in disbelief. Then, she smiled widely.
"I see." Then, she looked at him half seriously and half amused. "So, what are you going to tell people when they start asking about it?" Harry looked confused.
"What? What you mean? Ask about what?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Come on Harry. I wasn't the only one who noticed how you two were acting. You were actually being nice to each other. What's more, if you weren't looking at her, she was looking at you, and for your information, it was exactly subtle either." Harry gulped. He didn't think it was that obvious. Then, he remembered something else she had said.
"Wait, what do you mean she was looking at me?" he asked. Hermione sighed.
"It's just like I said. It's like Bill didn't exist. She was completely ignoring his looks and was totally focused on you. I think she was trying to be discrete, but she was almost worse than you." She said matter-of-factly. Harry let his mouth hang open, but then he closed it and let a silly smile come to his face, though it did look somewhat menacing due to his fangs. Hermione peered at him. "Wait, Harry…you don't…like her do you?" Harry blushed again. Looking around nervously, he nodded slightly to her. It wasn't like she, unlike some people he knew, would black mail him about it.
"Yeah, yeah I do…." He said quietly. She studied him for a few moments.
"Is it anything like it was with Cho?" Hermione asked skeptically. Harry froze.
'Is it?' he asked himself. Not being able to answer right away, he began to evaluate his feelings. 'With Cho, it was like….like I just wanted to impress her or do whatever to get her…' he thought. 'With Fleur….it's as if I just want her to be happy.' He started to think about the specifics of his feelings. 'I know that I would most likely do anything for Fleur. I have no problem admitting that now, but what about Cho? Would I have done anything for her happiness?' As he thought of this, he came to the conclusion that he wouldn't. He couldn't explain it, but Cho felt like a trophy he had to have. Fleur felt more like a person that he wanted to make happy. With that in mind, he answered Hermione.
"No. It's nothing like with Cho. It's like…like…." He tried to find the words to explain it. "Like Cho was a trophy, but Fleur is a person….if that makes any sense…" Hermione sighed and nodded. Harry frowned. "What's with the sigh?"
"It's just….how can you be sure she isn't using her veela powers?" She said simply. Harry looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she's part veela. She could have her own agenda or be working for someone to get to you. She did show up rather suddenly. How do we know she isn't using her powers on you to lure you into something?" Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Have you thought this for a while? Or did it just now come to you?" He asked shortly.
"Well….I thought it was strange how suddenly she showed up, but then that was almost blown out the door after a talk we had a few weeks ago, but now….With what you've just told me, I think it's a little odd that right when Bill is leaving, she goes straight after you." Harry peered at her a few more moments.
"What makes you think she's going after me now?" He asked, his patience wearing thin.
"You mean other than the looks she was giving you, the sudden change of attitude and the fact you spent the night with her?" She said sounding dead serious.
"Ok, fine….but why do you think it's weird? Is it because you can't believe someone like her would actually look at me? Or is it because you still can get over that stupid grudge from fourth year?" He asked accusingly. Hermione looked like she was about to explode.
"It's neither of those, and you know it, Harry. I just don't want you to be tricked into something you'll regret!" She hissed. Harry's threw his hands up.
"I don't get you at all Hermione! Fist you take her side against me, then you get mad when I won't apologize, and now, you thinks she trying to set me up for a trap? What the hell goes through your head?" He nearly shouted.
"I just want to be prepared!" Harry grunted.
"Yeah, and you do that by thinking that everyone who actually wants to get close to me is really trying to kill me!" He said loudly. He wouldn't be surprised if the people
still in the kitchen would run out screaming for them to shut up.
"Harry…" she began, ready to beg him to at least hear her out.
"No! Don't even start!"
"At least hear me out!" she pleaded. "I'm not saying any thing is certain, I just want to be prepared in case something does happen…."
"Oh? And how do you plan on doing that when all you ever do is run around blaming everyone for something they haven't done and probably will never do!"
"Just calm down and listen!" she said aggressively. Harry did in fact keep quiet while she explained, but his face was still set in anger. "I'm not saying you shouldn't be near her, but if you want to then at least keep your eyes open for anything unusual…" Harry rolled his eyes and nodded shortly.
"Fine, whatever, but don't come begging for forgiveness when you find out I'm right." He snapped. Hermione glared at him.
"Don't worry. I have no intention of begging to anyone…least of all a deluded little boy." And with that, she went into the room they had been standing in front of and slammed the door.
"Ouch…watcha do to her Harry?" asked a voice right behind him. He turned to face a grinning Tonks.
"Absolutely nothing!" He said in exasperation.
"Yeah, right…that 'nothing' caused a whole ten minutes of silence which, I might add, is an accomplishment with the state everyone is in." Harry shot her a glare than sighed.
"It's Hermione…I just don't get her…"
"What did she do?" She asked. When she saw the look on his face, she rephrased her question. "Or rather, what did she say?"
"You know how she'll been all buddy-buddy with Fleur the past two weeks?" Tonks nodded. "Well now she thinks Fleur'll kill me or lead me into a trap or something!" Tonks sighed.
"I was wondering when Hermione would start thinking about that." At Harry's questioning glance, she continued. "Well, you know how she is. She gets jealous of any other walking thing that has a chest." Harry snickered. "And, it doesn't help with the way Ron oggles Fleur…"
"But why would that bother her?" Tonks snorted.
"You mean you can't tell?" Harry nodded. "Oh, wow, something I'm not the last person to know…" she muttered. "It's actually pretty obvious when you think about it. The way she gets jealous of Fleur, I mean, she's gotta like the boy." Harry's eyes went wide.
"You act as if it surprises you." Harry nodded again. Tonks sighed. "Anyways….the other thing."
"Yeah, that. So…what do you think about Fleur?" Giving another sigh, she shook her head.
"To tell you the truth, I don't know. She seams sincere enough, but she is part veela. Those things are like natural deceptores. It would probably be a good idea to keep an eye on her in any case…." Harry sighed this time.
"That's what the human book said."
"You have to admit, it probably isn't a bad idea." Harry nodded slowly. "Well, I'll be off, I'm on duty today. Catch ya later." With a wave and a pop, she was gone. Harry stood there for a few more moments before heading up to his own room. He flopped down on his bed.
'Women' he thought. 'Why do they have to be so damn difficult? They should come with a manual.' A knock on his door brought Harry out of his thoughts.
"Come in!" he called. The door opened and Ron stepped in, a chess board under his arm.
"Oy, Harry. Wanna play? It's been a while." Harry nodded and Ron walked to the center off the room. As they set up the chest board, Ron brought up the question of the day. "So, what happened?" Harry looked up.
"What do you mean?" Ron sighed.
"You know…the shouting? Everyone in a ten mile radius must have heard it."
"It's nothing, just forget it." Ron chuckled.
"Sure didn't sound like nothing, but whatever." They finished setting up the board and took their respective ends. Harry on white and Ron on black. As Harry made the first move, Ron asked another question. "So, you and Fleur made up?" Harry nodded. "That's good. I was getting tired of having to help rebuild rooms." That gave both of them a laugh. Ron's bishop had just knocked off one of Harry's pawns when Harry asked something.
"So, Ron…you still daydreaming about Fleur?" Ron looked up at him in shock before breaking into a silly grin.
"No. I've got my eye on someone else now." Harry raised an eyebrow as his knight killed off the offending bishop.
"Oh, really? Who's that?" He asked curiously. Ron's Castle moved and was now in front of Harry's bishop.
"Not telling, you'll laugh." Ron said shortly. Harry looked amused.
"Who could I possibly have to laugh at? Any choice you make has gotta be a good one…" Than he remembered his little conversation with a certain bushy-haired girl. "…cept maybe Hermione…" As soon as Harry said that, Ron lost all concentration and made the wrong move, causing Harry to put him into check mate. A scarlet blush rose up and onto his face. Harry just stared at him. "Okkkk…I think it's more the fact that I just won than the blush that confirmed that…."
"So what if it's her?" He said defensively.
"Well, I never would have guessed, what with the way you two argue all them time." Ron blushed even deeper. "Why do you always start arguments?" Ron looked away.
"Cause I think it's fun…" he said sounding a more than a little annoyed.
"Have you at least told her?" Ron shook his head frantically.
"No, of course not! She'd kill me!" Harry looked at his friend with a small amount of amusement showing on his face. The two began cleaning up the chess set.
(A/N: I know, it was a short game. Don't ask)
"Maybe not." Harry said. "Who knows, she might like you too." He didn't know if that was true, but from what Tonks said, he figured there was a pretty big chance it was.
"You think?" Ron asked looking hopeful. Harry shrugged.
"Could be, but either way, you won't get anywhere if you don't tell her. And who knows….if you don't, any chance you had could just slip away…." Ron's face fell.
"But what if she rejects me?" Harry sighed.
"I don't know what to say for sure, but there are others out there." Ron nodded slightly. "What will you do?" he asked as Ron stood up with the chess set.
"I don't know, but I'll give it more thought…" He turned to walk out of the room, but Harry's voice stopped him.
"Wait a sec. You said you don't daydream about Fleur anymore, but why do you still stare?" Ron turned his head back to Harry, a small, amused smile on his face.
"It's gotta be the veela juice." And with that, he left. Harry couldn't help but smile at that last comment.
The rest of the day past smoothly. Lunch was nothing special, in fact, it could be called dull. Hermione was all but ignoring Harry, not that he was complaining. Fleur was trying her best to ignore Bill, but Harry could see that he was getting to her again. Ron was unusually happy, but would blush every time he looked at Hermione. It seemed that everyone except Hermione noticed this and Harry couldn't help but laugh about it.
Dinner went about the same as lunch, except with more people. Those who worked at the ministry would fill them in, but in Harry's opinion, it wasn't anything worth listening to. Halfway through dinner, Harry had zoned and it was only when Tonks nudged him and winked that he realized he had been staring at Fleur. Then again, that wasn't really surprising considering he was thinking about what Hermione had said to him.
Currently Harry was lying in his bed, staring up at his ceiling and reflecting on another day of dullness. When they had left the dinner table, Ron had pointed out that Fleur was looking at Harry a lot. Luckily, it seemed he hadn't noticed Harry looking back at Fleur. Harry sighed. Was Hermione right? Was Fleur really leading him into a trap? Or was she really what she appeared? Shaking his head, he rolled over. His back was now facing the door.
'It's too fuckin' confusing.' He thought. Half an hour later, he was asleep.
Harry was running through a city. He knew he was chasing something, but he didn't know who, or what, it was. His legs were carrying him much faster than any normal human would be to run.
His senses were honed and, at the moment, the sweet smell of fear filled his nostrils. His enhanced hearing could hear the frantic beating of his victim's heart. Wait…victim? Yes….The person he was chasing was his victim. He was within a few yards of the person. His target, a young woman in her late teens, turned and screamed just as Harry pounced. He landed right in front of her and, grabbing her shoulders, pushed her to the ground. Deciding to have a little fun before the kill, his hands started tracing veins through her body. Choosing a tender spot on her wrist, he bent down and sunk his fangs, which had enlarged at the promise of blood, into her pale skin. She let out a wail of pain a soon as the oversized canines pierced her wrist.
The sweet taste of blood flooded his mouth as he sucked at her wrist. Removing his mouth from her wrist, he next chose a spot just above her right breast and repeated his actions, drawing another howl of pain. His sense of taste was being overloaded with the night creature's honey. Once again, he withdrew his mouth, and traced her veins, this time choosing the spot where the shoulder met the neck. He couldn't help but bask in the joys of playing with your pray. This time when he removed himself, he gave her one of his most evilly playful smiles.
"Let's end this little playtime." He whispered joyfully, his voice smooth. If possible, her fear multiplied ten fold.
"God, please don't do this!" she pleaded. Harry threw back his head and let out an amused bark.
"God! God, my dear, has nothing to do with this." She looked even more fearful.
"Please…spare me….If you don't god will take your soul." She said, trying to sound threatening. Instead, it came out like a fearful whimper. Harry once more threw his head back and laughed. He couldn't help it. It was just so god damn funny.
"I believe you are confused my dear. In order to have your soul taken, you must have one to begin with." He gave her one last look. Her face, which had previously been hidden in the night, became visible as a sudden light passed over it. Harry tried to hide his momentary shock. Something about that face…that perfect, flawless face, had been familiar. Getting over that shock and pushing the thought into the deep, unreachable recesses of his mind, he bent down for the final bite. Before he could even come within six inches of her neck, he felt a searing pain in his back. Turning suddenly, he was faced with six men and a priest, all standing beside a large light. Each man held a large, wooden stake. The priest was armed with a silver, almost luminescent, cross.
"Step back beast!" Screamed one of the men. The priest held up his hand, effectivly silencing him.
"Finally, the lord has led us to the devil…" the priest mused quietly, a small smile on his face. Harry growled.
'Damn light! Why must everyone know the weaknesses…' he thought angrily.
"Step back from the girl and claim your punishment." Harry locked eyes with the priest.
'Never. My prey is mine!' Harry shoved this thought as violently as he could into the priest's head. Said priest staggered backwards a few steps, a grim smile on his face.
"So be it…." He held up his hand. Harry, despite the pain from the light, turned to the petrified girl.
"Now be a good prey and stay there. I'll be right back to finish our business." Harry said. Seeing her eyes dart back and forth frantically, presumably trying to plan an exit. "After all, if you ran, I would have to spend twenty more seconds hunting you down again." And with that, he stood up, wincing slightly in pain. He turned to face the group and, with a sadistic smile, disappeared from sight.
"He ran! I can't believe the coward ran!" Shouted one of the men. He was met with calls of agreement, but the priest remained silent. Suddenly…..
"Scatter!" He called out desperately, the crowd's confused looks cost them the time they needed to get away. Harry landed in front of the man who shouted.
"For calling me a coward, you get to die first!" He said in a sickeningly pleasant voice as he reappeared. He grabbed the man's neck with one hand and, with the other, ripped his head off, letting the blood flow into his mouth. Feeling a sudden stabbing pain in his shoulder, Harry spun around to face a man who had just struck with his stake.
"Idiot, it's the heart, not the arm!" Harry shouted angrily, not at all happy that he had to spend his time killing worthless idiots. He ripped off the man's arms and sent him flying into another man. Feeling another stabbing pain, he reached back to find a stake embedded in his back. Letting out another growl, he spun…only to find that offender #2 had moved. Unfortunatly for Harry, this mistake was fatal. Next thing he knew, he was being assaulted by stakes from all directions. He shrieked in pain. Suddenly…it stopped. Only to be replaced with a whole new kind of pain.
"Return to hell demon!" Shouted the priest, clearly not happy with the death of two of his men. The cross he held was practically in Harry's face. He screamed, his back arching and limbs flailing at the maddening pain. It was driving him insane…well, more than he already was. Just as the priest shoved the cross right into his chest, Harry felt darkness overtake him.
" 'Arry!" Shouted a frantic (and fearful) voice. Harry was in his bed…sort of. His back was arched in pain, and his limbs were flailing around him….just like in his dream. The pain was so intense, Harry could hardly think, much less recognize the voice. Even though he could hardly think, he could sense that his Vampiric blood had emerged, turning him into the beast that had fought Malfoy, though still trying to gain complete control of him. He could feel blood flowing from him, yet he didn't know from where. He felt soft hands on him, trying to sooth him. Thrashing madly and screaming in absolute pain, his Vampiric side fought hard to conquer him and was doing well enough to leave Harry crimson eyed, pointy eared and fanged.
Harry's form, still thrashing, fell off his bed and onto the floor, throwing the person holding him. As the mental and spiritual fight went on, it also took the form of a physical fight. Trying to rid himself of the pain, or at least dull it, Harry, with his enlarged fingernails, started clawing at his face. He felt hands on him, but that only made him fearful. He started thrashing even more, trying to get them away from him. Didn't they understand that he was dangerous?
"Help me, I can't control him!" shouted a male voice. More hands joined the first set, trying to tame his thrashing form.
'They-have-to-get-away!' he thought through the pain. Arching his back again, he let off a powerful shockwave of dark energy, violently throwing everyone away from him. Finally, he was just barely able to stand up, nearly collapsing again in the process. Grabbing hold of the bed post, and nearly shattering it, he forced his eyes open to see forms all around him. One of the forms that he recognized to be female, tried to come close to him. He swung his free arm around, knocking her back and against the wall (A/N: Remember the super strength).
"Get…away!" he gasped out to everyone present. One of the men tried to come close again, but was prevented by another swing of Harry's arm. "I…can't…hold it…much longer…." His hand finally shattered the bed pole. The pain started to subside somewhat, but the mad struggle for control only intensified. He slumped over and shot out an arm to brace himself on the bed.
"Everyone out!" shouted the man. Two other forms moved towards the door, but the man remained. The women that Harry had knocked away finally got back to her feet. The man turned to her. "Fleur, you too, get out of here!" He shouted desperately.
"No…" she said quietly, yet clear enough for both of them to hear. Something akin to rage shot through Harry. It was Fleur he had knocked away and into the wall! Harry growled.
"Fleur….get...out of…here…" he gasped out. He was weakening, losing the struggle. Not knowing how long he could hold on, he tried to persuade them to leave. "Both of…you…leave! Now!" He barked, revising himself. Sirius hesitated and Fleur took a step towards him. "I'm…losing. I can't…keep it up…" he breathed out sadly, voice laced with pain.
When Fleur was within three feet of him, his hand shot out again.
"Move!" Harry screamed out desperately to her, unable to control his arm. She didn't, she stood her ground….and was hit. Harry was able to snatch enough control to keep her from flying into the wall again, but he couldn't prevent her from flying a few feet and landing in a heap on the ground. Sirius paled and Harry shrieked in pain. Not physical, but emotional. She had purposely taken the hit.
Harry slumped to the ground. He grabbed his head and, still screaming, dug his nails into it, drawing more blood. Fleur, finally getting back to her feet, walked carefully over to Harry, trying her best to ignore the pain in her stomach from the first hit. She reached out a hand and gently placed it on his shoulder. It took all of his control to keep himself from lashing out again.
"Get away from me!" He screamed again. Instead of knocking her down again, he swiped her hand away.
"Fleur…" Sirius called out carefully, not exactly sure what he should do.
"Leave." She said shortly and assertively, keeping her eyes on Harry. Sirius hesitated again but, casting them a nervous glance, he backed up towards the door.
"I'll leave, but only to call Dumbledore…" and he left. Fleur knelt and brought her hand up to grabbed Harry's face. He once again struggled to contain himself. She forced his face up to look at her with his crimson eyes. He fought the urge to strike her….bite her even.
Fleur was battered, as well she should be after getting hit by a hand with inch and a half long nails and being thrown against the wall. Her nightclothes were tattered and torn in places. There were several rips across her stomach from the first hit. Blood soaked the surrounding area. A burst of rage shot through Harry, causing himself to loose focus and give ground. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it from his face. Lunging forward, he knocked her off balance, causing her to fall backwards onto the floor again, Harry on top of her, pinning her down.
"You should have left!" He snarled. Instead of responding, she just stared calmly into his eyes, determined not to let her pain show…for his sake. Harry, free of pain and spurred by a sudden burst of rage, brought up his hand and punched down. Though he was losing more and more control, he still had enough to force his hand to the side, missing Fleur's face by mere inches. She didn't even wince. "Why didn't you leave!" he screamed.
"Because I swore I wouldn't. Do you still have enough humanity left to remember that?" She asked still sounding calm, though on the inside she was terrified…not for herself, but for him. Harry growled. Bringing a hand up, he traced her veins, just like he did in his dream. This one, rage inspired action was enough to bring everything in himself to a halt. This was familiar….too familiar.
'Think…' the still human side of himself begged. 'You have to think. Where have you seen this?' That was when it happened. It was her. Fleur had been the girl in his dream, but in his dream, she was afraid. "No…" he whispered in horror. He knew the girl had been familiar. Fleur's eyes widened in shock, the first emotion she had shown through this ordeal.
'It's just like it….the girl…tracing the veins, but I…I enjoyed it!' he was now so horrified that the demon trying to control him was almost completely driven out, not being able to stand the strength of the emotion. He brought a hand up, clutching his face. His ears returned to normal. His hands, Fleur noticed, were becoming more human, losing their lengthened nails. Fangs shrunk back into pointier than normal teeth, but his eyes remained red. 'What have I done? How could a dream do this much?' he thought desperately.
Tears began to run down Harry's face and some even fell onto Fleur's. Harry's knees gave out to him and he collapsed on top of her, his hands wrapping around her and holding her close as he cried. Fleur winced slightly from the pain in her stomach, but still let her own arms gently circle him.
"I'm sorry…I am so sorry." He whispered sadly. His breath tickled the side of her face and she tightened her hold on him. After a few minutes of repeated apologies, Harry felt an extreme wave of weakness take hold. Darkness crept into his vision and, with one last quiet apology, his world went black.
"Kill one man, you're a murderer. Kill a million, a King. Kill them all, a god."
Idiot stupide! Il pourrait avoir perdu connaissance de nouveau! Mais se soucie-t-il ? Nooooooooo ... alors il m'accuse d'essai de le tuer! Et la voie il a ri de moi ? ARG!
Stupid idiot! He could have passed out again! But does he care? Nooooooooo...then he accuses me of trying to kill him! And the way he laughed at me? ARG!
Spectacle stupide de
Stupid show off
'Je ne veux jamais permettre à ce sentiment d'aller'
I never want to let this feeling go.
This passage is not mine. I found it on the net and I claim no ownership.
A/N: Before anyone asks about why Harry didn't notice the men coming up behind im in the dream, it was because A) it's a dream, and B) he was too caught up in the kill. And as for the light not killing him suddenly, A) Can you say son of Dracula…technically? B) It was a dream, C) Even if full vamp in dream, still only half vamp. Light don't kill in reality.
There were some other things I meant to explain, but I forget. I tried to do better with my explanations for why people didn't notice something or something happening suddenly, buuttttt…..rest assure, in this chap, there is a reason for everything. Anyways, hope you liked the little vamp thingy I did in the end….don'tcha just love cliffhanger?;) I'll try to get the trip back to Hogwarts in next chap. Hope you all like this one as much as I did…sorta. It was cheesy, I know, and I may have rushed it a bit, buttttt…... If anyone has questions, feel free to ask. If you want an answer ASAP, my AIM screen name is the same as my pen name.