Yay new story!
- this is a crossover! it is harry potter crossed with the carpathian series.
-This starts before Dark Celebration, but I decided that a few things had to be tweaked... like the fact that when I started this, I forgot that Francesca and Gabriel had a baby so I decided to write her out of the story. This change is important because they are main characters.
-In Harry Potter it starts the summer after fifth year. Usually I like the stories where Sirius lives, but in this case it works better for him to stay dead. That's rather sad. Will not go into detail about Hogwarts in any chapter and he actually is only their briefly later on.
-disclaimer: I wish that i owned these both, but that privilege belongs to J.K. Rowling and Christine Feehan.
-Mentions of abuse and vague mentions of rape
-I don't like Dumbledore and in my story Harry doesn't either. He is not friends with Ron or Hermionie
-pairings: Gabriel/Francesca, Skylar/Dimitri, Harry/?(WILL BE SLASH! DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!) all other pairings are the same as in the books and I don't feel like listing them.
-that's all of my chatter. On with the story!
Harry sat staring blankly out the window of the smallest bedroom of number four privet drive. His expression was carefully devoid of all emotion and he only blinked when his eyes burned painfully.
He remained unmoving when the door of his bedroom crashed open and his enraged uncle came stomping in.
He made no response when the man grabbed him and threw him against the far wall. He didn't make any sound as his uncle beat him bloody.
This treatment was nothing new for Harry Potter... it was the same every time he returned from Hogwarts, he would be escorted back by his enraged uncle before getting all of his things thrown in the cupboard under the stairs. Then he was dragged up the stairs to Dudleys second bedroom and beaten due to his 'Freakishness'. Then he would cook a perfect meal for their dinner and be forced to watch them eat it, while not eating himself. After he watched them eat he would be locked in his room and made to wait for the next morning, when he was given more chores than humanly possible to complete before Vernon returned. When he failed he was locked in his room and made to await punishment... then make dinner. The same thing every day.
It was a simple enough cycle... but it got old really fast.
He had been here for just over a month and was completely covered in bruises of all stages of healing, welts, and oozing cuts. He looked awful and it hurt to do his chores as they tweaked his broken bones. His right arm had been snapped in two places and his left leg in one. Those coupled with several broken ribs made it hard to get out of the hard bed, let alone wash every window of the house without using a ladder.
It hurt to move,to breath, but he had to. if he failed in his tasks he would get worse than several broken limbs... and that was to be avoided at all costs. harry stood after his uncle left the room and hobbled down the stairs to cook dinner.
Wind was blowing gently through the trees, creating a relaxed almost calm atmosphere. It was a quiet night... almost to quiet to be normal.
They had been in London for well over a month and the strange atmosphere had been the same every night since the beginning of June. Gabriel wanted to know why. He and Francesca had been researching the qualities in the soil around and in London, trying to discover how far the contamination was spread. But this was important, this disturbance.
He knew that Francesca could sense something off in the area, but also that she wasn't sure where or what. The previous rising they had agreed to investigate. Tonight they would know what it was.
Silently, a pair of owls soared across the night sky, searching for the source of the unusual disturbance that spread throughout the area. They followed it for about a half hour, out of London and to Surry. They eventually came to the ordinary, boring street of Privet Drive.
They both cringed inwardly at the disgusting sameness of the street as they landed outside of number four. They returned to their natural forms but said nothing. After a moment of scanning the area,they dissolved into mist and entered the house.
Harry knew that something was different that night, but he didn't know what. it grated on his already frayed nerves to have to wonder what was going on.
It wasn't .. evil... it was almost worried... gentle. Harry frowned. Who would worry about him? A useless freak who got everybody he cared about killed. But still the aura lingered. It didn't go away with time. It simply waited.
So he sat on his small, hard cot and waited for the inevitable arrival of his uncle. iI was just about 8:45 when the man returned from the pub he had gone to with friends. Needless to say, he came back teen hated when Vernon got drunk because he always wanted to be... repaid... for his kindness. And lately that was happening more and more often.
Harry felt his spine tense as the man started thundering his way up the stairs.
Gabriel and Francesca knew something bad was going to happen when they saw the small boy tense. The boy didn't move or say anything, but that slight tensing was a dead give-away if someone knew how to look properly.
The loud steps drew closer and they anxiously waited to see what would happen. Normally they would just look into his mind to find out but the boy had powerful shields in place. Multiple locks clicked out of place and the door opened slowly. The two pairs eyes widened when they saw the extreamly obese man stumble almost blindly into the room. His face was red from the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed, but despite that he appeared to know what he was doing.
They looked back to the boy and saw no change in his posture, like this was a common occurense.
Harry said and did nothing as his 'uncle' entered the small room. He knew from experience that if he did anything it would be worse than normal.
"Boy..." Vernon growled menacingly and he finally turned away from the window to face the man. No words were needed and he stood silently and faced the much larger man. "You did not finish your chores again." It was a statement, not a question. Truth be told he actually had finished... until Dudley tracked mud through the kitchen on purpose after Harry had been sent to his room. But he knew better than to argue.
"Well? You know the punishment for not finishing." Harry nodded before removing his shirt and laying face-down on the bed. He felt the anger in the lingering presence spike when Vernon pulled an old, well-used whip off of a hook by the door.
And then the large man froze cold. Harry hesitantly raised his head and looked around distrustfully. His eyes narrowed on the corner next to the desk. Something was there.
Gabriel watched in avid fascination as the boys eyes narrowed on their exact location. He knew they were there. But how?
'He is aware of us.' He sent to Francesca, though she already knew that.
'But how? No human with supernatural powers has ever sensed one one us before.'
'We could ask him.' He suggested after a moments pause.
'We could... How do you suppose he will react?'
'It is hard to say.'
'Well then, let us show ourselves and hope it goes alright.'
Harry watched the corner apprehensively. He had his senses compleatly flared and could hear a silent conversation, though he didn't understand any of it... it was in French.
Cautiously he stood, and with narrowed eyes, approached the corner. He was only slightly surprised when two stunningly beautiful figures appeared before him. They were the same, yet also compleatly different.
The man was tall at six foot five and radiated power. His eyes were a piercing black, rather reminiscent of Professor Snape, and his hair was as dark as pitch.
The woman was also tall, at five foot eleven, but she radiated compassion rather than power. Her eyes were a soft black, and her hair was like obsidian. She had an aura that vaguely reminded him of the nurse at Hogwarts so she was a healer.
Despite the physical similarities, the two looked nothing alike and were obviously not related.
After several minuets of silently staring at one another, Harry got tired of just standing their and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair.
"Who are you and why are you in my room?" His voice was a barely audible whisper of sound... more a croak than anything else. He hadn't been allowed to speak since leaving the train station at the beginning of summer.
The two shared a look and he heard more silent speaking. He glared icily.
"I don't appreciate people who speak in each others heads rather than out loud." He hissed venomously.
Francesca and Gabriel stopped there conversation immediately. They looked at each other in shock, but they said nothing through there link. Francesca nodded in the boys direction.
"I am Francesca and this is my Lifemate Gabriel. We sensed your distress a while back and decided to investigate." She said softly. "We did not know that you could detect our mindspeech, else we wouldn't have."
The boy nodded distrustfully.
"I could hear it but i don't speak any French .." He paused. "What did you do to him?" He was looking pointedly at his still frozen uncle. Gabriel was the one to answer.
"He is under a compulsion of the mind and cannot move unless I tell him too."
"What are you going to do with him?"
"Kill him of course." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and to him... it was. Francesca shot him a sharp look for actually telling the boy that. Said boy looked rather thoughtful at the prospect.
Harry nodded after a moment with a small smile.
"Good. And me?" What did these two strangers have planned for him? Would they kill him as well? Or did they have something else planned?
"We were actually hoping that you would come live with us." Francesca answered with hope shinning in her eyes and it was impossible to not believe her. He felt soothed by her mere tone of voice. They wanted him to live with them.
"Why?" He had to ask. It was imperative that he know the motivation behind the suggestion. "Why would you want me to live with you?"
-End Chapter One.
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