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  Category:
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      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling, Charmed
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      Tom_Riddle, Tom_Riddle_|_Voldemort, Blaise_Zabini, Theodore_Nott, Daphne
      Greengrass, Astoria_Greengrass, Luna_Lovegood, Fred_Weasley, George
      Weasley, Fleur_Delacour, Remus_Lupin, Nymphadora_Tonks, Neville
      Longbottom, Pansy_Parkinson, Melinda_Halliwell, Chris_Halliwell, Wyatt
      Halliwell, Leo_Wyatt, Piper_Halliwell, Phoebe_Halliwell, Paige_Matthews,
      Coop_(Charmed), Henry_Mitchell
  Additional Tags:
      Dumbledore_Bashing, Molly_Weasley_Bashing, Arthur_Weasley_Bashing,
      Powerful_Harry, Independent_Harry, new_look_harry, Grey_Harry, past_dark
      harry, Rich_Harry
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      Published: 2015-11-22 Updated: 2015-11-28 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6098
****** Broken Promises And Lost Sisters ******
by WritingForKicksAndChicks
Summary
     Harry's had enough. He's lost his parents, his godfather, now
     Dumblefuck is trying to get him to cut ties with his friends. Hell
     no. Unfortunately, he tried the Dark Lord thing and he got burned,
     making his Godfather pay the price, so its time for a different
     course of action. He needs a purpose, a new style, a new attitude.
     And he knows exactly who can help him.
***** Unlocking The Truth And Torture (Harry's POV) *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry's had enough. He's lost his parents, his godfather and now
     Dumblefuck is trying to make him cut ties with his friends. Hell no.
     Unfortunately, he tried the Dark Lord thing last time and got burned,
     making his godfather pay the price, and so he decides he needs a new
     purpose a new style, and a new attitude. But first he's goanna have a
     mental breakdown and kill his relatives.
The last coherent thought I had before I felt my carefully constructed control
slipping away was 'oh hell fucking no!'. After that, everything was a blur of
pain, blood and memories. The pain was particularly potent.
In the month that I had returned to The Dursley's since the disaster of the
Department of Mystery's, I had been in my fair share of pain. Not all of it was
physical, though there was plenty of that, and I had four weeks to brew over
all my miseries, all my mistakes, when I wasn't choking in a puddle of my own
blood, and I realized how stupid I had been, going alone with only a handful of
fifth and fourth years to face off against Voldemort, and I couldn't understand
why I did it.
Sure, I never wanted Sirius to be hurt, but what could I do? And it was
completely unlike me, to rush off, and while that would be something Harry
James Potter, the Golden Boy, would do, it wasn't something Harry Potter, the
person, would do. I would assess the situation, examine all my options, then
choose the one best suited to the situation, not rush in blindly, and dragging
along my friends.
So I had been sitting on my arse like I was expected and simmering over
everything and how it could have all been avoided, had Dumbledore just told me
the truth for once. And that's when the owl arrived.
I numbly accepted the letter from the school owl, slightly confused seeing as I
had already received my list of school books for this year and my birthday
wasn't until tomorrow.
I opened the letter and slowly, my eyes scanned the very formal letter from
Dumbledore, which was as followed.
Dear Harry Potter,
It is my deepest sympathies to you that I inform you of my decision to
terminate your friendship with Miss Hermione Jean Granger and Mister Ronald
William Weasley. I am sorry, but as you know, Voldemort comes first and you
have a responsibility as the Prophesy Child to kill the Dark Lord. Were you to
complete the task set out for you, I will consider allowing you to reconnect
with them. It pains me, but precautious must be taken to ensure the safety of
others and it has become clear you are just too big a target to continue these
friendships. Have a good day. Oh, and you'll be spending the rest of the summer
at your relatives and all mail will be directed straight to me. See you
September First.
Sincerely, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Order of Merlin, First Class
Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards
Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot
Grand Sorcerer
As those words computed in my brain, I was vaguely aware of the letter slowly
burning into ashes as each breath became more labored and rage drowned out
everything, even Vernon storming up the stairs, ready to deal his nephew
another beating, and with a deafening crack, I was flooded by magic as my rage
bypassed the bonds on my magic, shattering them, and accessing my magical core
to its full capacity, there was unbearable pain in every single nerve in my
body. It felt like I was burning from the inside out, melting my organs and
then they were doused in ice coldness that made me scream in pure agony. then
the pain was so bad that I was almost completely numb, until it targeted my
brain, making me collapse, withering on the ground, but the pain was nothing
compared to emotions tolling through me.
Anger being at the front.
I snarled and screamed, shaking uncontrollably as memories past through my mind
of Dumbledork obliviating, manipulating and controlling not just my life, but
the lives of Hermione, Ron, Ginny, the twins, even Fleur Delacour, Draco
Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, who I just now remembered
I was amazingly close with.
But all of that was nothing compared the white hot agony of realizing that
bastard had erased the memories of my surrogate siblings, Luna Lovegood and
Nevill Longbottom. And London... oh my god.... London.
I couldn't even process all the newfound memories when a new, physical, pain
set in and I opened my eyes to realize my uncle Vernon was standing over me,
repeatedly kicking me in the stomach, trying to stop my screaming, and he did,
but not in the way he wanted.
With a mental push, I sent his monstrous body flying and his weight made my
door completely shattered, but I wasn't done.
With a shudder, I could vaguely feel all my physical injuries heal, even the
ones that were a decade old, and I felt a weight lift off my chest as the
spells and charms that kept me looking like something the dog dragged in melted
away.
I sprouted at least six inches, making me just over six feet tall, my sticks
and bones frame gaining at least a hundred pounds of lean muscle, my dull green
eyes turned crystal emerald green, though they shined with insanity, and my
glasses fell away as my vision corrected, my chalky pale skin turn creamy and
unblemished against defined features, my flat lips turned red and plump, like I
had just finished a heated snogging session, and my hair, which had been limp
and dead looking, grew out to my shoulders in dark silky strands, more wavy
than messy, my scar gave a throb before I was enveloped in energy, power
flooded me, making my hair fly back and my eyes pulsed AK green.
"What's wrong, Uncle Vernon?" I gave a childish giggle, tilting my head in
innocent curiosity that looked just plain wrong compared to the twisted and
dark look in his eyes.
"Now, listen to me, boy-" Vernon thundered, refusing to be cowed, but I calmly
raised a hand, wandlessly silencing him, and suddenly his wife was running into
the room with Dudley right behind them.
"Oh goodie, the rest of the family is here. What do you say, guys? Wanna play a
game?" I asked childishly, my eyes shinning with sick amusement.
"What do you think your-" Aunt Petunia began to shriek and I only gave her one
small glare, giving a childish pout.
"I've been good, I've done all you wanted, been your slave. but no more. Now,
I'm going to play" I grinned and raised my hands, forcing them to their knees
and I made them watch as I pulled Vernon up by his shirt.
"Can I borrow this?" I asked giddily and summoned his belt to me, making them
all stiffen, but even in this state, there's not a chance in hell I would ever
touch THAT.
I waved my hand and the belt was transfigured into a ten foot transfigured
snake that hissed menacingly at the three petrified muggles.
*This man is a bad bad man. I need you to do something for me* I giggled
through my conversation with the beautiful creature and it lovingly twined
around my arm.
*I will do anything you ask, master* it replied obediently
*I want you to retrieve his heart for me. I want you to track through his body,
take it in between your beautiful fangs, and bring it to me, without damaging
his hideous skin. Can you do this?* I asked and the specimen bobbed it head.
Wandleslsy casting silence wards, I watched with avid attention as the snake
darted forewords, twinning around the wales body and he gave a choking sob,
seeming to think it was going to bite him, and was unprepared as it darted down
and into his pants.
He screamed in terror and agony as my little friend slid into his arsehole, and
he screamed and twitched, encouraging the others to scream as the snake
disappeared into his body.
Seconds latter there was a wet tearing sound and Vernon's head fell forewords,
then it snapped back as the snake emerged with the huge fat and disgusting
heart in its mouth, though with a wave of my hand, Vernon opened his eyes and
choked on his screams as he seen the snake set his heart at the feet of his
nephew, who was smiling pleasantly, though there was nothing pleasant about the
gleam in his eyes.
"You see, Aunt Petunia? I penetrated Uncle Vernon like he did to me all those
years ago! Albeit with assistance. And now I have this little trophy for my
troubles. However, we're not finished" I said and positioned Vernon in the
right position to watched as I cast a wandless imperio on his wife and son,
making them stand up, looking emotionless, they looked like robots as they
stripped down naked and Vernon screamed and yelled as they began to kiss, his
sons meaty hands playing with his mothers sex, her hands touching him in a very
naughty manor.
For thirty minutes, I forced them to commit infidelity, giggling when Vernon
threw up on them and they weren't phased, only encouraged.
"You see, Uncle Vernon, this heart is enchanted so your body hasn't received
the message that you are in fact dead. Now, watch this closely" I smirked and
suddenly Petunia was strapped down to the ground as her imperius wore off and
she cried and screamed in horror, but Dudley was still touching her.
"You forced me to touch you like this, Aunt Petunia. You thought I didn't know,
but I was one of many that you used to pleasure yourself. I mean, your so
loose, anything could fit. Isn't that right, Dudley?" I asked innocently,
handing my cousin his fathers heart and watched as he shoved it up his mother
and she let out a moan as it hit her spot, making her horrified and disgusted
as she bucked, trying to free herself, and that's when Dudley slid his prick
into his mothers hole, pounding enthusiastically and with a desperation that
entranced me.
Petunia came around her husbands heart and her sons cock.
"Good bye, Uncle Vernon" I giggled and summoned the heart, levitating the organ
over the palm of my hand, and watched slowly as it sizzled and burned, making
him scream in agony for ten minutes, before he died and I burned the rest of
the body, then I turned to Dudley and made Petunia watch as I burned the word
BULLY into his skin, all over his body in different fonts of different size,
then I poured ice water into the wounds, making him scream and cry, but I just
giggled and stood over him, watched him avidly as I crushed every bone in his
body, then I set him on fire, burning away the remains.
"Please just kill me" she sobbed and I slid up to her, releasing her from the
restraints.
"But we're playing, Aunt Petunia" I complained, giving a childish pout, making
her choke on her sobs.
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-so-sorr-sorry" she hiccupped and a suddenly coldness swept
over me.
"I know you are, but the thing is, I'm not" I smiled evilly and she screamed as
I set her on fire, suddenly bored with her and I wandlessly packed all my
wizarding things, leaving the room as it combusted into flames.
I made it to the living room when the pain hit me again and I collapsed to the
ground, my body shaking and seconds later, I felt hands grabbing hold of me,
dragging me out of the house and when I opened my eyes, I was in a unfamiliar
place.
It was an infirmary, not that that was unfamiliar, I had been in the Hogwarts
infirmary more times than I would like to count, but this particular infirmary
was different.
I was stiff until I seen a face that sent warmth searing through me.
"Draco? What happened?" I asked groggily.
"What do you remember?" he asked coldly and hurt flickered up as the memories
of teasing and laughing came to mind, along with one kiss, at the top of the
astronomy tower, but then everything went dark because of the bastard
Dumbledore's obliviating me.
"Pain. I got a letter from Dumbledore, he forbid me from talking to Hermione
and Ron, I think I lost control. Then suddenly I have all these images in my
head of things that never happened... did they happen?" I whispered and his
coldness completely vanished.
"Do you remember?" he asked attentively and I knew he was asking about the
kiss, but I was too cowardly to enter that territory with him, no matter how
much I wanted to.
He deserved better.
"I was headed up to the astronomy tower for the meeting, I had to talk to
everyone about something... I cant remember, but I think it had to do with Cho.
oh yeah, I found out Dumbledore had written up a marriage contract, he tried to
talk to Hermione and Ginny, but they refused... and then it goes dark" I
explained slowly and he looked away to hide the tears in his eyes.
"Right. Well, you should get some rest, I'll contact the others, let them know
your okay" he said and I sat up.
"Dray? Thank you. You saved my life, again, and I cant repay you, but after the
meeting, I think its best I go. Things aren't as they were, with Sirius gone, I
need to revaluate my plans, and myself. I cant do that here. I'm sorry" I said
and he looked ahead steadily.
"Will you return?" he asked coldly and my face softened as I studied him.
"Of course I will, you cant get rid of me that easily" I smiled softly, eyeing
his face and trying to read him, but he was closed off to me.
"Then you have nothing to be sorry for" he said quietly, leaving me in the
infirmary and I laid back in the bed.
I need a new perspective. A new look. A new attitude. I cant be dark, I cant be
light, so I need to talk to someone grey, I need London.
***** Another Day In The Life Of Being Half Vampire (London's POV) *****
Chapter Summary
     London gets a surprise visitor after work. And no, I don't mean she's
     a bank teller or a waitress. She's a demon hunter, because who knows
     demons better than another demon? Well, technically she's half
     vampire, but lets not get into specifics...
My life has always been one form of complicated or another, but this is fucking
crossing the line...
I was one of those 'forbidden' children between rival families (or more like
rival species) but you've got no idea just how deep this forbidden relationship
went. Actually, it wasn't a relationship, it was two enemies bumping groins
when they were looking for some rebellion.
My mother was a vampire. Yep... It's gonna be one of those tales...
Actually, she was the Queen, a witch that was turned into a vampire centuries
ago. You would think she would acquire some form of maternal instinct in that
time. But no, after doing the deed with my dad, she dropped me off at an
orphanage, leaving me a bloodstone that would keep any homicidal tendencies
under control until I was five. Then I was on my own.
My father, on the other hand, had no 'soulless demon' excuse to fall back on
and he was just a deadbeat.
He never knew about me, my mother wasn't exactly forthcoming, and when I was
five, I was already abnormally intelligent. Fun fact: vampires have super
memory. And so, I was able to do some research and after stealing some money, I
paid for a blood test. Here's the thing, when looking at the blood of a witch,
they have very different chromosomes because their genes are so complex.
A regular human has 46, a chicken had 75 and corn has 20. We're all different
and our cells are all unique, no two species are the same, not even two humans
have the same DNA.
But I'm not going to give you a biology lesson.
That said, witches has 52 chromosomes and by having someone access my blood, it
was easy to match my blood with my fathers because his chromosomes are so
unique.
He was powerful and rich, from a powerful and rich family, so when faced with
his half vampire daughter on his front door step, the decision was a no
brainer.
He shut the door in my face.
At the time, I was five years old and a runaway after killing my foster mother
and I had nothing to loose, so I climbed into his window and demanded he
explain why I was the way I was.
You see, after five years of absorbing life from ancient vampire blood, I
killed a human, my first human, and from then on, I was forced to feed every
two to three days, preferably every day, and I had strength, speed and healing
properties that were even better than a normal vampire, though I couldn't
change into a bat or turn someone else into a vampire, but I could go out in
sunlight and holy water doesn't hurt me.
My father explained what he was and what I was, then gave me $20,000 a year to
keep my existence from his family, meaning he didn't want to air his dirty
laundry and admit to siring a monster because he was afraid of what his family
would do and he didn't want to risk being cut off from the family fortune.
I accepted the money and managed to rent a small apartment in his name, not
that he knows that, and saved up my money for ten years, until I was fifteen,
and that's where my life got super complicated.
Living on the streets, and being a vampire-witch, I met a lot of people, went a
lot of places and did jobs for sketchy people in order to survive. however when
I was nine, I was sent to England. I ended up in Surrey, where I met my target,
Harry James Potter, who was worked so relentlessly and was so hopeless, that I
couldn't kill him and instead took him under my wing, giving him food and
shelter, teaching him how to master his feelings, then how to turn a situation
to his advantage.
I was in Surrey for six months and me and Harry had become super close, so I
gave him a magical cell phone to hide so he could text me whenever he wanted,
so long as no one figured out he had it.
This lasted for two years when Harry was about to turn eleven and sent me a 911
message.
That was when I learned about British wizards and witches, who used sticks and
funny words to cast magic.
I worked with Harry, him sending me different books and I managed to get myself
some tutors. At fifteen I had a Master is Potions, Herbology and Charms and
sometime during Harry's fifth year at that school, I got the feeling something
was wrong, he hadn't talked to me in months, and so I went to check on him, but
when I showed up, he didn't have any idea who I was. Immediately I knew this
was Dumbeldore'e work. I wanted to kill him so badly, but I knew Harry wouldn't
understand and I couldn't risk him hating me, so I had no choice but to return
home.
A couple weeks later, I was hunting in town and I had cornered a woman. Now,
here's the thing, because I'm not venomous, I don't turn people when I feed off
them, and I'm always careful not to take too much because I only need a pint or
two.
However, when Wyatt Halliwell, the Twice Blessed One and resident Golden Boy,
came down the ally to see a demonically red eyed teenager with jaws locked on
her throat, he yelled, orbing the woman away and I whipped around, ready to
complain, because she had tasted really good, and then I leaned to the side as
the atheme came at me and it only scraped me, but it was blessed iron and I
screamed out in pain, ducking a energy blast and then I body tackled him to the
ground, sitting on his back and pinned him down.
Then I proceeded to tell him if he didn't stop trying to kill me, I would bite
him in the ass, somehow, I had managed to sound both whiny and threatening and
he laughed in my face, so I bit his shoulder and he panicked, using his force
field to blast me back and he looked ready to panic when I reassured him my
bite wasn't venomous because I was only half vampire.
He was confused until I explained how because of my mother, I have to feed a
couple times a week in order to survive, but my bite wasn't contagious and I
didn't need to drain someone completely, I just needed a couple pints. He asked
if I could survive off animal and I said only if I wanted to risk loosing
control and killing someone, so he allowed me to hunt in the city, but only if
I was careful not to kill anyone and he would do some research on me. a few
days later, he arrived and told me he had talked to my mother and found
everything I said was real, but, his family wasn't thrilled about letting a
half vampire run around the city half cocked and told me that they wanted to
vanquish me, but he managed to convince them that since I was half witch, I
could be taught the craft and be of use to the greater Good or whatever.
I agreed to meet his family and Chris took an immediate disliking to me, though
I didn't blame him since he was just concerned I would attempt to kill his
family, but me, Peyton, Phoebe's youngest, and Melinda soon became close
friends and I even dated Henry Jr for a while. thus being said, I spent a year
learning the craft as I went, helping the Charmed Ones, Second Generation
(Wyatt, Chris and Melinda), and dating their cousin, though we didn't last long
before we realized we had nothing in common.
Over that year, I was able to control my power, which happened to be Molecule
Inhibition, which was a much more violent form of Piper and Melinda's power to
freeze. They can freeze time and blow things up, I can literally freeze every
cell in the body, a power Piper had briefly when she was turned evil by this
warlock that wanted to marry Prue, their sister who had died not long after.
And my power for Molecular Manipulation, which was controlling an object on a
molecular level, expanded. This power can mean a lot of things and normally
someone can only control one aspect of the power. Piper controls two, Molecule
Combustion and Molecule Deceleration, while I have Molecule Inhibition and
Molecule Deceleration, which I discovered only six months ago and now it seems
I have another one because just now, I discovered I also had Molecular
Acceleration, which is to burn or melt the molecules of something, which just
so happens to be the complete opposite of Molecule Inhibition.
Now, its not really the power that has me cursing my luck, because honestly its
really cool, but more the situation it decided to turn up in.
Of all the fights, of every single battle, of the thousands of demons, it
decides to appear when we are raiding the new Source's coronation. Now,
admittedly, the power might have saved my life when I blasted a demon into
fiery bits right as he was about to kill me, but the blast sent Wyatt tumbling
away from me and Chris immediately left my side to check on him, leaving me to
stand over Melinda's defenceless form, since she had been knocked out by the
blast.
"She cant hold them off alone" he snapped at his brother and sent a energy
blast, making me duck behind a bolder, aware of the force field wrapping around
Melinda and I peeked out after a minute of silence and they were both raising
their eyebrows at me.
"Uh, I have a new power" I said awkwardly and Wyatt shook his head in
frustration.
"Of all the times, you had to tap into that power now?" he demanded and I gave
a sheepish grin.
"Sorry, but I cant exactly control it" I said, waving my head absentmindedly
and gasped as the wall beside me was melted into a puddle of goo.
"That's awesome" Chris whispered and I looked at my hands.
"Uh. What do I do?" I asked Wyatt and he looked like he wanted to say
something, but was at a loss for words.
"I've got no clue, lets ask mom. Your power doesn't look that different from
hers" he said and I snorted.
"Your mom blows things up, I melt them. People can survive if your mom
accidentally hurts them, so long as someone heals them. Tell me who can heal
that?" I said waspishly, feeling very ill tempered.
"Does this power affect your mood swings as well?" Chris asked and I glared at
him angrily and then suddenly the floor under him melted and he dissolved into
orbs right before he could be sucked into the vacuum of magic that began
pulling us in.
Wyatt dissolved into orbs, grabbing my hand and I grabbed the unconscious
Melinda.
"This is going to be a problem" I told Wyatt and he nodded, looking concerned,
but he hid it pretty well as he knelt down, healing Melinda.
"Yeah, well, we have bigger problems" Piper burst as she stormed into the room
and I blinked at her furious expression.
"Okay, what's wrong?" I asked confusedly
"A boy is in my living room, bleeding and saying he needs your help. he says
your going to kill him, but you'll get over it. He looks unhinged and he's
defiantly not part vampire, so why is he saying he's your brother?" she
demanded and I froze.
Harry... what have you done this time?
***** Meeting and Reuniting *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry has a emergency meeting with the others in his Inner Circle
     before leaving for San Francisco to meet up with London.
"Mrs. Malfoy, its lovely to see you again" I said casually as I brushed my hair
and she didn't look impressed, her stance was firm, her eyes hard, her lips
pressed together and her arms crossed in a no-nonsense way that I've only seen
Hermione, McGonagall and Madame Pomfry ever accomplish.
"What do you think your doing out of bed? I specifically told Draco to tell you
to stay in bed all day" she said sternly and I gave her a warm smile.
"I would love to stay, but unfortunately, Draco is calling a meeting and then I
must be off. I have a date with an angry vampire" I chuckled, making her
blanch.
"Vampire?" she asked and I nodded, turning to face her as I prepared to explain
London.
"She was sent to kill me, but couldn't do it when she saw how my, ah,
relatives, treated me and we became very close, unfortunately I haven't been
able to contact her for several months and I'm afraid she's quite angry with
me. Nut rest assured, she wont break too many of my bones, maybe just my nose,
and my arm" I said thoughtfully, making her sigh.
"Draco warned me you could be stubborn, however, I didn't expect you to be so
well spoken, especially considering all the complaining Lucius has been doing
as of late considering your person." she looked very amused as she said this
and I let out a laugh.

"Yes, I imagine I was very irritating, but rest assured, it was not my doing.
Our dear Headmaster deemed it necessary to regularly obliviate and manipulate
me. Not to worry, when I return, I do not doubt that I will have a stable plan
of getting rid of him" I said and she looked at the heavens, as if searching
for patience.
"And you must leave to do this? I'm fairly sure the group of intelligent young
men and woman outside would be very interested in helping you take the esteemed
headmaster off his high post" she gave a very sharp smile and I turned to the
mirror, studying my new image.
I looked incredibly different, with my lean and muscular body, I had grown to
just over six feet tall, with my bright green eyes pulsing AK green, my long
silky raven hair was tied back into a low  ponytail, my arocrastic facial
features were sharp, my plump lips were pulled into a small smirk, my teeth
looked decidedly sharper, a fact I had forgotten until that moment.
London, in a n effort to save my life after a particularly gruesome demon
attack, had given me some of her blood. Because she couldn't turn me, she had
been desperate, but she never imagined the outcome, no one had. I could drink
blood to heal and my reflexes with marginable quicker, almost as quick as hers,
but i was stronger than her, and while she was faster, I was faster than the
average full blooded vampire.
My dragon hide trousers were tight on my long legs and far more comfortable
than they should be, my baskilt skinned boots were such a dark green they were
almost black, my flimsy silk button up was open, revealing my hard chest and
taut abs and I had a tattoo of a snake, a black mamba, twining around my
left thigh, over my hip, around my waist, up my chest and jaws wide,
fangs glistening as it prepared to strike my neck. It was an immensely
impressive piece, with such detail and incredible shading that it looked almost
real.  
I looked very good. No more of that sickly thin boy, with hideous glasses and
limo dead looking hair and dull green eyes. No more of the boy that would bend
over backwards to please that old cot, Albus fucking Dumbledore. Even if I
never was genuinely that boy, I will never fold for someone else, I will only
respect those who I personally know deserves it. But never will I be the sick
fuck I had been the last time I recovered my memories, when I completely shed
every goodness inside me and I destroyed anyone who got in my way. No. The
world already had a Dark Lord, and I don't want to be a Dark Lord, it looks
awfully lonely and when Dumbledore is gone and dead, or simply in prison and
rueing the day he tried to make an enemy out of me, I want to move on with  my
life. I want to find love, start a family some day, I want to be happy and no
one will get in the way of that, not even myself. So I will never again risk my
soul in that way. I will not turn into Voldemort, who is simply a shell of the
man he once was. Tom had said he loved me, but he lied, he lied because he
envied my power, wanted to use me to reach his own aims and never intended on
being with me once he got what he wanted.
I cant be light, I wont be dark, so I will learn how to be grey, by the one
person who knows how to do it best: London. The half vampire with a soft heart,
who only wants to use her abilities to help people, but is unwilling to give up
her edge, her hunger, and she uses that hunger in a way that will never be
pure. She is dark, but only to those that deserve it. A guardian angel or a
avenging angle, she is exactly what I need at the moment.
Never again will someone I love suffer because of my actions. If I hadn't
gotten involved with Tom, Sirius wouldn't be dead and maybe if I had figured
him out sooner, Sirius would still be here, laughing at me and teasing me about
my crush of Draco, though I know that we could never happen because as a
Creature Veela and he has a mate out there, a mate I know is not me.
"Good luck then, because I don't imagine your friends will appreciating you
just up and leaving" Narcissa said, taking her healing kit and leaving me to my
thoughts.
I wasn't alone long when suddenly several very angry people came streaming in,
Hermione and Ron were at the front and I hadn't even turned fully around when
everyone began yelling. The twins were glaring evilly at me, Luna, Ginny and
Fleur looked ready to cry, Blaise, Theo and Draco stood at the back, standing
with crossed arms and not looking very impressed with me. Daphne and Astoria
weren't in here, but I already knew they were planning some sort of blackmail
to make me stay, not that it would work, my mind is made up and I am probably
the single most stubborn person on earth.
"Enough" I stated, my voice not raised, but the warning within my tone was
clear and it made everyone halt their actions and stare at me as I turned to
them, my arms crossed across my chest.
"You cant just leave. We need you, Harry, we-" Hermione began and I turned to
her.
"And I am of no use to you without a plan, which I cant form until I can
confirm my goals. Its simply not enough to rush in, guns blazing, so I will be
leaving. I will check on some connections of mine and I'll be back in time for
school. However, you guys need to lay low. Until I can figure out our game
plan, it is incredibly dangerous to run around half cocked" I said sternly and
they looked like they wanted to argue, but they of all people knew it would be
useless.
"What if we need your help?" Astoria whispered from the doorway,
tears glistening in her eyes and I winced.
Astoria and Luna have always had a special hold on my heart, thankfully only
one of which was here. I knew Luna would be ignoring me for a while because of
my decision not to go after Draco. She wanted me to be happy, but I couldn't be
happy knowing there is a chance I could tear apart mine and Draco's friendship,
and then there's the risk of him tossing me to the side once he finds his mate,
which I know he will, even if he denies it and says all he wants is me.
"I will be there, all you have to do is call my name" I smiled.
It was a recent victory of mine that I created using what London described of a
whitelighter being able to come to their charge, no matter where they were, and
I adjusted it, creating a spell that I cast on all of them so if they were ever
in danger and they said my name, I would be notified and I would immediately be
able to apparate to them, even through the trickiest of wards.
"Alright, fine. You can go, under one condition" Daphne made her appearance,
stalking up to me and I met her glare, trying not to let that look intimidate
me, but damn it, I had seen her in action and that glare was one I had taught
her myself.
"Depends what it is" I said clearly and all the other guys winced on my behalf.
"I want you to come back without a scratch, and I want you to figure out a way
to be happy while you plan our next move" she said and I let my lips curve into
a smile.
"I'll try, but happiness has always seemed to evade me" I said truthfully and
she gave me a piercing glare until I relented, giving her a small nod, making
her smile and pull me into a hug.
"Stay safe" she whispered, backing up and letting the other girls bombard me
with hugs and the guys clapped me on the back, all except Draco, who just
starred at me with a vacant expression.
"Well?" I asked him and after meeting my eyes, he gave me a nod and stepped
forewords into a hug.
"Please don't get yourself killed" he whispered into my ear before stepping
back and Astoria reluctantly handed me back my trunk, making the others laugh
as she removed all the hexes and jinxes, with a few nasty dark curses that made
all the guys wince again.
"Remind me never to mess with you, Tori" Blaise muttered and she gave them all
an angelic smile, making Hermione laugh and pull her girlfriend into her side.
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