Harry glanced around him, at the awaiting potions class
Harry glanced around him, at the awaiting potions class. He sighed quietly to himself and then allowed a smirk to grace his features. He looked at the potion that had been placed on his desk by Snape and then looked up at the teacher himself. Snape was scowling at him but Harry could detect something in those dark eyes. He couldn't tell what it was but he knew it probably wouldn't be very good. Harry picked up the potion, uncorked it and brought it to his lips but hesitated in drinking it. He lowered it again and looked at the class.
'Before I drink this, I just want to say that the things you are most likely are going to see will completely alter your perceptions about myself. Well, cheers,' Harry said and the gulped the potion down. Everyone waited with baited breath, and then the room around them began to alter and shift. Everyone was in what looked like a muggle bar. The lights were down low and a song was playing in the background but it was too quiet to really make it out. Everyone searched the room for the memory Harry and found him in a dark corner. Harry looked at his memory self and immediately recognised the memory. He heaved a deep sigh, which caught the class's interest. 'It is just my luck that this is the first memory we're going to see. Bloody fates,' the boy muttered to himself but everyone heard.
Snape frowned at him. 'Why, Potter? What happens?'
Harry's gaze flickered to the Professor. 'Nothing really bad, if that's what you think. It's just that you're all going to be thinking a lot differently about me when this memory ends.' Harry didn't say anymore, instead, he turned back to the other Harry.
This Harry was sitting at one of the tables at the back of the bar, his eyes flickering around the room as he looked at all the swaying, dancing bodies. He picked up the glass that was on the table and took a last sip of it, draining the drink. He stood up, taking his glass with him and wandered over to the bar. 'Vodka Ice, if you please,' the young man said, voice soft.
The bartender looked at him in surprise. 'Another one, Harry? Having a bad day are you?' There was a definite edge of concern in the man's voice.
Harry snorted. 'You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.' He sighed and took the offered glass, putting some money on the counter. 'Keep the change, Mark.' Without even waiting for the man to reply, Harry turned away and wandered back to his seat, ignoring all the people around him, even when a pretty young girl came up to him and started batting her eyelashes. Harry ignored her, sidestepped and continued to his table, even as the girl huffed in annoyance and turned to someone else. He finally made it to the table and sat back down. He didn't stay without company for long though, as a tall, thin, youngish looking man with spiked bleach blonde hair came and sat next to him. Harry looked at him, opening his mouth to tell the man to go away when suddenly the words caught in his throat. The man had turned to him, a charming smile on his face as he learned closer to Harry. Without even asking, the man took one of Harry's hands and shook it.
'Good evening,' came the purring voice from the man.
Harry seemed at a loss for words, which only made the smile more. Harry seemed to snap out of what ever daze he was in and looked at the man through narrowed eyes. 'Can I help you?'
'Probably,' was the simple reply, which caused Harry to raise both his eyebrows. 'I apologize, I'm being terribly rude. My name is William, William Merde.'
Harry's eyes widened for a second in surprise before a small smile graced his lips. 'William Merde, a pleasure. So, what do you want? Out hunting?'
The man looked shocked, before his brow furrowed in a frown. 'What are you talking about?'
Harry gave a short laugh. 'Oh, please! William Merde? That I not your most common name, though, is it? No, more common is William the Bloody. Or should I just call you Spike?'
The man next to Harry looked thoroughly stunned before a look of understanding crossed his face. 'You're a wizard?!'
Harry took a sip of his drink. 'Indeed. And you are a vampire.'
The blonde slumped slightly before perking up. 'You still haven't told me your name.'
'Harry Potter,' was the short answer but it was enough.
Spike groaned, dropping his face into his hands. 'Bloody hell, I really know how to pick 'em, don't I?' Harry shot the man a look before taking another sip of his drink. Slowly Spike raised his head and looked at the boy. 'Why are you still here?'
Harry shot the man a confused look. 'I beg your pardon?'
Spike sat up fully. 'I'm a vampire. You know who I am so you must know some of my history. Most wizards would have run screaming from the building by now and yet you merely sit there, sipping from your drink. Aren't you afraid of me?'
The boy put his glass down before turning his whole attention to the vampire. 'First of all, I am not 'most wizards'. And second,' the boy started, voice dripping with sarcasm, 'why should I fear you? Sure, you are the most dangerous, bloodiest vampire in history, bar of course Angelus. And you got your name Spike from your preferred method of torturing your victims with railroad spikes. And of course, you surely would not hesitate to rip my throat out if given the chance. So, given all of that, why should I fear you?' Harry laughed.
There was a stunned silence from the class as they watched in horrified silence the scene play out before them. Then Spike answered, glaring at the boy through narrowed eyes. 'Do you have a death wish? Is that it? That you would taunt a vampire in such away?'
'Who knows? Maybe I do, maybe I don't. All I know is that you are here, I am here and I have a proposition for you.'
'Indeed. Perhaps we should go somewhere else, though.' Harry stood, draining the last of his drink in one go before turning towards the back door. He glanced over his shoulder at Spike and beckoned him. Confused, the vampire followed.