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darth_stitchHere's the next chapter of my Snarry Vampire Story.
The Prologue to the fic is HERE.
Chapter One
Contrary to popular (read: a Certain Cranky Potions Master's) opinion, Harry Potter did not run about looking for trouble.
Most of the time, all Harry had to do was walk out the door and Trouble found him. Sometimes, it didn't even have the decency to wait until he'd finished breakfast. One would think that after defeating the late and unlamented Tom Riddle, Harry would finally settle down to the business of living happily ever after, complete with his One True Love, a passel of kids and a nice little cottage somewhere.
So all right, Harry had only been seventeen when he'd defeated the Dark Lord, certainly too young to be thinking about settling down somewhere with a wife and children. Plus, while Harry had been very fond of Ginny Weasley and adored the Weasley horde that he'd come to consider his true family, his initial attraction to her had died a natural death. Which was to be expected in the course of finding and destroying the Horcruxes, coming to grips with Albus Dumbledore's death and Snape's apparent betrayal, the real identity of the Half Blood Prince he'd so admired and the whole destroying Voldemort thing, not to mention the fact that he was still pretty much a teenage boy with a lot of growing up to do in between.
And he'd also made the rather startling (and at times dismaying) discovery that while he found much to like about the fairer sex, he'd also found himself casting a few interested glances in the males of the species. Right, like he wasn't already "freakish" enough - or so Vernon Dursley would have said.
The Wizarding World had its share of wizards and witches both tolerant and intolerant of those who preferred the same sex or swung both ways but Harry had been more than glad that the Weasleys and the rest of those he'd finally found and considered as part of his "family" pretty much accepted him the way he was. And that was more than enough for him. Everybody else could just go and sod off.
After turning down the ten thousand or so glorious offers that the Wizarding World extended to their Hero of the Century (or whatever crazy title the Daily Prophet came up for Harry next), including the offer to assume the Minister of Magic position (which was even more insane), Harry had chosen to go to Wizarding Oxford, for further magical studies.
Harry had spent most of his early student years trying to stay alive, not to mention the fact that his bastard relatives did their utmost to keep him from really delving into his magical studies. So he very much intended to make up for all that lost time.
And in the back of his mind was the image of a scrawny, skinny teenager with an overlarge nose, inventing and devising spells and writing them all down in his Potions text.
At first he'd thought he'd finally manage to have some peace but he really should have known better. Despite the fact that Harry really did do his best to live quietly and peacefully in the comfortable flat that he now shared with his honorary godfather Remus Lupin, he still got into the most outrageous situations.
Like the time he'd wandered into this pub for a bit of a drink and some music and he'd caught the attention of a certain reformed "Original Dark Lord" who would have made ickle Tommy Riddle wet himself and was being pestered by his former henchman who still harbored some delusions of grandeur and a fancy for golden rings. Harry and "Morrie" had hit it off fairly well and the onetime Dark Lord had done Remus Lupin a very great favor in his monthly indispositions in return. While he wasn't allowed to lift the werewolf curse, he did do certain "tweakings" to it to make Remus more comfortable and slightly less dangerous to life and limb. Which meant Remus was able to assume his wolf form at will and was in control of his Beast at all times without the further aid of the Wolfsbane Potion.
And then, there was the time Harry found himself the recipient of the very unwanted attentions of London's reigning Vampire or Kindred Prince. Personally, Harry preferred another Prince (even if he was "missing" at the moment) and he'd gotten a crash course in vampire slaying courtesy of one blonde Slayer and her Billy Idol-lookalike vampire boyfriend. He'd also gotten a full course in vampire politics and he and the vampire clans of London currently had a very good understanding between them, not to mention their gratitude, because they weren't very fond of their current leadership and were more than glad to have it changed.
Remus wasn't very happy with the whole sequence of events either and rather forcefully reminded the Kindred Clans of London just why it wasn't a Very Good Idea to annoy a peaceful werewolf-wizard and his beloved godcub. Remus could get a bit overprotective at times of the people he'd considered to be part of his pack as he'd lost far too many of them during the course of the long war with Voldemort, including, alas, his last lover, Nymphadora Tonks.
And he and Harry still couldn't quite discuss Sirius Black without reaching for the nearest bottle of Firewhiskey.
Finally, there was that thing with the Oldest Immortal in all the world and the whole crazy Game with the Immortals out for each others' heads and the swordfighting and that "Quickening" and "There can be only one" business. Methos happened to be the real Merlin (a name he'd taken in one of his many lives) and he hadn't been too happy to return to the Wizarding World and find everyone taking his name in vain and swearing by his various body parts. He was now currently ensconced as a Professor in Wizarding Oxford, under another name, of course. As Professor Adam Pierson, he was Harry's primary mentor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts mastery.
Quite frankly, Harry was more than ready for a vacation and some peace and quiet after all the excitement he was currently going through. He would really rather worry about his exams, instead of the fate of the world and humankind - not to mention who was going to get the last Cadbury Chocolate Creme Egg.
"Hand over that Creme Egg and nobody gets hurt," Remus growled ominously, when Harry went into the living room with the precious piece of chocolate in his possession.
"Not on your life, godwolf - you've gotten all the rest and I haven't had a taste yet," Harry shot back. He regarded his honorary godfather critically and then added, "And you're getting a bit pudgy round the middle there, aye?"
Remus' eyes glinted gold and Harry belatedly remembered that it was getting rather close to the full moon. "Perhaps you ought to invest in a new pair of glasses if you can't tell that I'm putting on a bit of much-needed extra muscle which is going to come very handy if I've a mind to get back my rightful property, my dearest godcub."
He did have a point - especially since Morrie's helpful "tweaking," Remus looked much healthier and stronger than he'd been in years, both in human and wolf form. This was going to be a challenge. Then again, Harry wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.
Harry smirked and raised the precious Egg up high. "Extra muscle my arse. Come and get it, if that pudge of yours will let you get off that couch."
Remus transformed into his werewolf form and pounced.
"If you and Scooby-Do down there are done squabbling over Scooby Snacks," came a familiar, ironic voice. "You might like to remember what's left of your manners and greet us."
Harry and Remus looked up from the living room carpet to see Methos staring down at them in amusement. He had a companion with him, an oddly familiar looking young man with sharp features, dark eyes and glasses perched on his rather prominent nose.
The last Cadbury Creme Egg had rolled up to his shoe in Harry and Remus' tussle and the young man bent to pick it up.
"Hullo," he said shyly. "That's a nice dog you've got there."
Dog?!! Harry tried to stifle his laughter as the currently lupine Remus made some odd strangled, choking noises. "Hullo yourself. Um. If Professor Pierson could remember his manners and introduce us--?"
"The young really have no respect for their elders these days," Methos sighed theatrically. "This is my colleague, Professor Daniel Snape."
-TBC-
Author's Notes: Again, much love to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
murasaki99 - Morrie wanted in again and you know I can't really say no to the Original Dark Lord and Club Denial making a cameo appearance. murasaki99 is the real author of "Morrie" - her conception of Tolkien's original Dark Lord Morgoth Bauglir, to be more precise, who appears in her story "Blue Notes" and was used with permission in my fic "One Night at Club Denial." Also much love to blue_raven, who inspires my rendering of Remus Lupin. Also thanks to tanyad for helping me jog my Muses into action.
Heh. *rubs hands gleefully and plans what EEBIL nefarious thing to do next chapter*
The Prologue to the fic is HERE.
Chapter One
Contrary to popular (read: a Certain Cranky Potions Master's) opinion, Harry Potter did not run about looking for trouble.
Most of the time, all Harry had to do was walk out the door and Trouble found him. Sometimes, it didn't even have the decency to wait until he'd finished breakfast. One would think that after defeating the late and unlamented Tom Riddle, Harry would finally settle down to the business of living happily ever after, complete with his One True Love, a passel of kids and a nice little cottage somewhere.
So all right, Harry had only been seventeen when he'd defeated the Dark Lord, certainly too young to be thinking about settling down somewhere with a wife and children. Plus, while Harry had been very fond of Ginny Weasley and adored the Weasley horde that he'd come to consider his true family, his initial attraction to her had died a natural death. Which was to be expected in the course of finding and destroying the Horcruxes, coming to grips with Albus Dumbledore's death and Snape's apparent betrayal, the real identity of the Half Blood Prince he'd so admired and the whole destroying Voldemort thing, not to mention the fact that he was still pretty much a teenage boy with a lot of growing up to do in between.
And he'd also made the rather startling (and at times dismaying) discovery that while he found much to like about the fairer sex, he'd also found himself casting a few interested glances in the males of the species. Right, like he wasn't already "freakish" enough - or so Vernon Dursley would have said.
The Wizarding World had its share of wizards and witches both tolerant and intolerant of those who preferred the same sex or swung both ways but Harry had been more than glad that the Weasleys and the rest of those he'd finally found and considered as part of his "family" pretty much accepted him the way he was. And that was more than enough for him. Everybody else could just go and sod off.
After turning down the ten thousand or so glorious offers that the Wizarding World extended to their Hero of the Century (or whatever crazy title the Daily Prophet came up for Harry next), including the offer to assume the Minister of Magic position (which was even more insane), Harry had chosen to go to Wizarding Oxford, for further magical studies.
Harry had spent most of his early student years trying to stay alive, not to mention the fact that his bastard relatives did their utmost to keep him from really delving into his magical studies. So he very much intended to make up for all that lost time.
And in the back of his mind was the image of a scrawny, skinny teenager with an overlarge nose, inventing and devising spells and writing them all down in his Potions text.
At first he'd thought he'd finally manage to have some peace but he really should have known better. Despite the fact that Harry really did do his best to live quietly and peacefully in the comfortable flat that he now shared with his honorary godfather Remus Lupin, he still got into the most outrageous situations.
Like the time he'd wandered into this pub for a bit of a drink and some music and he'd caught the attention of a certain reformed "Original Dark Lord" who would have made ickle Tommy Riddle wet himself and was being pestered by his former henchman who still harbored some delusions of grandeur and a fancy for golden rings. Harry and "Morrie" had hit it off fairly well and the onetime Dark Lord had done Remus Lupin a very great favor in his monthly indispositions in return. While he wasn't allowed to lift the werewolf curse, he did do certain "tweakings" to it to make Remus more comfortable and slightly less dangerous to life and limb. Which meant Remus was able to assume his wolf form at will and was in control of his Beast at all times without the further aid of the Wolfsbane Potion.
And then, there was the time Harry found himself the recipient of the very unwanted attentions of London's reigning Vampire or Kindred Prince. Personally, Harry preferred another Prince (even if he was "missing" at the moment) and he'd gotten a crash course in vampire slaying courtesy of one blonde Slayer and her Billy Idol-lookalike vampire boyfriend. He'd also gotten a full course in vampire politics and he and the vampire clans of London currently had a very good understanding between them, not to mention their gratitude, because they weren't very fond of their current leadership and were more than glad to have it changed.
Remus wasn't very happy with the whole sequence of events either and rather forcefully reminded the Kindred Clans of London just why it wasn't a Very Good Idea to annoy a peaceful werewolf-wizard and his beloved godcub. Remus could get a bit overprotective at times of the people he'd considered to be part of his pack as he'd lost far too many of them during the course of the long war with Voldemort, including, alas, his last lover, Nymphadora Tonks.
And he and Harry still couldn't quite discuss Sirius Black without reaching for the nearest bottle of Firewhiskey.
Finally, there was that thing with the Oldest Immortal in all the world and the whole crazy Game with the Immortals out for each others' heads and the swordfighting and that "Quickening" and "There can be only one" business. Methos happened to be the real Merlin (a name he'd taken in one of his many lives) and he hadn't been too happy to return to the Wizarding World and find everyone taking his name in vain and swearing by his various body parts. He was now currently ensconced as a Professor in Wizarding Oxford, under another name, of course. As Professor Adam Pierson, he was Harry's primary mentor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts mastery.
Quite frankly, Harry was more than ready for a vacation and some peace and quiet after all the excitement he was currently going through. He would really rather worry about his exams, instead of the fate of the world and humankind - not to mention who was going to get the last Cadbury Chocolate Creme Egg.
"Hand over that Creme Egg and nobody gets hurt," Remus growled ominously, when Harry went into the living room with the precious piece of chocolate in his possession.
"Not on your life, godwolf - you've gotten all the rest and I haven't had a taste yet," Harry shot back. He regarded his honorary godfather critically and then added, "And you're getting a bit pudgy round the middle there, aye?"
Remus' eyes glinted gold and Harry belatedly remembered that it was getting rather close to the full moon. "Perhaps you ought to invest in a new pair of glasses if you can't tell that I'm putting on a bit of much-needed extra muscle which is going to come very handy if I've a mind to get back my rightful property, my dearest godcub."
He did have a point - especially since Morrie's helpful "tweaking," Remus looked much healthier and stronger than he'd been in years, both in human and wolf form. This was going to be a challenge. Then again, Harry wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.
Harry smirked and raised the precious Egg up high. "Extra muscle my arse. Come and get it, if that pudge of yours will let you get off that couch."
Remus transformed into his werewolf form and pounced.
"If you and Scooby-Do down there are done squabbling over Scooby Snacks," came a familiar, ironic voice. "You might like to remember what's left of your manners and greet us."
Harry and Remus looked up from the living room carpet to see Methos staring down at them in amusement. He had a companion with him, an oddly familiar looking young man with sharp features, dark eyes and glasses perched on his rather prominent nose.
The last Cadbury Creme Egg had rolled up to his shoe in Harry and Remus' tussle and the young man bent to pick it up.
"Hullo," he said shyly. "That's a nice dog you've got there."
Dog?!! Harry tried to stifle his laughter as the currently lupine Remus made some odd strangled, choking noises. "Hullo yourself. Um. If Professor Pierson could remember his manners and introduce us--?"
"The young really have no respect for their elders these days," Methos sighed theatrically. "This is my colleague, Professor Daniel Snape."
-TBC-
Author's Notes: Again, much love to
murasaki99 - Morrie wanted in again and you know I can't really say no to the Original Dark Lord and Club Denial making a cameo appearance. murasaki99 is the real author of "Morrie" - her conception of Tolkien's original Dark Lord Morgoth Bauglir, to be more precise, who appears in her story "Blue Notes" and was used with permission in my fic "One Night at Club Denial." Also much love to blue_raven, who inspires my rendering of Remus Lupin. Also thanks to tanyad for helping me jog my Muses into action.Heh. *rubs hands gleefully and plans what EEBIL nefarious thing to do next chapter*
