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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
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      Published: 2017-02-20 Updated: 2017-07-02 Chapters: 7/? Words: 37726
****** Their Beloved Prince ******
by misteeirene
Summary
     8 year old Harry Potter is found dying by the Volturi. Taking a
     chance, Aro decides to turn him and raise him with the help of his
     brothers. Will Harry turn out to be like all the other immortal
     children, or will he turn out to be something more?
***** Chapter 1 *****
I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight
Yup, you guessed it, another fic. No worries, I'm not abandoning any of my old
fics. I'm attempting to post something every Sunday, and since I didn't have
any of my old fics ready, I decided to post the first chapter of my new fic.
I'm not sure on a pairing yet for older Harry so I'm open to suggestions.
Obviously I need to bring the Cullens in since I mentioned Alice, but I'm just
not sure yet if I want to pair him with one of them or not.
Please Review.
***HP
 
Kneeling down on the blood soaked white carpet, Aro carefully lifted the small
child's head and gently placed it on his lip. "You poor, poor child," he said
sadly as he watched all the child's past memories from just a single touch. It
was his gift, he could see everything they experienced within minutes of
touching them. "So much pain and suffering."
"End the poor soul's misery, brother," Caius sniffed, staring down at the
malnourished child that was a mangled and bloodied mess.
Aro licked his lips hungrily when the boy coughed and blood bubbled from his
mouth and dripped onto his hand. "Yes, it would be the merciful thing to do,"
he agreed. "Still, if only we had arrived a few minutes earlier we could have
saved him from this tragic fate." He didn't care about killing humans, he saw
them as only a food source, but he normally didn't feed from children,
especially as young as the one on his lap.
Marcus wiped the blood from his mouth as he stared down in disgust at the large
man at his feet that he had just drained. Large was an understatement, the man
was the size of an adult beluga whale. He didn't care if his meals were skinny
or fat, but the vile bastard had left a foul taste in his mouth.
"Relax, sweet child," Aro coo'd when the broken child started whimpering, his
large green eyes staring up at him with his pupils blown wide in both pain and
fear. "I'm going to take the pain away and end your miserable existence. You
have known nothing but abuse, suffering, and hate in your short time on this
planet, I'm going to send you somewhere where you will be loved and cherished."
He was lying to the boy of course, he didn't believe in God or heaven, but for
some strange reason, he felt the need to comfort the boy before taking his life
and draining him of his life giving blood. The little one was dying anyway, he
was past the point of being saved. The poor child's internal organs had been
crushed by the large human that Marcus had drained.
Aro and his brothers, along with a select few of their guard, had been passing
through a small dreary town hunting down a werewolf when they heard the sounds
of a small child crying and pleading. With their heightened, sensitive hearing,
they could hear what sounded like flesh striking flesh as the child wailed,
along with the sounds of a man breathing heavily and grunting. Normally they
wouldn't investigate such a disturbance, but Marcus had been curious and sped
off in the direction the sounds were coming from. Since the three vampire kings
always stuck together, the other two and the rest of the guards quickly took
off after him.
The scene they burst in on after ripping the door off the hinges validated why
vampires had no guilt when taking human lives. As far as they were concerned,
humans were the true monsters, not vampires. Only a monster would beat a small
and innocent child until all his ribs were crushed, his lungs punctured, his
spine broken in more than one place, his skull fractured along with multiple
other bones, and his internal organs damaged beyond repair. Vampires only
killed for food, and even then the death they gave was swift, pain free even if
the vampire chose to glamour their victims.
Even though it was too late to save the child, Marcus launched himself at the
abusive bastard and sunk his teeth into his neck, not drinking his blood right
away, but tearing hunks of meat and tendons out while the man howled in agony.
He then tore at the man's blubbery belly with his nails, ripping him open in
his blind rage and savoring the feeling of the vile human's blood soaking
through his royal robes.
Aro gently wiped away the boy's tears as he stared unblinkingly up at him. "For
one so small and broken, you should already be dead with the amount of injuries
you have sustained," he murmured softly. "In another life you would have made a
remarkable fighter, I may have even sought you out and offered you a place in
my guard. Despite everything your relatives did to you-you fought valiantly to
survive."
"Just finish him," Caius grumbled. He wasn't a completely heartless bastard, he
didn't enjoy watching as the child slowly and painfully died.
"Such beautiful eyes," Aro said as he tilted the boy's head to the side and
exposed his too thin neck. "Such a beautiful boy," he added as he leaned in to
sink his fangs into his neck, only to freeze when his cell phone chirped
loudly.
Pouting while smacking his lip, Aro straightened back up and pulled his phone
out from inside his robe. "Oh, it's the lovely Alice Cullen texting!" he cried
excitedly.
Caius rolled his eyes at his brother's infatuation with the Cullen clan. "And
what does the seer have to say?" he asked in a bored tone.
Frowning, Aro looked between the child dying in his lap and his cell phone.
"Alice wants me to turn the child," he answered in shock.
"What!" Caius raged in disbelief. "Turning children is our most absolute law.
The punishment is death for creating an immortal child. Is she insane?"
Aro nodded his head seriously. "Perhaps all the animal blood has messed with
her mind," he said with a small smirk. "Just because we are the kings, does not
mean that we are above the laws that we ourselves created."
"Our life is no life for a child," Marcus said gravely. "I hate to see his
short life come to an end, but it must be done."
Aro looked back at his phone when it chirped again. "Little Alice said that he
is extremely important and that we must turn him." Looking down at the child
who was minutes away from taking his last breath, Aro couldn't see what was so
important about the boy. Yes there was something different about him, his scent
was strange and he had an incredible will to live, but he was just a small
human child, how could he be important to them?
"He’s just a babe no older than five?" Caius huffed. "We will not make an
immortal child just because the seer claims that he is important. Her visions
are subjective. Just end his suffering, Aro."
Aro sighed heavily when his phone chirped again. "Alice claims that the child
is a wizard, a very powerful one at that. She also claims that he is eight
years old and will age to maturity despite being a vampire."
"All the more reason not to turn him," Caius argued. "An immortal child is
dangerous enough, if he retains his magic, he will be unstoppable. There is
also no way he will grow, his body will be frozen as he is now." Magical humans
normally lost their magic when bitten due to the vampire venom burning out
their magical core, but a rare few retained pieces of their magic. They weren't
as powerful as they were as humans, but they were still dangerous.
Aro placed his cold hand on the child's chest when he started coughing and
choking on his blood. The boy's heart was weakening, he only had seconds to
decide. To create an immortal child was the ultimate sin a vampire could make,
but Alice was very seldom wrong.
“I will take responsibility of him myself and end him if he turns unruly,” Aro
said, making up his mind. Alice never willingly contacted him, for her to do so
now meant that this child was indeed very special.
Hissing angrily, Caius glared at his brother. “You are breaking the law and
this will end badly.”
Aro’s eyes snapped down to the boy when he heard his heart stop beating.
Confident with his decision, he quickly sank his fangs into the child’s jugular
and pushed as much of his venom into him as he could. Picking up his bony
wrists, he also bit into them, once again injecting him with his venom.
Marcus turned his back when the child let out a blood curdling scream. The
turning process for a child was ten times more painful than that of an adults.
“The chances of him surviving, brother, are slim. His death now will be even
worse than had you just left him die of his injuries.”
Gathering the thrashing boy up in his arms, Aro stood up. “He will survive, he
is a fighter,” he said confidently. Nodding to his brothers, he took off
running for the airport and his private jet. Hunting for the werewolf was going
to have to wait, he had a newborn immortal child to see to.
Growling, Caius turned to his guard. "Search the dwelling and find out what you
can about the boy then return immediately to the plane."
Looking sadly down at the large puddle of blood on the floor that had spilled
from the small boy, Marcus took off after his brothers. He hoped that the seer
was right when she said that the boy would age, he could already see a bond
forming between Aro and the child. He had no doubts that his brother would
destroy the child if he became uncontrollable, but it would hurt him to do so.
Immortal children were hard not to love, especially for their makers, despite
how truly dangerous they were.
***HP
Aro placed the thrashing child on the couch in his jet then sat on the floor
beside him to keep him from rolling off. He winced sympathetically as he heard
each of his bones snapping back into place knowing that the child could feel
everything. The amount of pain he was in now was ten times worse then when the
fat bastard had beat him to death, and sadly the pain would last for days. He
felt guilty for turning one so young, but he trusted Alice Cullen.
Aro had been so focused on his new childe that he was shocked when he felt the
plane start to move. He never noticed when the others returned. "What did you
find out about the child?" he asked of his guard. He had taken his most loyal
and favorite on the werewolf hunt with him, Alec, Jane, Felix and Demetri. Alec
and Jane were also children, the only ones that he had personally turned
himself, and while they were young at only thirteen years of age, they were old
enough to no longer be considered immortal children, though only just barely.
"His name is Harry, master," Jane spoke up, "Harry Potter. And like the seer
said, he is eight years old despite being incredibly small."
"Probably due to lack of nutrition," Marcus pointed out. "The child is nothing
but skin and bones."
Aro nodded his head grimly already suspecting the same thing. The child had to
have been starved severely for years to only be the size he is now.
"The fat lard wasn't his father," Demetri added. "From what we could find from
school records and other documents, his parents died when he was only a toddler
and he had been living with his aunt, uncle and cousin ever since. At the time
we attacked, the aunt and cousin were at an after school function."
"They'll be in for a shock when they get home," Alec chuckled. They hadn't
bothered to clean up anything, not even the mangled and bloodied carcass of the
man Marcus drained.
"What of his mental state, Aro?" Caius asked. "A severely abused immortal child
could be like a time bomb set to go off."
"Or the opposite," Marcus argued. "He could be terrified of everyone, scared of
even his own shadow."
Aro rubbed at his face, a completely human thing to do, but he was feeling
stressed. He still couldn't believe that he had bitten a child, Alice better
have been right with her vision or else he was going to come down hard on the
Cullen Clan. What kind of example was he setting for his people by breaking
their most absolute law?
"Only time will tell," Aro sighed. "He won't wake for three more days, in that
time we will collect and store some blood for him. I don't want him feeding
directly from humans, not until we get a handle on him and establish that we
are his masters."
"He's just a babe," Felix spoke up for the first time. He tended to keep quiet
and let the others do all the talking. He was the muscle of the guard, his
strength was unmatched. Not even Emmett Cullen could beat him...at least not
while he was drinking animal blood. Animal blood weakened a vampire. "He will
respond better to the three of you as his fathers than as his masters. He has
had a master all his life, he has never had a father."
Aro's eyes widened at his large guard, that was very insightful of him. Then
again, the man was excellent when it came to combat techniques and strategy. "A
father," he said thoughtfully, looking to the child that was still crying and
thrashing.
"If we show him the love that he has never had but has always desired, he would
be completely loyal to us," Marcus said, agreeing with his guard.
"It looks like we're going to be fathers together," Aro cried excitedly,
childishly clapping his hands together .
"Don't get too excited, brother," Caius grumbled. "He may turn out like every
other immortal child and then you will have to destroy him."
Aro continued to grin, not letting his brother's negativity bring him down. He
was excited at the prospect of raising a child...hopefully a child that would
continue to grow. He still didn't understand how that was going to work, but if
he was truly magical, then magic would find a way.
Caius looked down at the child, his eyes softening slightly. He never told
anyone before, but he had always wanted to be a father. "Harry is such a boring
name," he sighed dramatically.
"I agree brother, but he has had the name Harry for eight years, it wouldn't be
right to change it on him now." Aro grinned. "But I'm sure we can come up with
a pet name for him."
"How about lightning," Alec suggested excitedly. "He has that cool lightning
bolt scar on his forehead."
Aro smiled indulgently at his childe, sometimes it was easy to forget that he
was just a boy also. Alec was only thirteen years old when he turned him, and
while he was the same age as his twin, Jane, Alec was by far the more immature
of the two.
"I'm sure after the child wakes and we learn his personality and we will then
be able to come up with an appropriate pet name for him," Marcus said softly.
"Harry isn't such a horrible name though."
"Felix," Aro barked. "Bring me some water, towels and an extra robe, we should
really clean him up before we return home. Others in the guard aren't as strong
as we are when it comes to the smell of human blood, and I'm really too tired
to be killing anyone this evening for attacking my little son."
Despite the boy's writhing and crying, Aro sat him up so he could remove his
bloody, torn and too large clothes. It was glaringly obvious that the poor
child was wearing second hand clothes that had once belonged to a fat pig of a
kid. The signs of neglect and abuse his new son suffered got worse and worse by
the second. At least he hadn't been sexually abused, he would have been able to
scent it on him had he been. Then again, sexual abuse was more than just
penetration. He prayed that the child hadn't been hurt in such a way. He was
only eight years old, just a mere baby in his eyes.
Alec gasped in shock when the child's back was exposed to him. The scarring was
unlike anything he had ever seen before, and he was around in the day when
flogging was a common punishment. He himself had been flogged before being
burnt at the stake for being a witch, and despite not remembering much of his
human life, he still remembered the feel of the leather whip cracking down on
his back over and over again. The scars were so bad that it was obvious that
the man had been whipping the boy for years.
Aro's eyes darkened angrily when all of his child's scars and bruises were
revealed to him. The vampire venom had been fixing the internal damage, but the
external damage had yet to be healed. "It's a shame, brother, that you were so
quick to kill the pig," he hissed between clenched teeth.
Marcus had to turn away from the mangled boy's form, just because he was a
vampire didn't mean that he was comfortable with seeing a child in such a sad
state." He would have made a wonderful play thing," he agreed. "He didn't
deserve such a swift death."
"At least it wasn't pain free," Aro smirked.
"The scars on his body will heal with the venom, unfortunately his emotional
scars will take a lot longer."
Raising his brows, Aro once again looked to Felix in shock. "Have you been
reading psychology books lately, my friend? You have
been....uncharacteristically smart and insightful this evening."
Ducking his head, Felix shrugged his shoulders. "I like watching the humans,"
he admitted shyly. "You see and learn a lot after centuries of being alive and
not sleeping. That's a lot of time to people watch."
"You are full of surprises, my friend," Aro chuckled. "Maybe I should make you
my son's personal guard."
"We may need his strength to contain the immortal child," Caius pointed out
flatly. He still wasn't thrilled that Aro had broken the law all because a
Cullen had said so.
"If you wish, master," Felix bowed respectively.
"We wouldn't mind guarding the tike," Alec grinned, ignoring his sister who was
aggressively tugging on his sleeve. Other than with him, she wasn't exactly the
motherly type...or even remotely friendly. His twin was very sadistic and
enjoyed inflicting pain on others. Playing with the kid would be fun though, it
was boring being the youngest and not having anyone to mess around with.
"Alec!" Jane hissed.
"How wonderful of you to offer, my childe," Aro said happily. "All my sweet
children getting along like a loving and caring family. See, Carlisle isn't the
only one whose children love and respect him and each other."
Jane turned to glare at her brother, her red eyes glowing dangerously. She
didn't want anything to do with the little brat, she hated kids when she was a
human, and she still hated them now. There was also a part of her that was
jealous at the attention the snot was already getting. She had been Aro's
favorite for centuries, she didn't like sharing his attention.
"Come now children," Aro grinned playfully. "No fighting. I'm sure our little
Harry is just going to love his big brother Alec and big sister Jane."
Never one to go against her master, Jane plastered on a fake smile. "Of course,
master, and I'm sure we're just going to adore him too."
Alec rolled his eyes at his sister, that must have hurt her to say. He wasn't
too worried, he was sure that Jane would grow to love the boy...despite being
jealous of him now. She just needed to see that she would still remain one of
Aro's favorites.
Aro wrapped the boy snugly in the large adult size robe then laid him back on
the couch. "Don't fight it, my childe," he murmured softly in the boy's ear. He
didn't know if the child could hear him, he had no memory of hearing anything
during his turning, but it wouldn't hurt to try. Only about sixty percent of
humans bit survived the turning process and poor Harry was already in bad
condition before being bit, there was a very good chance that his body would be
too weak to survive the extremely painful and traumatic process.
 
****HP
"He made a stunning immortal," Caius said, observing the small, still form on
the large king size bed, his midnight, almost blue black, shoulder length hair
standing out sharply against the crimson red silk sheets. He looked like an
angel peacefully sleeping...or a beautiful demon seeing as he was an immortal
child.
Aro's eyes were shining with happiness and excitement. He had his doubts that
the boy would survive, but he shouldn't have after seeing how hard the boy had
fought to survive after his uncle's last beating. After seeing his memories,
the boy should have died years ago at the fat man's hands. His childe was a
little fighter.
"He will be prince of all the immortals," Aro said dreamily. "Do you think he
will have any special talents, or perhaps have use of his magic?"
"We could always call in Eleazar to see if he has any talents," Marcus
suggested.
Sighing, Aro scrunched up his nose. "Veggie vampires, I just don't understand
them. Still, his gift is extremely useful." He had released Eleazar from his
services years ago, but only under the condition that he would return
immediately if he ever had use of him. "I guess it would benefit sweet Harry to
have Eleazar look him over, even if I have to look at those creepy yellow eyes
of his," Aro gave a visible shiver.
Grimacing, Caius nodded his head in agreement. He didn't understand how a
vampire could live like that, it was unnatural and animal blood was vile. He
had tried it once out of curiosity, and he had vomited all the blood back up
minutes later. It was no wonder animal drinking vampires were so much weaker.
The eyes too, like hell would he walk around with eyes like a nasty werewolves.
Aro took an excited and unneeded gasp when his son's finger twitched. "My
childe is waking," he cried softly, knowing that Harry's senses would be super
sensitive. Looking to the others in the room with him, he checked to make sure
they were ready. Of course him and his brothers would be there for the birth of
their new special childe, but he had also ordered Felix and Alec to attend. He
didn't want to overwhelm the boy who was bound to wake confused and terrified,
but he needed Felix for his strength, and Alec for his gift of sensory
deprivation. He didn't want to hurt the child, but he couldn't allow him to run
away in his panic.
Aro approached the bed and sat in the chair next to it so he wasn't looming
over the poor boy when he woke. If he retained any of his human memories, which
most newborns didn't, one of his last memories would be of his uncle standing
over him while he beat and kicked him to death. This was going to be hard
enough without making it harder by immediately intimidating the boy.
Aro smiled softly as he watched an array emotions play across Harry's face. It
was adorable because his little son's eyes weren't even open yet. He
desperately wanted to reach out and touch him so he could see what he was
thinking, but he didn't want to startle him. Right now he was probably trying
to process the feel of the silk sheet under his fingers, or the extreme
softness of his bed. Every one of his senses were going to be heightened and
extremely sensitive. Luckily the extreme sensitivity would wear off in a few
hours.
"Harry," Aro called out, his voice barely above a whisper. Harry was a vampire
now so he would be able to hear him, he just didn't want to talk louder and
hurt his sensitive hearing. "Childe, I need you to open your eyes.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
I had hoped to have Stark Truth ready for this Sunday's update, but sadly that
didn't happen. I'm very hopeful that it will be ready next Sunday though.
There have been a few whiners whining because I started another fic, well all I
have to say to them is...get over it! I know it's frustrating when you want to
see a fic completed, I get that, but I'm also a human, not a machine, and I'm
doing the best that I can. There are times that you just lose the muse for a
certain fic, or that a new plot is eating away at your brain and you have to
get it out or explode, I get just as frustrated as you do. I would love to see
a bunch of these fics completed myself.
Know this, I will never abandon a fic. I'm thinking about just picking one fic
and sticking with it until it's complete, but that probably won't work because
my muse has ADHD.
I hope you enjoy this next update and review.
***HP
Harry had never felt anything so soft before, whatever it was, it felt softer
than than the rose petals in his Aunt Petunia's garden. He wanted to open his
eyes to look at whatever it was that he was touching, but it was probably just
a dream and he didn't want to wake up and see his Uncle Vernon's angry red face
sneering down at him.
He hadn't meant to, but once again he had been a bad boy and did a freaky
thing. He had just been so hungry and desperate for something to eat, it had
been days since he had last eaten. He didn't mean to steal mean Gregory
Jordan's lunch, he honestly hadn't. One second he was staring longingly at his
classmate's cheeseburger and fries, and the next second the tray was on the
table in front of him. He should have been a good boy and offered it back, that
would have been the right thing to do, but he was so hungry that he snatched
the burger up and stuffed almost the entire thing into his mouth before it
could disappear on him. He would have gotten away with it too if Gregory hadn't
gone screaming to Ms. Baxter yelling at the top of his lungs that ugly Harry
Potter had stolen and eaten his lunch, but he hadn't stolen it, the tray had
just appeared in front of him like magic.
Of course Ms. Baxter believed Gregory over him, no one ever believed him.
Everyone thought he was a bad little boy who was a mean bully that caused
nothing but trouble and stole things. He wasn't though, well at least didn't
think so. Freaky things did happen around him sometimes, but it wasn't his
fault, he didn't purposely do freaky things. He always tried to be good and do
what he was told, even if he didn't want to do it, but everyone still always
said that he was mean and nasty.
Ms. Baxter had been so angry with him that she grabbed him by his hair, yanked
him out of his seat, then drug him to the Headmaster's office. All the way
there he prayed that the man would believe him, but of course Headmaster Arnold
didn't believe him either. He did admit to being guilty of eating the burger,
but he swore that he hadn't been the one to steal the food. His heart sunk and
he started crying when the man picked up the phone and called his aunt. He knew
that he was going to be in for it when his Uncle got home. He had been so
scared and so upset that he had cried so hard that he had thrown up right there
on the Headmaster's desk and floor. Between being upset and scarfing down a
greasy burger on an extremely empty belly, it had all just been too much on his
poor, weak system.
As if being freaky and stealing hadn't been bad enough, now his uncle would
punish him for crying and vomiting undigested burger all over Headmaster
Arnold's office. The man had been so furious with him that he had screamed and
shouted then suspended him from school for an entire week. He had pleaded with
the man not to, he repeated over and over again that he was sorry, but the man
didn't want to listen. Uncle Vernon's punishments were always bad, but during
the school year he tried not to leave him too broken and he never left bruises
that would be visible where his clothes didn't cover. Now that he couldn't go
to school for over a week, Uncle Vernon wouldn't have to hold back. For the
most part he was a fast healer, his freakishness his aunt had said, because of
that, and the fact that no one would see him for a while, he would be lucky to
still be conscious at the end of the night.
When his Aunt Petunia had arrived at the school, she had been absolutely livid.
She had tried to mask her anger by smiling through her tightly clenched lips
and using that high pitch sweet voice that she used when she was gossiping with
the neighbors, but he could easily see how angry she was. She hated being the
center of a rumor, and with tonight being parents night at the school, everyone
was bound to be gossiping about what the horrid Potter boy had done. Just
another excuse for Uncle Vernon to beat him all the more...not that he had ever
needed an excuse in the past.
The ride home had been short...too short in his opinion. Uncle Vernon wouldn't
be home yet so that wold leave him with four hours locked in his cupboard to
dwell on what the man was going to do to him. He prayed not the whip. Uncle
Vernon had whipped him good three days ago and his back still had open and
painful gashes.
"Cupboard now!" Aunt Petunia hissed.
Harry winced when his aunt hit him hard on the back of his head with her purse.
He didn't know what she carried in it, but it felt like there was a brick in
the thing. Knowing better to make a sound, after all his relatives hated to
hear his voice, he quickly ran to his cupboard and threw himself inside. He
whimpered when his aunt slammed the door hard in his face and then locked it.
He must have fallen asleep not long after getting locked in his cupboard,
because the next thing he knew, he was being pulled out of his cupboard by his
very pissed off uncle. Normally the man would scream at him for a while before
starting in on him, and ask him stupid questions like "what did you do freakish
this time, boy?", even though his uncle never believed him when he said he was
innocent, but this time he just started violently kicking and punching him. He
tried curling in on himself to protect his vital organs, a technique he learned
years ago, but his uncle was being relentless and didn't care what kind of
damage he was doing.
There had been plenty of times in the past where he feared that his uncle was
going to beat him to death, but this time, this time he knew that the man was
going to follow through with his threats. He could see it in his uncle's eyes
and in the unhealthy shade of red in his face. Uncle Vernon wasn't going to
stop beating him until he stopped breathing.
Normally he didn't plead with his uncle to stop when he was being beat, it only
angered him more, but this time he broke down and started crying and pleading.
Even though his life sucked and he had no friends or loving family members, he
still didn't want to die. His aunt had once told him that freaks like him went
to hell when they died, and that in hell they were tortured everyday and thrown
into huge pits of fire. He had been terrified of fire ever since his uncle
purposely set his hair on fire when he was five, he didn't want to be tossed in
pits of fire.
When his uncle kept on beating him, he started praying that someone would help
him. His prayers had never been answered before, not in the past when his uncle
had been hitting him or when he had gone for days without food and he prayed
for just a tiny scrap of food, but he prayed that this time it would be
different. He just wanted to live.
He didn't know how long he laid there getting kicked and punched, but when his
uncle stomped on his chest with all his 538 pounds, he knew from the sickening
cracks and the blood flooding his throat and mouth that no help was coming for
him. He could no longer breath good or move his body, all he could do was lay
there choking on his blood as his uncle continued to rain punches and kicks
down on him.
He must have blacked out because one second he was staring up at his uncle's
livid red face, and the next he was looking up at a beautiful man with blood
red eyes. He should have been scared, as far as he knew only demons had red
eyes, but the man was talking softly to him and was looking down at him with
sadness in his red eyes. He tried to talk to him, to plead with him to save
him, but he couldn't breath and, when he opened his mouth, more blood spilled
out.
He could see that the man was talking and that there were other beautiful
demons with red eyes staring down at him too, but he didn't want to take his
eyes off of the demon that was caressing his face. He had never before been
touched with such kindness and he never wanted it to end. Was this the demon
that was going to drag him down to hell? How could someone so beautiful and
kind be a demon from hell?
He kept his eyes unblinking on the demon until blackness started creeping in.
He could no longer see anything or feel his body...he wasn't even in pain
anymore. Not having the energy to fight anymore, he gave in and let himself go.
Maybe the red eyed man wasn't a demon, maybe he was a beautiful angel coming to
take him to his mommy and daddy in heaven. That would be nice, he would like
that a lot.
Pain! Pain unlike anything he ever experienced before coursed through his body.
He had lived intimately with pain for as far back as he could remember, but he
had never experienced pain like this before. Maybe the beautiful, red eyed man
had been a demon after all, only a demon could make his blood feel as though it
were on fire. He tried to think about something else to help block out the
pain, but nothing he thought about worked.
For the first time ever he wanted to die. Death had to be better than this kind
of pain. He begged and pleaded for it to end, this was worse than all his
uncle's beatings all rolled into one.
***HP
"Harry my beautiful childe, I need you to open your eyes."
Harry tried to block out the voice that was calling him. For the first time
ever that he could remember he wasn't in any kind of pain. His throat felt
strange and he was hungry, but the rest of him felt wonderful. He was pretty
sure he had to be dreaming, and if he was, he never wanted to wake up again.
"I know you can hear me, childe," Aro chuckled softly. "You can open your eyes
now, you're safe."
Scrunching his face up, Harry turned his head away from the voice. Why couldn't
he be left alone? He knew as soon as he opened his eyes that the pain would
come slamming back into his body. Right now he was pain free and comfortable
and he never wanted to lose that feeling.
"Look at you, my stubborn little boy." Aro said warmly. It was strange,
normally newborns woke instantly, their need to quench their thirst overriding
everything else, but Harry had been awake for a few minutes now, and yet he
still refused to open his eyes.
Harry knew that he had to obey the voice, but for just once he wished that he
could ignore a demand and stay asleep. Aunt Petunia woke him every morning at
five, even on weekends, so he could cook and clean while she went back to bed
for another two and a half hours. Whimpering softly, he reluctantly opened his
eyes.
It was a sensory overload. As soon as he opened his eyes, it was like flicking
a switch on. He was bombarded with multiple smells, his hearing was picking up
a million different sounds, and his vision was so clear that it was almost
hurting his eyes. He had never seen this clear before, he could even see little
dust particles floating around him.
"There's my good boy," Aro said, giving his newborn son a reassuring smile. The
child looked absolutely stunning with his blood red eyes, though he would miss
those emerald eyes that had stared fearfully up into his eyes as he laid dying
on his lap.
Harry scanned the room, taking in every detail in less then a second. Spotting
the demon-angel man sitting beside his bed, he launched off the bed and flew
across the room until his back slammed into the wall. Whimpering, he slid down
the wall an wrapped his arms around his legs.
"Well he's fast, brother," Caius said, his red eyes taking in the stunning
newborn. The boy had been so fast that even he had had a hard time tracking his
movements.
"He should be insane with the need to feed," Marcus pointed out thoughtfully.
Normally after turning a newborn they had to physically restrain them to keep
them from running out in search of blood. They always had a few humans ready to
toss in with them to help quench their insane need. Since Aro didn't want Harry
feeding directally from humans yet, he had a large pitcher of blood in his
hands, the smell should be driving the childe out of his mind.
"He is a fast one, brother," Aro said proudly. "Come here, Harry," he said,
holding his hand out to the tiny child.
Whimpering, Harry buried his face in his arms and peeked at the demon from out
from under his bangs. Was he dead? Was he in hell? Was the demon going to toss
him into the fire pit now?
"Should we call Chelsea and have her bind him to us?" Caius suggested.
Aro slowly shook his head no. "No, brother, I want Harry to be loyal to us on
his own." Every one of his guard was bound to them through Chelsea's gift,
their free will taken away. The twins would have probably been loyal to him
without being bound, but they had been too powerful to take that risk. Alec and
Jane were two of the most powerfully gifted immortals he had ever met, he
couldn't risk them turning on him.
"Are you sure that's wise, Aro?"
Taking his eyes off of his newborn, Aro turned to look at his brothers. "If
Carlisle Cullen can earn the respect and loyalty of the six immortals in his
coven, two of which he did not turn himself, then we can earn the respect and
loyalty of a small child who has never known love."
Standing, Aro approached Marcus and poured a glass of human blood for the
childe. Slowly approaching the cowering and whimpering newborn, Aro got down on
his knees in front of him. "You're safe now, Harry," he said softly. "You have
been saved from that vile man that called himself your uncle. My name is Aro,
and myself, along with my two brothers, Caius and Marcus, are going to be your
new daddies. You will never again have to cook or clean and you will never be
beaten or starved. You are our little immortal Prince. Come now, childe, it's
time to feed."
Harry stared warily at the demon, tensing as he got closer and knelt in front
of him. He didn't know what the word immortal meant, but he knew what a daddy
was. He had always dreamed of having a daddy like all the other kids at school.
As much as he desperately wanted a daddy, he knew that it would never happen.
He was a bad freak and daddies didn't want bad freaks for kids.
Aro's mind was blown, how was Harry ignoring the blood that was right under his
nose? He was hundreds of years old with amazing control and even he could feel
his control slipping from smelling the delicious blood. Harry's bloodlust
should be overriding everything else, even his fear of him. "Childe, I want you
to drink this for me, it will make you feel better."
Harry licked his lips hungrily, whatever was in the glass smelled amazing. He
wanted to reach out for it, but he didn't know if it was a trick that he would
get punished for for being stupid enough to fall for. Uncle Vernon liked to
offer him food only to yank it away as he reached for it then smack him upside
his head. He couldn't take another hit...please no more.
"Amazing," Caius said breathlessly. He could see how badly the boy wanted the
blood, yet he denied his instincts and ignored it. An immortal child's
bloodlust was worse than that of an ordinary vampire's bloodlust, they had been
known to wipe out entire villages in a single night. Yet here was this tiny
little boy weighing no more than thirty five pounds thanks to his neglect,
ignoring a glass of warm blood that was right in front of him. He wondered if
he would have as much control around a live human with their heart beating and
blood pumping through their veins. He would love to test the boy, but he knew
that Aro wouldn't agree to it. He wanted to form a bond with the newborn by
personally feeding him himself.
Aro had to wonder if all the years of being starved was what was keeping Harry
from attacking the blood in his hands. It was sad, but he was use to seeing and
smelling food but not being allowed to eat any. His control was incredible, the
only other person he had met with such control was Carlisle Cullen. "Harry, I'm
going to hold this glass up to your lips and then I want you to drink it. If
you want more after, daddy Marcus has a lot more just for you." They had
drained a couple humans in preparation of Harry's waking so they had plenty of
blood to last the childe for a few days.
Harry's instinctively threw his head back when the demon's hand moved towards
his face. He would have ran away and hid under the bed, but the demon was in
front of him and four more demons were behind that one...one demon was huge and
very scary looking.
"Easy," Aro scolded gently when the boy's head slammed into the stone wall
behind him. If he had been human he probably would have cracked his skull wide
open. "Drink," he ordered when the glass touched Harry's lips.
Eyes closing, Harry took in the scent of the delicious substance in front of
him. He had never before smelled anything so mouth watering. Opening his mouth,
he allowed the demon to pour the liquid in, moaning as he got his first taste
of whatever it was.
"Good boy, Harry," Aro praised. "You're such a good, good boy."
Sensing that a single glass wouldn't be enough for the newborn, Marcus came
forward with the pitcher and waited behind his brother. He was relieved to see
that the boy accepted the blood without putting up too much of a fight, but he
had a feeling that not everything would be that easy. The kid had been brutally
abused, he was bound to have a lot of trust issues.
"No!" Harry cried pitifully when the demon went to take the glass away.
Grabbing the man's hand, he pulled the glass back towards lips, whimpering when
he tilted it up and no more delicious liquid came out of it.
"Easy there, my little prince," Aro coo'd as he slowly pulled the glass away
from the boy. "I have more for you, but I need the glass so I can get it."
Smacking his lips, Harry reluctantly let go of the glass. Seeing a large figure
hovering behind the demon, he cried out and curled himself into a tighter ball.
Was he going to get beat now for drinking that amazing juice? He had never had
juice before, his relatives only ever allowed him to drink water, and it was so
good that he wanted to take the large pitcher from the taller demon standing
behind the demon with long black hair and drink it down as fast as he could.
Since Aro still had a hand on Harry, he was able to hear all his poor childe's
thoughts. "Listen to me, little prince, you will never be hit here or abused.
Me and your other daddies won't let anyone hurt you."
Harry peeked at the demon again after hearing that. "Daddies?" he asked, his
voice barely above a whisper. Had he been around normal humans and not vampire
with supernatural hearing, no one would have heard him.
Aro smiled lovingly at his boy. "Yes, my little prince. I am Daddy Aro, the man
behind me is Daddy Marcus, and the man with the blond hair standing by the door
is Daddy Caius. The three of us are going to take good care of you and protect
you."
"C-Can I have more juice please?" Harry asked shyly, not believing the man but
desperate for more juice. His throat felt like it was on fire and the juice was
helping to sooth it. He had thought about just snatching it from the tall
demon, but he didn't want to be a bad boy. It was so hard though, he never
wanted anything as desperately as he wanted that juice.
Aro chuckled to himself when he heard his son mentally call him and Marcus
demons, his little boy didn't realize how right he was. He wasn't going to tell
him about them being vampires, not yet anyway, he wanted to gain his childe's
trust first. He also wasn't going to mention that the juice he loved so much
was actually blood. Harry was only eight, he didn't need to know that his
favorite juice was really human blood.
Harry watched intently as the dark haired demon passed his glass over to the
tall demon and filled it full with more juice. With a trembling hand, he
reached out for it, a pitiful whine escaping his throat.
"Amazing control," Marcus said as he handed the glass back to his brother. The
newborn should be tearing his arm off in his desperation for the blood.
"Maybe it's because he's so young?" Alec spoke for the first time. He had been
watching everything with fascination, never having seen an immortal child
before. All the legends that he had heard had told of their great beauty and
how irrasitable they were, but they had also told of how they were evil little
creatures, quick to temper and with an unquenchable thirst for blood. This
immortal child though seemed more human than vampire.
Aro didn't turn to look at his other childe, he was too focused on Harry who
was helping him guide the glass to his lips with trembling hands. "No, I have
witnessed the birth of an immortal child and that one had woken ravenous. It
took four of us to hold it down so we could destroy it." He hadn't been the
maker of that immortal child, he had been called in to take care of it and it's
maker and had arrived right as it was waking.
Harry tried to follow the conversation, but not only did he not understand what
they were talking about, but he was too into savoring the juice he was drinking
to really worry about their conversation. How could juice take away the burn in
his throat and the ache in his belly? His belly had never felt this wonderfully
full in his entire life.
Aro chuckled softly when he pulled the glass away from his childe and blood
dribbled cutely from his mouth and ran down his chin. His sweet prince was the
most adorable little thing, everybody was just going to adore him.
Aro frowned slightly at that thought. What if another vampire or coven wanted
to claim his childe? He wouldn't allow that to happen. Harry was his! He would
just have to keep his little prince close and always have one of his most
trusted guard with him at all times.
It took four glasses of juice, but the burn in Harry's throat finally went
away. Now that he didn't have that to distract him anymore, he remembered that
he was in the same room with five very scary demons. Were the demons now going
to torture him and throw him in the pit of fire now? Was he in hell? It didn't
look too bad for hell, the room reminded him of an old castle that was once in
a story book that his teacher from last year had read him. The rooms in that
castle were made of big stones too.
Aro was enjoying reading his little prince's thoughts. He had never really
taken the time to read a child and it was quite refreshing. "Harry, my brothers
and I took you away from your mean, nasty family and now you're going to live
with us here in Volterra, Italy. Our home is called Volturi Castle and we are
now your family. Like I said before, you won't be hit or starved here and you
won't have to do any chores. You will still have to go to school, but your
school will be here in the castle and you will be taught by your new daddies
and a few of their followers. Do you have any questions?"
Harry's eyes were as large as saucers. He couldn't believe what he was
hearing...no more Dursleys! He had a million questions to ask, but Aunt Petunia
and Uncle Vernon never allowed him to ask questions."
"Go ahead, little prince, ask your questions," Aro encouraged, reading the
boy's mind.
Harry bit his lip hard, afraid that this was a trap. He was scared of being
punished for asking questions, but he was also scared that the demon would get
mad if he didn't say anything. Deciding to play it safe and ask an easy
question, he asked, "What's a follower?"
Aro understood that it was going to take a while to earn the boy's trust, it
was a good thing that they had an eternity. He had hoped that Harry, like most
newborns, would forget about their human life during the turning, but the
childe remembered everything. He had never known a vampire to remember
everything. It would have made gaining his trust a hell of a lot easier if he
had forgotten. Harry Potter truly was an enigma.
"Harry, my sweetest little prince," Aro said in his kindest and most loving
voice. "A follower is like someone who works for me. Me and your other daddies
are the kings here...we rule, and they follow."
"Oh," Harry said, scrunching his nose up cutely. "I thought the devil ruled
hell."
All the vampires in the room chuckled at that, making poor Harry hide his face
in embarrassment. "It's alright, childe," Aro said soothingly, placing a finger
under his son's chin and lifting his face up so he was looking at him. "Harry,
you aren't in hell, you are very much still on the planet earth. We are in
Italy, my brothers and I found you, rescued you, healed you, and brought you
back here to be our son."
"No pits of fire?" Harry asked hopefully in a small and timid voice.
"No pits of fire," Aro reassured. "In all honesty, sweet prince, your daddies
and I don't like fire at all."
Harry gave the beautiful demon a shy smile. "I'm scared of fire," he admitted
shamefully.
Aro smiled sadly at his son, he had seen why the boy was scared of fire and his
fear was justifiable. Oh how he wished he could turn back time and have a go at
that vile, fat, fucker that had hurt his little prince so badly. It was a good
thing though that he was scared of fire because vampires were highly flammable.
"I want you to stay far away from fire, understand?"
Biting his lip, Harry nodded his head seriously. "No fire," he said, gulping
fearfully.
Standing up, Aro held his hand out to the boy. "Come, my prince, time to show
you around your new home."
Harry stared at the hand wearily. The demon, his new daddy, seemed really nice,
but it could just be a trick. Did nice people have red eyes? Uncle Vernon had
blue eyes and you would think that blue meant nice, but Uncle Vernon was very,
very mean. Maybe blue meant bad and red good. It was all very confusing.
Aro knew that gaining his boy's trust wouldn't be easy, it was a good thing
that he had patience. Yes, he was quick to temper and absolutely viscous when
he needed to be, but after being alive as long as he had, patience was
something that you had all the time in the world for...an eternity to be exact.
Harry kept staring at the hand in front of his face. He wanted to take it, but
he had never felt a kind touch before. His aunt and uncle never hugged him,
kissed him, patted him on the head or even just shook his hand, it was always
slaps, punches, pinches and pain.
Aro continued to wait patiently for his prince to take his hand. He had to do
it on his own, he refused to force the boy. Felix had been right, the boy
needed a father, not a master. He could see that Harry wanted to take his hand,
but he could also see the fear in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, not yet realizing that he didn't need to, Harry reached
up with a trembling hand and placed his tiny hand in the demon's much large and
stronger hand. He was still scared of the red eyed man, but he was desperate
for what he was offering him. He had always fantasized about having a dad and a
home...having someone that loved him.
Giving the fragile hand a gentle squeeze, Aro smiled down at the boy that
didn't even come to his waist. He wasn't a tall man, not as tall as Caius or
Marcus, so as an eight year old Harry should have come up to at least his belly
button. Seven years of neglect and starvation seriously stunted the boy's
growth. For his princes' sake he hoped that Alice was right and that he would
continue to grow, it would be horrible to be stuck so tiny for the rest of
eternity.
***** Chapter 3 *****
I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight
I'm still undecided on who I want to pair Harry with :/
PLEASE REVIEW
***HP
 
Alec held the miniature car in his hand and flipped it back and forth.
Scowling, he looked over at his new little brother. He had been thrilled when
his master had trusted him enough with the prince to escort him back to his
room after the tour. "What exactly am I supposed to do with this? It's not like
I can drive it, I'm too big."
Harry gave the boy, Alec, he remembered the red eyed man saying, a lopsided
grin. "It's a toy car, you're supposed to play with it," he answered softly.
"How?" Alec asked curiously. He was raised in a time where they didn't have a
lot of toys, and what toys they did have had been homemade. He remembered Jane
once had a doll made from their mother's old dress. He had thought that the
doll was pretty neat, for a girl's toy, but Jane didn't like it and ended up
tearing it's head off and tossing it's body into the river behind their house.
Smile dropping into a pout, Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he
said sadly. "I never got any toys and I wasn't allowed to touch my cousin
Dudley's toys even though he had hundreds of them that he didn't even play
with."
Feeling bad for the little prince, Alec gave him a cheery smile. "Well then, I
guess we'll have to get you lots and lots of toys, ones way cooler than this
stupid car. I mean, it doesn't make any sounds, doesn't drives itself or even
lights up. Now, if it had little people that could get in the car and drive,
that would be totally awesome."
Harry giggled at the red eyed boy. "Haven't you had any toys before?" he asked
curiously. The boy seemed young enough to have toys, it was strange that he
didn't know what a toy car was.
Alec knew to be careful of what he said, Aro had warned him to not let on that
they were vampires. "Of course I had toys before," he said, stretching the
truth a bit. He only remembered small bits and pieces of his human life, but he
was sure that he would have had some kind of toy if Jane had a doll. It was
weird though that he remembered her doll and not any boy toys of his own. "I
just liked video games and cell phones more than toy cars that you have to push
around with your hand and make funny noises to make it sound like a real car."
Harry took the toy car from Alec and hugged it tight to his chest. The red eyed
demon man had given it to him before sending him to his room with Alec. He
thought it was kind of a useless toy too, but it was his first ever toy and he
was always going to treasure it.
Looking around the room, Alec sighed heavily when he saw how bare the room was.
Well, it had a bed and dresser, even though Harry would never use the bed, but
there were no toys or colorful kids pictures. "Do you like to draw?"
Harry's face lit up. "I love to draw, art is my most favoritest class in
school."
Alec scratched his head. "I don't think favoritest is a word." When the little
prince just stared at him with a small smile, Alec shrugged his shoulders. "I
love to draw too. Give me a minute and I'll run to my room and get some
supplies and then we can try to lighten this dreary room up with our drawings."
Master was going to have to send someone out to shop for the prince, kids
needed toys to stay busy and keep out of trouble, at least that's what he heard
a woman on the street say.
Harry eagerly nodded his head. "I never got to hang my drawings before, Aunt
Petunia always tossed them straight into the trash when I got home. She always
hung Dudley's drawings even though they weren't very good at all.
Alec let out a soft growl. He wondered if his master would permit him to return
to that horrible house and drain the little princes' aunt? What could the child
have done to cause his relatives to despise him so horribly?
***HP
Arms full of various art supplies, pencils, papers, paints, markers, scissors,
crayons and colored pencils, Alec entered the princes' room, chin up and
ignoring the lower ranked guard that was standing at the door. Master had said
that a guard would be with the little prince twenty four hours a day, but he
was ranked higher than the guard at the door, and thus he was beneath him.
"Ok prince, I brought all kinds of stuff," Alec announced proudly. "What are
you going to make first? I think I'm going to paint a dragon. I love dragons."
When Alec didn't get a response, he straightened up and looked around the room,
panicking slightly when he didn't see the prince. Rushing to the door, he
harshly flung it open. "Did master come for the little prince?" he demanded.
The vampire guard at the door shook his head. "No one has been in or out of
that room since you left it fifteen minutes ago."
Scowling, Alec spun back around, his eyes quickly scanning the room. As far as
he could see, the prince was gone. This was bad, very, very bad. Master Aro
would have his head if he lost his little prince. Tilting his head back he
inhaled deeply to see if he could scent him, but since Harry had spent three
days in this room during his turning, his scent was everywhere. Rushing back to
the door, he barked to the guard to fetch him Demetri.
Alec barely had time to turn back to the room before Demetri was standing next
to him. "What is the problem?" Demetri asked, his eyes sparkling with
amusement. He knew why he was called and he planned to have a little fun with
the teenage vampire. He wasn't being mean, Alec was a great friend of his, but
sometimes it was fun to tease the young boy.
"I lost him!" Alec cried. "I lost the little prince and now Master Aro is going
to have Felix tear my head off."
"That would be a gruesome sight," Demetri smirked. "Alec bits would be
disgusting to see all over the throne room."
"Demetri!" Alec cried in frustration. "You're a tracker...track! Jane is going
to kill me if Aro kills me."
Demetri chuckled at the frantic boy. "You haven't lost the prince, he is still
in his room."
Alec's shoulders sagged in relief. "Where is he?"
"Have you never played hide and seek?"
Alec looked oddly at his friend and shook his head no. "Jane was my only friend
growing up and the only games she liked to play was scare the villagers. Is the
prince hiding from me?"
Closing his eyes, Demetri tilted his head to the side and focused on the
immortal child. He knew that he was in the closet, but strangely he had not
moved since he entered the room. He didn't know kids could sit still that long.
"The prince is in the closet."
Alec's head snapped towards the closet. "Why would the prince be in the
closet?"
"Do you remember where we found the boy's room?"
Alec's eyes narrowed dangerously. "The cleaning closet under the stairs," he
bit out angrily.
Demetri inclined his head. "It's all the child knows and he probably feels
safer and more comfortable in small enclosed spaces than out in the open."
"Little kids are so confusing," Alec said rubbing his head. "I better get him
out, I don't think Aro will be very happy with him in there."
Ripping the door open, Alec had expected to find the prince staring fearfully
up at him out of those large eyes of his, but what he hadn't expected to find
was him curled up into a ball on his side with his eyes closed and his medium
length raven hair covering half his face. Confused, he turned back to Demetri.
"What's he doing?"
Demetri took a step forward, his forehead scrunching up in confusion. "I'm not
exactly sure what he is doing," he admitted.
"Hey, prince," Alec called hoping to get the boy's attention. When nothing
happened, he dropped to his knees and shook his arm. "Harry, you ok, Harry?"
Frowning when still nothing happened, Alec shook him a little harder. "Open
your eyes, Harry, you're starting to freak me out."
Falling back on his butt, Alec scurried back until his back hit Demetri's
knees. With wide eyes, he looked up at the tracker. "Aro's prince is dead. Oh
my god, I killed him!"
Demetri rolled his eyes at the boy. It was amazing how grown and adult like he
could be when they were facing other vampires, but in their normal everyday
lives he was every bit the thirteen year old boy he had been when Aro turned
him. "You didn't kill him you moron. Harry can't die because he is already
dead."
"Then what's wrong with him?" Alec cried out desperately.
Demetri's eyes flicked back to the boy in the closet. He honestly had no clue
what was wrong with him. Had the boy still been a human, he would say that he
was sleeping. As much as it looked like that, that couldn't be what was going
on, vampires didn't sleep. "You better get Aro," he said seriously, not at all
surprised when the boy was gone before he even finished his sentence.
***HP
Grinning, Aro held up the child size black and red robe that matched his
official Volturi robe. "I can't wait to see my little Harry wearing this, he
will look stunning."
"That he will brother," Marcus agreed. "Eleazar will be here in three days to
see if the childe has any special gifts."
"It's possible that he retained his magic, but it may not manifest for a
while," Caius pointed out. "Sometimes it take a while for their magic to
manifest, especially in a young wizards raised by non magical relatives."
"He was performing accidental magic," Aro sighed, "but each time he did his
relatives beat him horribly for it. If he still has it, he will need to be
taught that it isn't a bad thing."
"He will also need to be taught how to control it," Marcus said. "We will have
to find him a magical tutor."
Aro pursed his lips together in thought. Was there a witch or wizard that he
would trust with his child? "Even though Sanguine lost most of his magic during
his turning, I will contact him to see if he can recommend a tutor for Harry.
It's a shame that he doesn't have enough magic to teach our little prince
himself." Sanguine he liked and trusted.
"Whoever he finds to come here to teach the boy will have to be pretty stupid
to enter the nest of the most powerful vampire coven in the world," Caius
smirked.
"That is true, brother," Aro chuckled lightly. "It's a good thing wizards are
pretty stupid. I'm sure our friend will be able to find a suitable tutor for
our son."
Marcus opened his mouth to speak, but then cocked his head to the side and
focused on a commotion he heard coming their way. He had the better hearing of
the three kings and heard young Alec coming before his brothers. "Alec is
coming fast, I fear that there is a problem with the prince."
Alec sped into the room and stopped before his masters, his concern for the
prince was so great that he forget to bow respectively. "Master," he cried
looking to Aro. All three vampires were his masters, but he had always
considered Aro the main leader.
"What is it, my childe?" Aro asked rising from his throne. It wasn't like Alec
to show his emotions so openly around the guard and he could easily see that
the boy was upset.
"It's the prince, Master," Alec rushed out. "I left him alone for just a few
minutes to get him some art supplies and when I returned he was in his closet
unresponsive. I called his name multiple times and shook him, but the prince
never opened his eyes or acknowledged me."
"Hand!" Aro ordered urgently.
Alec thrust his hand at his master already suspecting that he would want to see
what happened. He just prayed that he would still have a head after Master Aro
watched his memories.
Frowning, Aro released Alec's hand and swept past him. "Brothers," he called
over his shoulder, "It seems that there is a problem with our prince. Quick,
follow me."
***HP
Knowing that his master wouldn't want the immortal child on the floor in the
closet, Demetri gently lifted the too thin boy up and carried him to the bed.
With a soft smile on his face, he brushed the child's hair out of his face, his
hand lingering to gently trace the strange lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
"Strange," Demetri said absently.
"What's strange, my friend," Aro asked as he briskly entered his childe's
bedroom.
"His scar, master," Demetri answered with a bow. "Your venom should have healed
it."
Aro nodded, having already seen the scar and how his childe acquired it. "He
was hit with a very powerful curse when he was just a babe. Since I don't know
much about wizards I don't know what it was or what it was supposed to do to
him, but whatever it was it was dark and powerful enough for the scar left
behind to survive my venom."
"What's wrong with him?" Alec asked from behind his kings, nervously wringing
his hands together. If Jane was here she would scold him for doing such a
thing, but he had liked the kid and he didn't want to see anything bad happen
to him.
Aro ran his hands over his son, relieved when he was bombarded with his
memories of talking
and interacting with Alec? To the human eye Harry looked dead with his dark
circles under his eyes, cold pale skin and lack of heartbeat and breathing,
even to the immortal eye he looked dead for a vampire, but if Harry was truly
gone than he wouldn't be getting visions and memories from him.
"I believe that he is sleeping," Aro said completely bewildered.
"Our kind do not sleep," Caius said, stepping forward and taking the childe's
hand. He truly was a beautiful childe.
"Let us not forget, brother, that Harry is magical," Aro pointed out. "When
magic and vampire venom meet it can have some very strange affects. Lovely
Alice Cullen also said that our Harry is a very powerful wizard."
"It's kind of freaky," Alec whispered. "I mean, I know we're dead and all, but
he looks like a corpse laying there. Why didn't he wake when I shook him and
called his name?"
"I can't answer that," Aro shrugged. "We will just have to wait and see and
learn."
***HP
Biting his bottom lip, Harry peeked out from behind daddy Aro's massive chair
where he was hiding to get a good look at the tall, thin man with black hair
and strange gold eyes. Beside the man was a beautiful woman with long, brown
wavy hair and matching gold eyes. These were the first people he had seen since
he woke here three days ago that didn't have red eyes.
He had freaked out screaming and crying when he had looked in the mirror the
day after he woke and found that he too had dark red eyes. He didn't want to be
a demon with red eyes, he wanted to be a good boy with his bright green eyes.
Even people in the neighborhood and at school who had hated him had said that
he had the most beautiful eyes they had ever seen. What will everyone think of
him now?
Daddy Marcus had been the one to comfort him after he saw his red eyes for the
first time. He had said that his eyes were red because of the special medicine
daddy Aro had to use in order to save his life. He said that the red eyes made
him special and not evil, and not to care what everyone back at his old home
thought about him because he would never ever see them again. Everyone in the
castle had red eyes like him and everyone here was very special. Daddy Marcus
also said that he looked pretty with his glowing red eyes, pale skin, and
midnight black hair.
Aro didn't need to look to know that his son was hiding behind his throne, the
boy had taken to hiding there most of the day while he conducted business. His
little prince was still painfully shy, but it warmed something in his cold,
dead heart that Harry wanted to stay close to him. The boy had practically
become his shadow. The progress was slow, but he knew that with time Harry
would blossom into an amazing and enchanting immortal.
"Eleazar, thank you for coming," Aro said warmly. He had always liked the
immortal, even if he was now considered an embarrassment because he fed from
animals and not humans. "You too, Carmen, you're looking as beautiful as ever."
Aro didn't care much for Eleazar's mate. She was pretty enough, but she had no
special talents whatsoever.
Both Eleazar and Carmen bowed to their kings. "We are honored to be of
assistance, Aro," Eleazar said respectably. "You said that there is a new
immortal that you wish me to test?"
"Indeed," Aro said with a large grin. "Young Harry is special regardless of a
gift, but I have a feeling that he will have a special talent to bring to the
guard. Not that Harry with be a member of the guard, he is mine, Marcus' and
Caius' heir...he is your new prince."
Eleazar's eyes widened at hearing that, the kings had never taken on a heir or
even considered it. They were extremely powerful and immortal, what need did
they have for an heir? This new vampire must be very special, especially if Aro
wasn't even concerned if he had a gift or not.
"Harry childe, please come out here," Aro ordered, never taking his eyes of the
golden eyed immortals in front of him. Even though Harry had been present
during most of his dealings with other vampires, he had kept himself hidden
behind his chair or in dark corners of the room, this would be the first time
that anyone would see his immortal child outside of a select few and he was
curious of their reaction.
Whimpering, Harry tucked back behind the chair. This was new, daddy Aro never
called on him while in the throne room. Daddy Aro would come to him during his
feedings and to occasionally talk with him or read him a story, but this was
the first time that he wanted him to meet a stranger. He didn't like meeting
new people, everyone was always mean to him.
Leaning over the arm of his chair so he could see the childe, Marcus held his
hand out and gave his prince an encouraging smile. "Come, childe, Eleazar and
Carmen won't hurt you."
Even though he was scared, Harry knew not to ignore an order. Trembling, he
took daddy Marcus' hand and allowed him to pull him out from behind daddy Aro's
chair. Gathering up his courage, he looked to the two new people with golden
eyes and gave them a shy smile.
Gasping, Carmen reached out and grabbed her mate's hand and took two fearful
steps backwards. "What is this!" she cried in disbelief as she stared at the
immortal child in both fear and disgust. "Why do you have this...this monster?"
With his bottom lip trembling, Harry dove back behind Daddy Aro's chair and hid
his head in his knees as he cried. He knew that the new people would hate
him...everyone hated him. His new daddies were nice to him along with his
brother Alec and Uncle Demetri and Felix, but it was only a matter of time
before they found out what a horrible freak he was and started hurting him like
Uncle Vernon. Why was he so unlikable?
"Eleazar, mind your mate," Aro warned sharply, his eyes narrowed in danger.
"You will not speak that way about my son, do you understand me?"
Swallowing, Eleazar quickly nodded his head. "Carmen meant no disrespect,
Master Aro, the childe just took her by surprise. We all know the consequences
of making an immortal child, so to see one was not only shocking, but also
terrifying."
Sighing, Aro stood up and walked behind his throne. Kneeling down, he scooped
up his childe and held him tight to his chest, his little face burrowing into
his neck. Shocked at feeling something wet on his neck, he tilted the childe's
head back, shocked when he saw pale pink tears rolling down his check. "Once
again you have managed to surprise us, my child," he said warmly, tucking his
face back into his neck and rubbing his back.
Retaking his seat, Aro kept his childe in his arms, his heart breaking from his
pitiful sobs. Carmen's reaction to him had really devastated his prince. As
much as he wanted to lash out at her for hurting his small son, her reaction to
him was justifiable. He had decimated entire covens for breaking the law and
creating an immortal child, he had even killed the mother of two of her coven
members.
"Harry is a very special childe, my friends," Aro explained. "I...saved him,"
he said, not wanting Harry to know yet that he was a vampire, "at Alice Cullens
urging."
"Alice," Carmen cried breathlessly. She knew that her life was at risk for how
she reacted to the boy, but she had been taken by surprise. She had heard
horror stories about immortal children, not to mention the Volturi's no
tolerance rule when it came to the makers of immortal children. Makers were
executed, no questions asked.
"Alice had a vision concerning my son," Aro explained. "She said that, despite
being immortal, that he would continue to grow and that he was very powerful. I
will forgive you this once for hurting my prince, but next time I will hand you
over to Jane."
Eleazar squeezed his mate's hand both in warning and in comfort. "Thank you for
understanding." He was confused, why would Alice have a child turned?
Patting his son's head, Aro looked down at him, smiling warmly when he saw that
his boy had cried himself to sleep. "My poor childe was so upset that he fell
asleep," he pouted. "He won't wake now for at least five hours no matter how
hard we try to wake him."
"He sleeps?" Eleazar asked in shock.
Nodding his head, Aro motioned for Alec. "Take your brother and put him to
bed," he ordered. "Then get one of the lower guards to stand outside his door."
When not with him or one of his brothers, Harry always had a guard with him.
"Harry is unlike any immortal childe I have ever met before. Hell, he is unlike
and immortal I have ever met before." Aro explained smugly. "While he craves
blood, he has not once lost himself to his bloodlust, not even when he first
woke. Just this morning our human secretary stupidly entered the throne after
being told not to and Harry didn't go after her. I could see that scented her
blood and his eyed turned black, but he didn't even flinch in her direction.
Sadly for disobeying a direct order she had to be punished and I am now in need
of a new secretary."
"Absolutely incredible," Eleazar said in awe. "I have never heard of such
restraint, not even from Carlisle Cullen."
"Yes, Carlisle had to hide himself away from humans for years until he could
control himself around human blood," Aro smirked.
"The boy has great compassion," Eleazar pointed out.
"Is that his gift?" Caius asked with a frown. He had hoped that the childe
would have something more powerful and useful. Not that it mattered, the boy
was their son regardless. It wasn't like he himself had any great powers. He
just knew how hard it could be being surrounded by immortals with great powers
when you yourself had none. He never wanted Harry to feel inferior to anyone
again
"Like with Carlisle Cullen, the prince's compassion is a special gift, but he
will also one day be an extremely powerful elemental," Eleazar explained. "Amun
has a powerful elemental that he has kept hidden from you, but Benjamin has
nothing on the prince." Normally he wouldn't tell on another coven like he did
by informing Aro of Benjamin, but him and Carmen were already on thin ice with
Aro after upsetting the prince. If it would have been someone in Carlisle's
coven he would have kept his mouth shut, but he personally never cared for
Amun.
Eyes lighting up, Aro chuckled at hearing that. "Is Amun still pouting because
I snatched Demetri out from under his nose. What use did Amun have for a
tracker of Demetri's talent? Now I hear that he has been hiding an elemental
from me, maybe I need to pay him a visit."
Eleazar inclined his head. "Benjamin is impressive, but he has a mind of his
own despite his love for Amun and he will not allow the man to abuse his
powers. Benjamin is very laid back and compassionate. I'm actually surprised
that he is not a vegetarian."
Normally Aro would be very interested in Benjamin, but if Harry was going to be
more powerful than him, than what use was he to him? Still, he didn't like the
idea of Amun having a powerful elemental in his coven. Maybe it would be wise
to send Amun's old childe, Demetri, home for a visit along with Chelsea. Harry
could use an older elemental to help him learn and train.
"There is more," Eleazar said, shaking Aro out of his thoughts. "There is
something else about the childe, some other power. He reminds me of Sanguine,
but significantly more powerful than him."
"Very good, my old friend," Aro praised. "I see your gift has not gone rusty
from lack of use. Harry, like Sanguine, is magical. Even though my little
prince has yet to show any magic, I have a feeling he is going to be very
powerful."
"I agree," Eleazar nodded. "The childe is going to be very powerful indeed."
***HP
Keeping his back flat against the cold stone wall, Harry carefully peeked
around the corner. Even though the strange golden eyed strangers didn't like
him, he was still very curious about them. He had overheard Daddy Aro saying
that the man was gonna to test him, but so far he hadn't given him his test
yet. Even though he wasn't allowed to do better than Dudley in school, he
normally knew all the answers on his tests. He didn't know what this man was
going to test him on and it wasn't fair that he wasn't going to get a chance to
study first, but he wanted to do good to make his new daddies proud.
With his back turned away, Eleazar whispered to his mate and wife. "We are
being followed."
Carmen gave her mate a beautiful smile. "I know, I scented him a few minutes
ago."
Eleazar smiled back at his mate. "Even though Aro didn't say anything, I have a
feeling that the childe has been hurt badly."
"It's in his eyes," Carmen said knowingly. "I feel wretched for hurting him."
Eleazar wrapped his arm around his mate's shoulder and hugged her tight. "Had
you not been shocked, you never would have reacted that way and hurt the
childe. I know how much you adore children."
Smiling, Carmen pulled out a stuffed dragon that she had picked up earlier as
an apology gift to the prince. Marcus had admitted to her that the prince had
been horrified and saddened when he discovered that his beautiful green eyes
had turned red with his turning. She could sympathize with him, it had taken
her a long time to get use to seeing red eyes staring back at her in the
mirror. Her gold eyes she liked much better than the red, but she still missed
her rich chocolate brown eyes.
The stuffed dragon she had specially made for the prince had one red eye and
one green eye. The dragon itself was a royal purple color with gold wings and
when you squeezed his left wing the dragon would let out a loud roar, and when
you squeezed his right wing he would purr affectionately. The dragon was also a
big enough size that the small childe could snuggle with it and use it as a
pillow.
Harry inhaled sharply when his eyes landed on the beautiful toy dragon that the
lady pulled out from a box she had been carrying. He had never seen anything
like it before and he desperately wanted it. It looked so soft and snuggly and
had red and green eyes, kind of like him? He missed his green eyes and he
wished that he could get them back.
"It's really a shame that there isn't a little boy around here that would like
this stuffed dragon," Carmen said loudly with a smirk. She had heard the child
inhale when he spotted the dragon and it thrilled her that he liked it. "This
poor dragon is all alone and doesn't have anyone to love it."
Chewing on his plump bottom lip, Harry stepped out and gave the lady a shy
smile. "I-I can love it," he said in a small and shaky voice. Never in a
million years would he have asked his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia for a toy,
but his new daddies had promised him that he would never be hurt here and he
knew that his Uncle Felix was watching him from down the hall. Someone was
always watching him.
Smiling brightly, Carmen knelt on the ground so she wouldn't seem so
intimidating to the small boy. "This here is a very special dragon, do you
think you can take good care of him?"
Still chewing on his lip, Harry nodded his head, never taking his eyes off of
the beautiful dragon. He loved the car that Daddy Aro gave him and he always
kept it in his pocket, but the dragon was the most beautiful toy he had ever
seen. "I promise that I will take very good care of him."
"I know you will," Carmen said warmly, holding the dragon out to the boy.
Harry went to take the dragon, but dropped his arms at the last minute. Eyes
tearing up, he looked at the pretty lady with gold eyes. "I-I can't take him, I
haven't been a good boy."
Carmen's heart bled for the poor boy. Eleazar had been right, Harry had been
hurt bad by someone. As much as she didn't like Aro, she couldn't see him or
his brothers hurting the boy. Besides, Harry had been an immortal for less than
a week. "Of course you have been a good boy, Harry. You're special, just like
this dragon."
With a pale pink tear slowly sliding down his cheek, Harry shook his head no.
"I heard Daddy Aro say that the man with golden eyes you're with was going to
give me a test. I don't know what the test is and I didn't get to study so I
don't think that I will pass. I don't deserve the beautiful dragon." Looking at
the dragon with longing, Harry's bottom lip started to tremble as more tears
fell from his eyes.
Eleazar fell to his knees next to his mate and gave the small boy a reassuring
smile. "Would you like for me to give you your test now?" He knew that Aro
didn't want the boy to know that they were vampires yet so he couldn't mention
his special abilities, but the child wouldn't feel like he earned or deserved
the stuffed dragon if he didn't pass the test.
Wiping away his tears with the back of his hand, Harry nodded his head. "But I
didn't study," he whimpered.
"That's alright, Harry, I can tell that you're a very smart boy," Eleazar
reassured.
Dropping his eyes and looking at his shoes, Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I
was never allowed to get better grades than my cousin Dudley in school, but I
always knew the answers...even if I did have to purposely get them wrong."
Eleazar frowned at hearing that. "Well, your cousin isn't here now so I want
you to try your hardest. Ok?"
With a little excited bounce, Harry nodded his head. "Ok, Mr, Golden Eyes."
Chuckling, Eleazar had to restrain himself from ruffling the boy's hair. He had
never had much interaction with little humans, but Harry had to be the most
adorable of them all. "Let's start off with something easy," he said
thoughtfully. "What is your full name."
"I'm Harry James Potter, sir," Harry answered, proud that he knew the first
question.
"How old are you?"
"I'm eight years old."
Carmen couldn't help but notice that Harry looked painfully small and thin for
an eight year old. Had whoever he had been living with starved him?
"You're doing great, Harry," Eleazar praised. "Now, how about a harder
question. What country are we in?"
Harry fidgeted a little. "It...Italy," he answered, but it came out sounding
more like a question. He was pretty sure that Daddy Aro had said that they were
in Italy, but he had been so confused when he first woke up.
Carmen softly clapped her hands. "Very good, Harry."
Shoulders sagging in relief, Harry gave the woman a blinding smile. "I use to
live in England with my Aunt, Uncle and cousin, but Aro saved me from my uncle
and brought me here. I like it here a lot, lot more, no one here yells at me,
calls me names, or hits me. Daddy Aro even gives me yummy red juice whenever I
want it. My aunt would only allow me to drink water from the bathroom sink and
it was icky gross."
Both Eleazar and Carmen smiled sadly at the boy. "Red juice is my favorite
too," Eleazar said with a wink.
"Did I pass my test?" Harry asked excitedly, his little hands itching to touch
the soft looking dragon.
"Just one more thing," Eleazar said seriously. "I want you to know, that
despite what you were told in the past, you are a very good and special boy. I
want you to always do your best and not be afraid if you are different.
Everyone here is different and special, even me. Do you understand me?"
Harry felt a bit confused, his aunt and uncle had always told him the opposite.
They hated and hurt him because he was different. "I think I do, sir, and I
will try.
"Very good, Harry," Eleazar said, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder,
giving it a gently squeeze when the boy flinched from the contact. "You have
passed my test with flying colors and now the dragon is officially yours."
Giggling, Harry accepted the dragon from the golden eyed lady and clutched it
tight to his chest, moaning when it was even softer than what he was expecting.
"Thank you so, so, so much!" He cried happily. "This is my first ever stuffed
animal"
"Take good care of him, Prince Harry," Carmen said affectionately.
***** Chapter 4 *****
I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight.
Hope you enjoy this update. I'm still unsure where I'm going with this and who
to pair Harry up with. I could use some ideas.
Please excuse errors, it's been crazy here on the farm.
PLEASE REVIEW
***HP
 
"Please!" Harry begged, holding both his hands out and hoping that Jane
wouldn't see how badly they were trembling. He was trying his bestest not to
cry, but Jane wouldn't give him his Merlin back. Merlin was the stuffed dragon
that the pretty golden eyed lady gave him two months ago when he had passed the
man's test. Since then, he had taken Merlin with him everywhere he went, along
with the car that Daddy Aro had given him too. He had loads more toys now, but
Merlin and the car were his most favoritest to toys ever.
"It's just a stupid, stuffed toy," Jane taunted. She was learning to like the
kid well enough now, but she was still a bit jealous of him. She just didn't
understand why her masters fawned all over him, he hadn't shown any special
talents as of yet. She was vastly more powerful than the brat, why was he being
treated like a prince while she was just one the guards? Granted she was ranked
higher than most everyone else, but the brat was still ranked higher than her.
He was the kings heir.
Balling his fists up, Harry glared at the girl. He didn't understand why she
was always picking on him when he was always nice to her. "Merlin is not
stupid," he cried, defending his best friend.
Jane had to admit, the kid had come a long way in two months. He still hid
behind Aro's throne and flinched when someone touched him, but he was standing
up to her and that took a lot of courage. "Do you want to see if Merlin can
really fly?" she asked mysteriously.
Harry quickly shook his head no. "Please, Jane, please don't hurt Merlin." He
didn't like the tone in her voice, it reminded him of Dudley before he hurt him
or destroyed something of his. It was also the same tone he used when he
purposely broke something or messed something up then blamed it on him so he
would get punished.
Seeing his eyes tearing up, Jane went to give him the dumb dragon back, when
all of a sudden it went flying out of her hands and into Harry's. "What did you
do?" she cried in shock. "How did you make him fly?"
Eyes wide and fearful, Harry turned and ran as fast as he could with his dragon
held safely in his arms. He didn't mean to do a freaky thing again, he had
thought that he was done doing that. He hadn't done one freaky thing since
coming here, why did it have to happen now?
"Shit!" Jane cursed, she was so going to get it now. Harry was upset, scared
and missing. He was a fast little twerp and there was no way she would be able
to catch up to him now and finding him without Demetri's help would be like
trying to find a needle in a haystack.
"Dammit Demetri for being in Egypt," Jane swore, spinning around and heading
for the throne room. Demetri would have had the prince found in seconds, but he
was in Egypt acquiring the elemental from that sniveling immortal, Amun. Aro
was going to be pissed at her for picking on the boy again.
 
***HP
Sniffling, Harry continued to run even though he was in a part of the castle
that he had never been in before. He knew that he was lost, he had taken
countless twists and turns, but he had to find a place to hide before Jane told
his daddies about him being a no good, bad freak.
Last time he had used his freak powers Uncle Vernon kept hitting and kicking
him until his bones broke, he couldn't breath, and blood flooded his mouth
until he choked on it. He would have died if Daddy Aro hadn't found him, but
now his daddies would know that he was a freak and they wouldn't want him
anymore. Would they would hurt him too like Uncle Vernon? He had been so happy
here...the happiest ever.
He hadn't meant to make Merlin fly out of mean Jane's arms and into his, he had
just wanted him safely back in his arms. He had promised the golden eyed lady
that he would look after the dragon and love it, and that included protecting
him from Jane. He had just wanted Merlin so badly that he had pictured the
dragon flying to him, just like a real dragon. He hadn't meant to make it
actually happen.
Seeing a very dark, small hole in the wall, Harry dove into it and curled
himself up into a small ball. Burying his face in Merlin soft tummy, he started
to cry his little heart out. He had been so happy here with his daddies, Alec,
Demetri and Felix, and now he had gone and ruined it. If he was lucky they
would just kick him out, if he wasn't lucky, then they would hurt him like
Uncle Vernon had. He didn't want to hurt again, especially not by his daddies
hands...he loved them.
***HP
Aro was mad. Scratch that, he was furious. He knew that Jane was jealous of his
son, but he didn't think she would go as far as taunting the poor childe. Jane
was lucky that she was important to him and that he actually cared for her, he
could easily tear her to pieces after seeing his son's broken face after he
performed accidental magic.
"I want two guards at every exit," Aro roared angrily, "and ten patrolling the
grounds. If you find my son he is not to be harmed or touched, you come and get
me. Right now he is scared and probably thinking we are going to hurt him."
"I'm sorry, master," Jane apologized again, her head lowered in submission.
"Go to your room!" Aro bellowed, not wanting to see his childe. Right now he
was too angry with her and he didn't want to hurt her.
"Let me help look for him, master" Jane pleaded.
"You have done enough!" Aro snapped. shortly. "Get out of my sight before I
have Felix remove your head. Go to your room and stay there until I come to
you."
"She's jealous, brother," Marcus said softly, defending the girl as he watched
her walk away with her head still down. "She has always been your favorite and
she has never had to share you."
"I know," Aro sighed, "but she still must be punished for her actions. Harry is
just a baby, a very badly abused baby who scares easily. If she isn't punished
for hurting him, then she will take that as permission to continue hurting him
and I can't allow that."
Marcus bowed his head in agreement. He felt bad for Jane, but Aro was correct
in the way he was handling the situation. He couldn't help but wonder how human
parents handled sibling rivalry?
"Masters," Alec called, rushing back into the throne room. "There is no scent
of Harry outside the castle so he still must be inside hiding somewhere."
"Well done, my childe," Aro praised. He already had one child sulking while
awaiting punishment and another off hiding, he didn't need Alec acting out too.
"Harry likes small dark places so we have to check every little nook and cranny
that Harry can fit into."
Sighing, Aro rubbed at his face, raising children was such hard work. "Come
brothers, let's join the hunt for our missing prince."
***HP
Harry didn't know how long he had been hiding in the small space in the wall,
but his throat was starting to burn horribly. It had been hours since he had
been given any red juice and he was desperate for some more. He so badly wanted
to crawl out and find Daddy Aro, but he didn't want to see the hate and the
disgust in the man's eyes when he looked at him.
Hearing footsteps echoing down the hall, Harry pushed himself as far back
against the wall as he could. He didn't know who was coming, but he didn't want
to be found.
"I know you're down here, young prince," Felix called out soothingly. Not only
could he smell the boy easily now, but he had been around Harry long enough to
know his personality and to get an idea on where he would hide if scared.
Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from calling out to his Uncle Felix. Felix
was the man who guarded him the most, and while for the most part he was a
silent man, he had always been nice to him and smiled at him. Felix had even
read him some books a few times.
"Please come out, Prince, you're not in any trouble. Everyone has been
searching the castle for you for hours." Felix was in a very seldom used area
of the castle not far from the old dungeons. The Kings didn't have any use for
the dungeons, there weren't a lot of vampire laws, and the ones they did have
were punishable by death if broken. They saw no reason to keep someone locked
up or to torture them for the fun of it. They were above such practices.
Harry wanted to believe Felix, he really did, but Uncle Vernon use to trick him
like this too. He would tell him that he wasn't mad and that he wasn't going to
hurt him, and when he came out from his hiding place, the beatings were always
ten times worse. Felix was a massive man with as much muscles as Uncle Vernon
had fat, just one hit from Felix would kill him.
Felix sighed in relief when he spotted the tip of Harry's red shoe sticking out
from a small hole in the wall. Aro would never admit it, but he could tell that
his master had been worried about the small boy. He had never seen the kings
care about someone the way they cared about the prince.
 
Walking to where the boy was, Felix took a seat on the dirty stone floor and
leaned up against the wall Harry was hiding in. “You're not in trouble, little
one, I promise you that. Your daddies are scared because they can’t find you,
but you're not going to get punished.”
Sniffling, Harry rubbed at his nose. He wanted to believe Felix, but he was
just so scared. Every time he did a freaky thing he got beat, and Jane was sure
to tell his daddies that he made Merlin really fly. For some reason Jane hated
him, that's why she was always picking on him.
“I’m not going to force you to come out, Prince, but I'm sure you have to be
getting thirsty by now. You missed two feedings, your throat has to be
burning.”
Harry bit his arm to keep from whimpering out loud. His throat felt like it was
on fire and he needed the red juice to put it out.
“Amazing control,” Felix muttered to himself as he pulled out his phone and
sent a text to his master. He wasn't going to force Harry to come out of his
hiding spot, but he had to inform Aro that he found his missing son.
Felix was still in the process of putting his phone away in his pocket when his
masters arrived. Getting back to his feet, he silently pointed to the hole and
the tip of a red child’s sneaker just barely peeking out.
“Good job, my friend,” Aro praised, relieved beyond belief to have found his
son safe. “You may go, we can take it from here.”
Bowing, Felix turned and briskly walked away.
Harry started crying harder when he heard his daddy’s voice. He wanted to crawl
out from the hole and throw himself at his daddy and beg for him not to hate
him, but he couldn't bare to see the look of hate on the man’s face. Why did
his freakishness have to come back now when he had finally found three daddies
who liked him?
“It's time to come out from hiding, my little prince,” Aro ordered gently.
“You're not in trouble for using magic, it's part of you and one of the things
that makes you a very special little boy.”
“Magic isn't real,” Harry sobbed brokenly. His uncle had beat that into him
from day one...magic wasn't real.
“Oh, but it is,” Aro corrected. “Do you remember the books about Merlin that I
read to you?” Knowing that this day would come, the day that Harry performed
accidental magic, he had started reading Harry children's books on Merlin,
other famous magic users, and magical creatures. He had hoped that by doing so
that it would help Harry accept his magic easier.
At first Harry nodded his head, but then he remembered that his daddy couldn't
see him. “I remember,” he answered timidly. “I named my dragon after Merlin
because I thought it was a really cool name.”
“His name wasn't the only thing cool about Merlin. Merlin was a real live
wizard who could do magic...just like you,” Aro said proudly.
“But I don't want to do freaky things!" Harry wailed brokenly. “I don't want
you to hate me. I want to be a good boy for you and daddies Marcus and Caius.”
“Prince, please come out so I can talk to you. It's very hard talking to the
wall and the tip of your shoe. I promise that I'm not going to yell at you or
hit you.”
“W-What about Daddy Marcus, is he mad that I did a f-freaky thing?” Harry asked
in a small and desperate voice.
“No, my son,” Marcus was quick to reassure. “I'm actually proud that you are
finally using your magic. It's not healthy to bottle it up and hide it away.”
“D-Daddy Caius?” Harry asked, shifting so he could peak out from his hiding
spot.
“Not mad, childe,” Caius was also quick to reassure. “You did give me a
horrible fright though,” he added softly. “I was so very scared when we
couldn't find you. I thought that I would never see my sweet prince ever
again.”
With a loud cry, Harry scrambled out from his hiding spot and threw himself at
his Daddy Caius’ legs. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I swear that I'll be
the very bestest good boy in the whole big world. I promise to never frighten
you ever again.”
Caius easily scooped up the overly distraught boy and tucked his tear streaked
face into his neck. “Oh, childe, I’m sure that you will give me many, many more
frights, but that is ok, it's part of being a daddy. Daddy Aro, Daddy Marcus
and myself worry about you, you're our baby boy. Please believe that we would
never harm you or throw you out like garbage, you are stuck with us for forever
and ever.”
Aro smiled gently at his brother. Out of the three of them, Caius was the most
reserved, never growing attached to anyone or anything. It warmed his heart to
see him so caring and gentle with Harry. The little immortal was changing them
all...and all for the better.
***HP
“Has he been like this since the incident a week ago?” Sanguine asked, looking
to the young boy who was sitting on the floor at Marcus’ feet with his head
resting on the older vampire's knee. Clutched tightly under his arm was a
stuffed dragon and trapped in his tiny first was a toy car. The child wasn't
doing anything, just staring at the wall as he tried to become one with the
vampire’s leg.
“Yes," Aro sighed heavily." He wasn't even this bad after he woke from his
turning. He seldom talks now, no longer plays, his appetite has decreased
dangerously, and he has to be physically attached to one of us at all times.
Normally when he sleeps he's impossible to wake, but now he wakes instantly if
we try to leave his bed. I’m worried about him, Sanguine.”
“As you should be,” Sanguine said with a frown. He had been urgently called in
by the Kings to help with a magical newborn and had been shocked when he found
that it was just a small child. He had only just arrived, but Aro had been
quick to explain the situation to him.
“Have you ever heard of an Obscurus?” Sanguine whispered, not wanting the child
across the room to hear him but knowing that Marcus and Caius would still be
able to.
“No,” Aro answered with a slight shake of his head.
Sanguine looked back to the childe that hadn't moved a muscle since he got
there over two hours ago. “An Obscurus is a dark parasitical magical force.
They're very rare in this day of age, but an Obscurus can develop in a child
that has been forced to suppress their magic. You normally see it in young
children under the age of ten that have been physically abused because of their
magic. They learn to hate their magic and they do everything within their power
to suppress it.”
“Obscurial are very powerful and very dangerous due to their inability to
control the Obscurus inside of them, and normally they die before their tenth
birthday. There has only been one documented case, Credence Barebone back in
the 1920’s, of an Obscurial living past the age of ten. I believe that Credence
was in his late teens to early twenties when the American Ministry executed
him. From what I hear he was immensely powerful, and he must have been to be
able to control the Obscurus.”
“Are you saying that my son has a dangerous dark parasite in him?” Aro asked in
alarm.
“No,” Sanguine quickly reassured. “Not yet anyway, but the childe is the
perfect candidate to develop one. He has been physically abused because of his
magic, he’s terrified of his magic, and has been trying to suppress it, he's
withdrawn, clingy, depressed...he's the perfect host for an Obscurus. Child
abuse in the wizarding world is punished severely because of the fear of an
Obscurial being born. This childe has been abused since he was born.”
“Not since he was born,” Aro corrected, his mind in overdrive as he tried to
process everything that his friend had just said. While an Obscurial intrigued
him because of their power, he would never want his childe to be one. Harry was
too sweet and precious to host a dark, parasitical magical creature inside of
him.
“My son’s biological parents died when he was around a year old and so he has
been living with his aunt and uncle since then. They were non magicals as I'm
sure you have figured out.”
“Do you know if his parents were magical?” Sanguine asked curiously.
“He was just a babe when they were murdered by another wizard, but from what I
see when I touch him, both his parents were magical. The wizard tried to kill
him too, but whatever curse he sent at him bounced off of him and shot back at
the caster. Not even my venom could heal the scar on his forehead that was left
behind by the dark curse.”
Groaning, Sanguine rubbed his face. Now he knew why the boy looked so familiar.
“Please, Aro, please tell me that the childe’s name isn't Harry Potter.” He
knew that he was though, the boy was a spitting image of James Potter but with
much softer, and delicate features. He had heard that little Harry had
inherited Lily’s stunning emerald eyes, but now thanks to the vampire venom
they were red. Not a healthy red right now either. The childe hadn't been
feeding properly and it showed in his eyes.
“How is it that you know my son’s name?” Aro asked, one elegant eyebrow raising
curiously.
“Too long of a story to tell,” Sanguine sighed, Aro having confirmed his fears.
Holding out his hand in permission, he allowed Aro to take it so he could learn
everything that he knew about the Potters, the Dark Lord, and the fact the he
had turned the Wizarding World's little savior into a vampire...something they
considered a dark and dangerous creature.
Pulling away, a large grin split Aro’s face. “Very interesting, my friend, very
interesting indeed. Do you believe that the Wizards will come for their ‘Boy-
Who-Lived’ when they learn the truth?"
“With pitchforks and torches,” Sanguine smirked.
“Then I have something to look forward to,” Aro chuckled. It was always so much
fun playing with wizards, though he knew there were a few he had to be careful
of, such as the light lord Albus Dumbledore.
“Now, my friend, what do I do about my son? As you can see he is in a bad place
and I really don't want him to develop the Obscuri thing?”
“Obscurus,” Sanguine corrected. He was relieved that Aro didn't want Harry to
be an Obscurial. He could see that the king cared for Harry, but he also
desired powerful beings, and Obscurials were very powerful. Even Grindewald had
tried to get an Obscurial under his control. “You need to bring in a witch or
wizard to train him, to make him see that his magic isn't something to fear or
hate. He also needs to see someone else use their magic so he can see that he
isn't an abnormal freak.”
“Do you know of anyone trustworthy?”
“You mean stupid enough to enter the nest of the most powerful and feared coven
of vampires in the world?” Sanguine chuckled.
“That too,” Aro smirked.
Sanguine thought for a moment. “The best person that I can think of, is
unfortunately also the worst person for the job. The Potters had a close
friend, the man is genius with a very gentle personality and I know that he
adored Harry as a baby. He was born to be a teacher, but unfortunately he is
also a werewolf.”
“Absolutely not!” Caius roared from across the room, making Harry cry out in
alarm and scurry onto Marcus’ lap.
“Temper, brother,” Marcus scolded as he rubbed his son’s back in an attempt to
sooth him.
Sanguine inclined his head to his enraged king. Even though the other two kings
hadn’t been part of his conversation with Aro, he had known that they had been
closely following their conversation. “That's why I said that he was also the
worst person for the job. Though, he would willingly, and stupidly, enter this
nest to be with his cub.”
“If he steps one foot in my castle I will have his throat,” Caius hissed
angrily, but this time soft enough so as not to frighten his son again.
“Well as you can see the wolf isn't an option,” Aro frowned. “Not that I would
allow that dangerous and filthy creature near my sweet baby boy. Do you know of
any other wizards stupid enough to take the job?”
Sanguine leaned back in his chair as he thought some more. "Finding someone
won't be easy and we must be careful on who we bring in, especially since they
will be teaching The-Boy-Who-Lived-Who-Really-Isn’t-Alive-Anymore. It has to be
someone trustworthy, good with small children, someone neither light nor dark,
more of a gray wizard…”
“A pureblood,” Aro added, cutting Sanguine off. “I have no plans for him to
ever enter the Wizarding World, as least not as of yet, but I want him to know
their culture and their laws. I want him to be able to hold his own against
them.”
Sanguine rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. “I just may know of someone...someone
who will be perfect if we can get him. He’s young, just a few years out of
Hogwarts, he was Headboy and recruited by the goblins even before he graduated,
the Unspeakables had wanted him but the boy’s thirst for adventure was too
great and he would have withered away and died under the Ministry, and best of
all, he has younger siblings, some even Harry’s age so he will know how to
handle him.”
“And he's a gray wizard?”
“Well, his family is light, as light as you can get without being Albus
Dumbledore, but he is most definitely more of a gray wizard.”
Aro eyes drifted to his son who was still curled up on Marcus’s lap clinging to
him. It wouldn't be easy bringing a human into the nest, most his guard didn't
have his restraint, but he couldn't allow his son to be taken over by a dark
parasite. “Is the boy stupid enough to take the job, and will the goblins allow
him?”
“William isn't stupid, but he will see this job as a challenge and a learning
experience. I believe that he will accept your offer. The goblins on the other
hand, they may need some convincing. Even though the boy is young, he is their
top curse breaker.”
“Goblins love gold, gold, and more gold,” Aro smirked. “And I have all three of
those in abundance. I'm sure we will be able to work something out with them.”
***HP
Aro looked up from where he was reading a book that Sanguine had left him about
all the documented cases of Obscurials and smirked when Caius took a seat
across from him with Harry wrapped around him, much like a toddler would be
wrapped around their mother.
"You spoil him," Aro teased lightly.
"And you don't," Caius shot back.
Aro nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "The childe deserves to be spoiled,
especially after reading about all these poor children. I'm amazed that Harry
isn't like them."
Caius buried his nose in the inky black hair of his sleeping childe and deeply
inhaled his wonderfully sweet scent. "He will know nothing but love and support
at our hands, stop obsessing over those Obscurus things."
Knowing that his brother was right, Aro closed the book in front of him. "I
have released Jane from her week long isolation and I hope that she has learned
her lesson. If she continues to torment Harry then I'm going to have Chelsea
bind her to Harry. She's too dangerous, she could easily kill Harry or force
him to become one of these monsters."
"Understandable," Caius agreed. "We have all talked to her a reassured her that
her place amongst us will never be replaced, but she is but a childe herself
and prone to act before thinking. I honestly believe that she never meant any
real harm to the prince, she just needs to learn what is acceptable play, and
what is not."
"Children," Aro sighed dramatically. "Did he feed for you?"
Lips turning down in a frown, Caius shook his head. "Just a little, not fully a
half a goblet. He's a newborn, he can't go on like this."
"He's had a terrible scare and it's only been a week, give him time. He's never
had this kind of love and he can't handle the thought of losing it...of losing
us. Hopefully when that wizard gets here he'll be able to show our prince that
his magic isn't something to fear and hate."
"You're right brother, though I will miss him being this clingy," Caius said
wistfully. "Just like him, I have never known this kind of love and affection.
The love that only a child could give their parent."
"It is something wonderful and worth cherishing." Aro agreed.
***HP
Whimpering, Harry clung tighter to Merlin as he stared fearfully up at his
blonde tormentor. He didn't understand why his daddies left him with Jane while
they went to a meeting. He would have been super quiet at the meeting, he had
promised.
Damn those big sorrowful eyes, Jane cursed to herself. She knew why her masters
left the boy in her care, they were testing her. She wanted to blame the child
for her being banned to her room for a week, but she knew that she only had
herself to blame, she had taunted the prince.
"Would you like me to read you a book?" Jane asked stiffly, not really sure how
to play nice with a child.
Harry curled himself tighter around Merlin. What was Jane doing? Was she trying
to trick him like Dudley and his gang?
Jane stared at the boy for five minutes waiting for a response before she
realized that she wasn't going to get one. The boy was so scared of her that
had he been human he would have pissed himself. Normally that would make her
feel good, but in this case she felt guilty. "Would you like to watch a movie
about Merlin?"
Harry perked up at hearing that. Since he had been here he hadn't seen a tv or
anything, he had assumed that they didn't have one. "M-Merlin?" he asked
timidly.
Forcing a smile, Jane held out her hand. "Come, childe , I have a laptop in my
room where we can watch Disney's, The Sword in the Stone." She wasn't one to
watch cartoons, but she was sure that Master Aro wouldn't want Harry watching
an adult movie.
Licking his lips, Harry looked at the hand. He had never been allowed to watch
tv at his aunt's and uncle's, but he had always wanted to. "Are there dragons
in the move?" he asked hopefully.
Jane shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I have never seen the movie. If
there isn't dragons in this one, then we will find another movie to watch that
does have dragons."
Giving Jane a shy and hopeful smile, Harry slowly reached out and took her
hand. "You're really pretty when your nice to me," he said bashfully.
Jane's long dead heart gave a thump. How could this terribly abused kid be so
sweet? "You're not too bad yourself, little brother."
***HP
"It looks as though our little prince has charmed yet another immortal," Marcus
chuckled.
Aro smiled at the pair on the bed, his little son snuggled against his sister
sound asleep. "It seem so, brother."
"I can see a bond forming between the two, it's surprisingly strong giving how
much Jane despised him."
Closing the laptop that was resting on her stomach, Jane turned to her masters.
"I never really hated him, I just didn't understand him. He's really not that
bad once you get to know him."
With a smirk Aro stepped into his childe's room. "Would you like me to take him
and put him to bed?" he offered.
Sighing, Jane looked down at the boy that was using her shoulder as a pillow.
"As long as he doesn't drool he's fine," she sniffed. She wouldn't admit it,
but she kinda liked having someone to snuggle with. She hadn't been this close
to anyone since she had been human, when her and Alex had only had each other.
They had always been inseparable.
"I'm proud of you," Aro praised. "I knew that you would make a great big sister
and protector."
A rare true smile broke out Jane's face at hearing that. Aro meant everything
to her and she loved making him proud of her.
***** Chapter 5 *****
I still have no clue who I will end up matching Harry up with and I haven't
figured out how or when the Cullens will enter the story, hopefully my muse
will fill me in soon.
Hope you enjoy and please review..
 
***HP
 
Yawning, Harry snuggled back against Daddy Aro's legs and closed his eyes. It
had been a long day listening to his daddies conduct business and Daddy Aro's
fingers massaging his scalp was putting him to sleep.
"Brothers, Demetri just texted and said that he will be home tomorrow with
Amun's elemental childe," Aro informed as he absently ran his fingers through
his son's soft locks. His childe's hair was growing, it was now just barely
above his shoulder blades.
"Poor Amun," Caius chuckled darkly. "He has lost yet another childe to us. When
will he learn?"
"I take it Chelsea had no problems binding the elemental to us?" Marcus
inquired.
Smiling fondly, Aro looked down at his precious son. "Demetri didn't say, but
all must have went well if the elemental is coming." He was hoping that the
elemental would help Harry, maybe if he saw the immortal manipulating the
elements then he wouldn't be so scared of his own magic. His sweet one was
still clingy and barely eating ever since the incident with Jane and the dragon
a little over a week ago.
"Childe," Aro called as he tugged on Harry's hair very gently to get his
attention..,not that he needed to, Harry was hyper aware of their every
movement. He often wondered if constantly being on high alert was exhausting on
his poor Prince.
Harry wrapped his arm around his daddy's leg afraid that he was going to ask
him to move. With his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he shyly looked up
at the demon who saved his life.
Chuckling, Aro tapped his son's chin until Harry released his bottom lip.
"Sweet boy, don't look at me like you're in trouble. You are my perfect boy and
I would never hurt you." This was something Harry still needed, constant
reassurance that he wasn't going to be abused. "It's time for a feeding."
Harry looked around when one of his daddies guards walked in carrying a tall
glass full of his favorite red juice. He was starting to find it odd that all
he had been given since he had been here was red juice. He hadn't had any solid
food and he didn't even want any real food. All he wanted, all he craved, was
that lovely red juice.
Aro signaled for the guard to hand him the juice. As with every time, he
sniffed it to make sure the blood was fresh and warm for his son. Most people
would think that all blood tasted the same, but that wasn't true. He learned
over the centuries that some blood tasted sweeter than others, while some was
more tangy and sour. His prince preferred the sweeter blood over the tangy, so
that's what he ordered the guards to bring him every time.
Aro patted his lap, chuckling when his prince quickly climbed up onto it. "Are
you going to be a good boy and drink all your juice?"
Eyes on the red juice, Harry hungrily licked his lips as he nodded his head. He
had been shocked and confused when his daddies kept offering him red juice
after he did the freaky thing with Merlin. His uncle Vernon refused to feed him
for days after he did a freaky thing. He knew now that he had used magic, but
he was still having a hard time believing that he had magical powers.
Aro kissed his boy on the forehead before offering him the blood. His childe's
appetite was slowly returning, though he was still drinking considerably less
than most newborns. "Every drop, my son."
Eyes glued on his daddy, Harry savored each drop of juice that hit his tongue.
He loved this red juice, it made him feel so much better and took the horrible
burn in his throat away. It had been hard punishing himself since the incident
by not drinking all his juice, but despite what his daddies said, he knew that
he had to be punished. He was a freak, he deserved to be punished.
Aro's heart bled for his poor childe as he read his thoughts. He knew that it
was going to take longer than a few months for Harry to heal from his horrible
past, but knowing that he was purposely starving himself as punishment for
accidental magic really hurt. He tried reassuring him over and over again, but
his words just weren't sinking in. His baby needed help before he turned into
the magical monster that Sanguine had warned him about.
Whimpering, Harry pushed the yummy juice away when the glass was half way
empty. He desperately wanted the juice and, he could easily drink five more
glasses, but he didn't deserve it.
Aro pulled his boy tighter against his chest and placed the glass back at his
lips. "Harry, you will drink all of this or I will be very upset with you."
Wide eyed, Harry stared fearfully up at his demon daddy. "I-I'm sorry, please
don't be upset."
Aro felt bad when his son's eyes filled with tears. "Harry, I'm not upset with
you yet, but I am very much worried. You are going to make yourself sick by not
feeding properly. Is that what you want?"
Sniffling, Harry shook his head no. "I want to be a good boy," he whimpered.
Aro started rocking to soothe his childe. "You are a good boy, you're your
daddies good boy, but you're scaring us by not taking care of yourself and
feeding properly. You did nothing wrong, you need to stop punishing yourself."
Harry didn't know what to think or say, he was feeling so confused. He didn't
want to upset or scare his daddy, but he also felt like he needed to be
punished. He had always been punished for being a freak.
Aro didn't want scare his son, but he also had to learn to listen and obey him.
"Harry, if you don't drink your juice, I'm going to have to take Merlin away as
punishment until your next feeding. I can't allow you that to punish yourself
any longer for using your magic. You are a wizard, childe, and your magic is
part of you."
"Not Merlin!" Harry wailed as he clung tightly to his dragon. Merlin was his
bestest friend in the whole world, he didn't go anywhere without him.
"Brother," Caius called, standing up to interfere. He didn't like seeing his
little prince so upset.
"He has to learn," Aro hissed, glaring at his brother. "I love our child and I
would never hurt him, but I also won't allow him to hurt himself. He is
purposely starving himself as punishment for using magic."
Caius collapsed back onto his chair, stunned at what his brother just said. He
had assumed that Harry wasn't feeding properly because he was still traumatized
over what Jane did and for his accidental magic, he had no idea that his prince
had been purposely starving himself as punishment.
"Oh, childe," Marcus sighed sadly.
Harry gripped his daddy's shirt in his trembling hands as fat tears rolled down
his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'll be a good boy. Please don't take my Merlin away."
"If you drink all your juice and stop punishing yourself then I won't take
Merlin. I'm not doing this to be mean, my prince, I'm doing this because I care
about you."
"I'll do it," Harry quickly agreed.
Aro used his thumb to brush a few pink tears off of Harry's face. "Does your
throat still burn, are you still hungry?" He asked, even though he already knew
the answer.
"Yes, daddy," Harry mumbled softly through his cries.
"Then feed, childe," Aro order gently. "I want you to come to me anytime you
need something...especially a feeding. You are to never, ever, starve yourself
again."
Hiccuping, Harry nodded his head. "I'm sorry, daddy, please don't be mad."
Aro placed two more kisses on his childe's head. "I'm not mad, baby, I just
worry about you. I want you to be strong and healthy, but you won't be if you
don't feed. So settle and stop crying so you can finish your juice."
Harry snuggled into his daddy's chest as he continued to cry his heart out. He
wanted to stop so he could finish his juice, but he just couldn't. He was
trying so hard to be a good boy so his daddies wouldn't hurt him or send him
back to his uncle, but he was still messing everything up. Why did he have to
be such a freak?
"Now, now, childe, you're forgiven," Aro reassured as he continued to rock his
Prince. "Stop your crying." He felt powerless when it came to helping his
childe, and he despised feeling powerless. He was one of the most feared
vampires in the world, and he couldn't do anything to help his son. He just
wanted to instantly take all his fear and pain away. He wanted to erase every
bad memory that he had.
***HP
Benjamin stared at the immortal king's hand but refused to take it. "I have
heard about your gift," he said. "Amun has told me all about you and the other
two kings. I would like to get to know you before you go rifling through my
head."
Eyes narrowing, Aro looked past the elemental immortal to Demetri who was
standing at attention behind the Egyptian. "Why hasn't he been bound to us," he
asked dangerously. If Benjamin had been bound to him, he never would have
questioned him.
"Chelsea tried, my lord, but it seems her gift does not work on him." Demetri
was quick to explain.
Grinning, Aro turned back to the elemental immortal. "Really? Well now, isn't
that interesting. If you are immune to her gift, why then did you leave your
maker to come here?"'
Benjamin nodded to where a small child sat hugging a stuffed dragon toy at the
feet of one of the other kings. The boy had his eyes downcast and one hand was
clinging tightly to the king's pant leg. The child looked so sad and lost that
he was glad now that he left Amun to help the boy. He loved Amun like a father,
but the man was too restricting and he was curious to meet and help another
elemental immortal...especially an immortal child.
Turning to his son, Aro smiled and held out his hand. "Come, prince, I would
like you to meet someone."
Harry quickly scurried to his feet and rushed to his daddy. He was still
feeling a bit unsettled and extra clingy since the day before when Daddy Aro
threatened to take Merlin away because he was being a bad boy and wasting his
juice. He felt horrible for upsetting his daddy and he would do anything to
make him happy and proud of him.
Aro draped his arm over his boy and pulled him to his side. "Harry, this here
is Benjamin, can you say hi?"
Chewing nervously on his bottom lip, Harry shyly looked up at the stranger and
gave him a soft, "Hi." He still wasn't use to meeting a lot of new people, he
normally just hung out by the feet of one of his daddies and minded his own
business. He hoped he wasn't going to be tested again like last time.
Grinning, Benjamin sunk down to his knees so he would be eye level with the
beautiful, shy childe. "Hello, Harry, my name is Benjamin. I have come a long
way just to meet you."
"You have?" Harry asked, cocking his head cutely to the side. Why would anyone
come a long way just to meet him?
"I have indeed," Benjamin stressed.
"But why?" Harry asked softly. "I'm just a freak."
Benjamin didn't miss how Aro tensed. It was clear to see that the child calling
himself a freak upset the king. This wasn't the ruthless and uncaring immortal
that Amun had told him stories about. The vampire in front of him truly loved
the small boy.
"You know something, Harry, when I was your age I use to think that I was a
freak too," Benjamin confessed.
Harry's eyes widened. "You did?"
Benjamin nodded his head seriously. "I did. See, child, I can do things that
other people can't and because of that they called me a freak."
Harry dropped his eyes and stared at his red sneakers. "I can do things too,"
he mumbled sadly.
"Really?" Benjamin asked excitedly. "That's wonderful."
Confused, Harry looked back up at the stranger. Even though the man had the
demon red eyes, his eyes seemed very kind and gentle. "I can make things fly,"
he admitted shamefully. The strange man with the kind red eyes wouldn't like
him now, now that knew how much of a freak he was.
Using his elemental powers, Benjamin created enough wind to pick up a toy car
that Harry had left by the king's foot and made it fly over to the immortal
childe. "I can make things fly too," he said proudly. He knew now that leaving
Amun had been the right thing to do, this child desperately needed him.
Mouth dropping open in shock, Harry stared at his car that was hovering in
front of him. "How? I-I, but you don't look like a freak like me."
Chuckling, Benjamin affectionately poked Harry in the chest. "We're not freaks,
Harry, we're just very special. There are a lot of people in this world who can
do special things, you're not alone."
Pulling a bottle of water out if his coat pocket, Benjamin twisted the top off.
"Watch this," he grinned.
Harry breathlessly watched as the stranger waved his hand over the open water
bottle, gasping when the water within rose to the top and hovered over the
bottle. When the man circled his finger, the water started to spin in the air
like a tornado. Higher and higher it went until it was high above his head.
"See, child, I am what is known as an elemental. Do you know what that is?"
Not taking his eyes off of the spinning water, Harry shook his head no.
"That means that I can control the elements," Benjamin explained patiently.
"See, Harry, I can control fire, water, earth, and air."
"Wow!" Harry giggled as the water started changing shapes. It no longer looked
like a tornado, it now looked like a dragon. "Am I an elemental? Is that how I
made Merlin fly?"
Benjamin looked to Aro for permission before answering. Demetri had explained
to him how Aro was keeping it a secret from the child that he was a vampire.
When the king inclined his head, he looked back to the little boy who was
anxiously waiting for an answer. "You are an elemental, Harry, but you're also
so much more than that."
Harry didn't know if he should feel excited, or scared. Uncle Vernon always
called him a freak because of the freaky things he did, but Benjamin could do
stuff too and he didn't look like a freak. Benjamin seemed very, very, nice and
he liked him already. "How am I more?"
"Well," Benjamin explained patiently. "You, Harry, like I'm sure your daddy has
already told you, are a wizard. I had a very close friend back in Egypt who was
a wizard and he could do amazing things. I'm so very happy to meet a new friend
who is a wizard, I'm very lucky to know you."
Pouting slightly, Harry shook his head no. "But how can I be a wizard?"
Aro was happy to see that Harry wasn't flat out refusing that magic was real.
He knew that seeing others with powers would help his boy. "Both your parents
were wizards, childe, so you got your magic from them."
"Same with my friend," Benjamin said. "His entire family has magic, even his
little brothers and sister."
"So...so I'm not a freak?" Harry asked unsurely.
"Not a freak...special," Benjamin reassured. "People like you and me are just
different, and that sometimes scares people who aren't special like us. Your
old family, Harry, the family you were living with before Aro found you, they
weren't special. And just between the two of us, I think they were just jealous
that they weren't special like you."
"Special," Harry murmured softly and thoughtfully. Was Benjamin right, was he
special? Special sounded so much nicer than freak.
Standing up, Benjamin reached out and ruffled the immortal childe's hair. He
could practically see his little brain processing everything that he just said.
"Will you be staying and joining my guard?" Aro asked, though it sounded more
like a demand.
"I will be staying for Harry," Benjamin clarified. "I have no desire to join
your guard, but I will be available if you have need of me. My main concern
will be for Harry, I think having another elemental around will greatly help
him."
Aro didn't like being turned down, he really didn't like it at all, but for his
son he was willing to accept Benjamin's decision for now, no need to kill the
immortal. Harry had more need for Benjamin than what did, but that didn't mean
that he wasn't going to try to recruit the elemental. He found it strange that
Chelsea's gift didn't work on him, he wondered if it had something to do with
his elemental powers.
***HP
"Last chance to change your mind. No one will think less of you if you do."
Taking a big shaky breath, Bill turned to his vampire companion. "Will I get
eaten?" he asked jokingly for the tenth time. It really wasn't a joke, he
honestly feared that he would become lunch to one of the vampire kings.
"Try not to piss of the kings or upset their heir, and most defiantly don't
wander off on your own, and you should be fine," Sanguine reassured. "Not all
the guard has as much control as the kings when it comes to blood."
"And the newborn I'll be helping?" Bill asked. "How is his bloodlust?" He had
been shocked when he got called back from Egypt by the goblins and offered an
insanely high paying job teaching a newly turned wizard. He was a bit confused
at to why this newborn needed teaching, and he wasn't exactly a teacher, but
the money was too great to turn down. He would be making more in a month here
than curse breaking in Egypt for a year.
"The newborn," Sanguine explained, "has amazing control and has never once
directly fed from a human. The prince is a very special case as you soon will
see." The goblins knew of Harry identity, but Bill was still in the dark. They
wanted to make sure that he was going to go through with the job before
revealing the newborn's identity.
Bill turned back to the very large and very intimidating castle. "Alright then,
into the lions den I go."
"Oh, William," Sanguine chuckled, "the Volturi are much more dangerous than
lions.
"If that was a pep talk, Sanguine, you failed miserably," Bill said nervously.
"Just stating the truth, boy," Sanguine smirked.
***HP
Gently holding the small hand, Benjamin led the prince to a patch of wild
flowers behind the castle. He had only gotten permission to take the prince
outside because it was a dreary, overcast day. It had taken some convincing on
his part to get the kings permission to bring Harry outside, but all Harry had
seen seen since his turning was the inside of the old castle. It wasn't healthy
for a young boy to be cooped up inside all the time...especially a developing
elemental.
The kings were very, very, protective of their prince, not that he could blame
them. He had only known Harry for three days and he was already completely
smitten with the small boy. Child abuse was nothing knew, it dated back to the
beginning of man, but he would never be able to understand how anyone could
hurt something so precious and innocent. Despite being a vampire, he loved and
cherished all life. It made him sick to think that this amazing little boy
would be dead right now had Aro not turned him.
Harry was all grins as he followed Benjamin around the courtyard. It felt nice
to be outside, he was use to spending hours a day outside doing chores. At
first he had been terrified of leaving his daddies, he didn't like them being
out of his sight for too long, but Daddy Caius promised to be there waiting for
him with some of his juice when he came back in from playing. He had still
nervous about going outside even after the promise of juice, but then Daddy Aro
ordered Felix, Alec, and Demetri to go with him and watch over him. They made
him feel very safe.
"Benjamin, can you please show me more ele...ele..."
"Elemental magic?" Benjamin finished for the struggling boy.
"Yes, elemental," Harry giggled. "Can you show me some more?" Benjamin had
showed him a few tricks already, but he just couldn't get enough.
Stopping at the flowers, Benjamin sat down on the plush grass, pulling Harry
down beside him. "I would love to show you more magic, but after, how about you
give it a try?" He hoped he wasn't pushing the young prince, he just wanted to
show him that his gift wasn't something to fear.
Reaching out, Harry started pulling at the green grass. He didn't know if he
was ready to try magic yet, he was still too afraid of being punished. He could
still hear Uncle Vernon screaming at him for doing something freaky and still
feel his fists as they rained down upon him.
Benjamin gave the delicate hand a squeeze, "It's alright, Harry, if you're not
ready to try. I know being special can be a bit scary at first, I was scared
too, but your powers are a part of you and you shouldn't be afraid of them."
"Do you see that dead flower, childe?" Benjamin asked, pointing to a wilted
rose.
Leaning against Benjamin's side and enjoying the attention, Harry reached out
and touched the dry petals of the dead rose. "I love roses, gardening was one
of the few chores I enjoyed doing. They smell wonderful."
"I like their smell, too," Benjamin admitted. "I want to show you that our
special magic can do wonderful and amazing things. Being special doesn't make
you bad, Harry, or a freak like you were told you. If our special magic made us
bad, would we be able to this?" Reaching out, he placed his hand on the wilted
rose.
Harry clapped his hands excitedly as the rose started to slowly come back to
life. The dry and crinkled dark red leaves where smoothing out and getting soft
and they were once again a beautiful, bright red. He didn't know that magic
could do such wonderful things.
"Can I smell it?" Harry asked happily.
"Of course you can, childe," Benjamin chuckled. He loved this, he loved seeing
Harry this excited. Just three days ago he sat clinging to Caius' leg refusing
to move or even look up, and now here he was laughing and clapping.
Clearing his throat, Felix approached the pair of elementals. The change in
Harry ever since the Egyptian showed up was amazing. "Young Prince, your father
just texted and he wishes for you to return to the throne room."
Leaning in one more time for another sniff of the rose, Harry jumped to his
feet, still clinging to Benjamin's hand. "That was the best smelling rose ever.
I don't remember flowers smelling so strong before. Is it because of your
special magic?"
Benjamin couldn't tell him that the reason the roses smelled stronger was
because his senses were heightened because he was now a vampire. He couldn't
blame Aro for not wanting to tell the boy, it was sure to blow his little mind,
but the king couldn't keep it a secret forever. Eventually Harry was going to
start questioning things...like why he never needed to eat food.
"It could be my magic, I never thought of that. Come, let's go see your
daddies."
***HP
Smirking, Aro circled the young ginger man who was doing a pretty damn good job
at hiding his fear. If he hadn't been a vampire that could easily scent fear,
he would think that being in a vampire nest wasn't scaring him. "You're either
incredibly stupid, or incredibly brave."
"I think it's a bit of both," Bill said, chuckling nervously.
"William, do you have knowledge of vampires?" Marcus asked curiously.
"You...you can call me Bill, sir," Bill answered nervously. "What I know about
vampires mostly comes from books, Hogwarts doesn't exactly have the best
Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. The goblins also schooled me some about
your culture before I left to come here."
"Curious," Marcus mumbled absently as he tilted his head to the side.
"What is it, brother," Aro asked, knowing that Marcus was seeing something...a
bond that the young man had.
"Have you personally known a vampire?" Marcus asked.
"Well, I..."
"Bill!"
Bill spun around when he heard someone shout his name, a voice he recognized
but hadn't seen in close to two years. "Benjamin!" he cried in disbelief.
Momentarily forgetting where he was at, Bill rushed to his long lost...friend.
Harry stared with his mouth gaping open when a stranger with fiery, orange hair
grabbed Benjamin and slammed his lips down on his friend's.
"You don't need to see this, young prince," Felix groaned as he picked Harry up
and turned him away from the kissing pair.
Giggling, Harry tried to turn back around in the large demon's arms. "Is that
man kissing Benjamin? I have never seen two men kiss before, is that allowed?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Aro turned to Jane. "Low dose, Jane dear," he
instructed.
"It will be my pleasure, master " Jane smirked evilly.
Wrenching out of Bill's arms, Benjamin cried out in pain while his mate fell to
his knees, pain so great that it momentarily blinded him.
"Low dose," Aro scolded while smiling fondly as his daughter. "I said low dose,
Jane."
Smirking, Jane inclined her head. "My apologies, master, I guess we have
different views on what low dose means."
"You're forgiven, my dear," Aro chuckled. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake,"
he said with a wink.
Panting slightly, Benjamin reached down and helped Bill back onto his feet.
"Are you alright, my love?"
Muscles still twitching, Bill jerkily nodded his head. "What the hell was
that?"
"That, William, was just a small sample of what you will feel the next time you
decide to conduct yourself inappropriately in front of my very impressionable
son," Aro warned. "Believe me, Jane can do much worse."
"Why were you kissing, Benjamin?" Harry asked innocently. He was still being
held by Felix, something he normally liked, but right now he was very confused.
He had only ever seen Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kissing, he had never seen
two guys kiss before.
Benjamin was furious that the king had ordered Jane to punish Bill, but he
admitted that they were wrong to act like that in front of Harry. He had just
been so shocked to see Bill here in Volterra that he momentarily forgot
himself.
"I beg your forgiveness, sire," Benjamin apologized. "It won't happen again."
Turning to Harry, he grimaced slightly when he saw how the child was
expectantly staring at him with large innocent eyes. What was he supposed to
tell him? How was he going to explain mates to him?
"Are boys allowed to kiss?" Harry asked cutely.
"If they love each other," Benjamin finally answered.
Pursing his lips, Harry looked at the stranger with orange hair. "Do you love
him? He doesn't have red eyes like us?"
"I love him very much," Benjamin answered honestly. "I didn't mean to kiss him
in front you, that wasn't very nice of me, I just haven't seen him in a very
long time and I was surprised."
Still not sure what to think, Harry nodded his head then wiggled his body until
Felix put him down. With another look at the stranger, he hurried over and
wrapped himself around his Daddy Aro's legs. Strangers made him very nervous.
"Oh to be so young and innocent," Aro sang. "And I would like for him to remain
that way," he hissed, narrowing his eyes at the pair. "We will talk more about
this after my son has gone to bed."
Benjamin looked nervously to Bill. He knew that he had broken one of the
Volturi's rules, he should have turned Bill as soon as he scented him as his
mate, but Bill wasn't ready to be a vampire, at least he hadn't been years ago.
He had wanted to bite him, desperately so, but he wouldn't do it against his
will.
"Harry," Aro said soothingly, "I would like for you to meet William Weasley.
Not only is he your new teacher, but he is also a wizard."
Still clinging to his daddy, Harry's eyes lit up. "Are you the wizard from
Egypt that Benjamin was talking about?"
If he could, Benjamin would be blushing. "Yes, Prince, Bill is the wizard I was
telling you about."
Bill had a million questions, but Sanguine had warned him about upsetting the
kings. The kings didn't have much of a sense of humor and wouldn't for a second
hesitate killing him. He honestly didn't know a whole lot about vampires, but
he knew that creating an immortal child was punishable by death. He had been
expecting to teach an adult newly turned vampire wizard, not a child younger
even than his youngest brother, Ron.
"William," Aro smirked. "I would like you to meet mine, Marcus' and Caius son
and heir, Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter!" Bill choked out in disbelief. Looking back to the child, he
paled when he spotted the famous lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
Aro closely watched the wizard, grinning triumphantly when all the color
drained from the young man's face. Sanguine hadn't been joking when he said
that his son was famous. "We will discuss my son and your duties more after he
has gone to bed. For now, I'm sure Benjamin wouldn't mind showing you to your
room. It is the empty one across the hall from his."
Bill couldn't stop staring at The-Boy-Who-Lived. How the hell did this happen?
How did Harry become a vampire? What did this mean for the Wizarding World?
Numbly nodding his head, he looked to Benjamin and allowed him to lead him out
of the room.
"Oh that was fun!" Aro cackled. "Did you see the look on his face, brothers?"
Sighing, Marcus stood up from his throne and took his young son from his
brother. "The elemental and the wizard are mates, brother, just remember that
Harry needs them both before doing anything foolish this evening. Now, I'm
going to give this one his bath then put him to bed."
"You always take away my fun," Aro pouted playfully. Reaching out, he fondly
ruffled his sleepy son's hair. "I'll be in with your juice soon, my prince."
Blinking tiredly, Harry rested his cheek on Daddy Marcus' shoulder. It had been
a good day, he liked having Benjamin around. Hopefully the new man without the
red eyes would be as nice as Benjamin. He seemed nice and Benjamin really,
really, liked him, so hopefully he would be nice to him too and show him some
really neat wizards magic.
***** Chapter 6 *****
There wasn't supposed to be an update this weekend on any of my fics because I
had nothing ready, but the scene between Alec and Harry popped into my head so
here we are, an update!
 
PLEASE REVIEW!
***HP
 
 
Reclining back against his throne, Aro crossed his legs and smirked down at the
immortal and human that stood before him. He didn't say anything, he just
stared. He loved this, he loved watching as they nervously twitched in
anticipation and fear. Well, the human was twitching anyway, the immortal
elemental was gripping his mate's hand and rubbing his thumb back and forth in
an attempt to offer his human comfort.
It did irk him a bit. While the human was scared, he should have been damn near
pissing himself in fear of him right now, not standing proudly in front of him
with his immortal mate. He could easily kill the red head, and it was in his
right to do so seeing how Benjamin broke one of their laws for him.
"Enough with the dramatics, brother," Caius sighed, his voice heavy with
boredom.
The corner of Aro's mouth pulled up into a grin when the human's heart rate
picked up. Yes, he was a brave young man, but he was also terrified of him.
Good, that was how it was supposed to be. "Benjamin, I assume that you know why
the two of you stand here before me in grave danger. I'm sure that Amun
explained our laws to you after your turning."
Benjamin inclined his head respectively. He knew that he had to tread
carefully, his mate's life depended on it. "I do, my Lord."
"Then please enlighten us," Aro said with a smile as he leaned forward and
rested his chin on his hands.
"I told a human of our existence and didn't kill or turn him," Benjamin
admitted. "But Bill is a Wizard and already had knowledge of our existence."
"There is that," Aro admitted with a pout. In a way Benjamin really hadn't
broken any laws, Bill had already known about the existence of vampires. "But
as your mate you should have turned him."
Benjamin looked anxiously at Bill and gave him a tentative smile. He had missed
him so much,
he had only left him because he had been afraid that Amun would either kill
him, or turn him. Amun was very possessive of him and volatile when angered or
jealous. The only reason why he managed to get away from him now was because
Amun was terrified of the kings...especially Aro.
Bill gave Benjamin's hand a squeeze. "I had intended to have Benjamin turn me
after I settled a few things with my family and work, but Benjamin disappeared
on me and I didn't see him again until now."
"It doesn't work that way," Aro hissed. "You don't get to pick a day and time
for your turning. You are his mate, and as such, he should have bitten you the
minute he scented you."
"And bring the wrath of my family and the Wizarding World down on you?" Bill
snapped. "What do you think would have happened had my family, a magically
powerful family who is extremely close to Albus Dumbledore, found out that I
had been turned against my will?"
Aro grudgingly gave him that one. It was true, the turning of a witch or wizard
against their will could have brought the Ministry down on them. They had a
contract with the Wizarding World stating that they wouldn't bite or turn any
magicals against their will unless it was in self defense.
"I could have your head for this, Benjamin," Aro growled. "I try to be fair and
just to all my subjects, but I don't take kindly to law breakers. We don't ask
much of our subjects and we have very few laws, but the ones we do have are
crucial to our survival. If I let you go unpunished, what kind of message would
I be sending to rest of our kind?"
"Brother," Marcus warned.
"Yes. Yes." Aro sighed in frustration. "Luckily for the two of you my son needs
you."
Standing up, Aro approached the brave red head. "I need you to teach my prince
magic and you can't do that if you are turned. Promise me now that you will
accept Benjamin's bite when you are no longer of use to me, and I won't kill
you where you stand."
Bill nodded his head without hesitation. "I want to be with Benjamin more than
anything. I promise the second Harry has learned all that he can from me I will
happily accept Benjamin's bite.
Aro grabbed the young man's hand so he could read what he was thinking. He was
pleased to find that the wizard spoke the truth. He was so besotted with the
elemental that he didn't even care if the vampire venom burned out his magical
core.
With a smirk, Aro turned to the elemental. "As punishment for breaking the law,
you will serve ten years in my guard."
Benjamin clenched his back teeth tightly. He just got away from one master, the
last thing he wanted was another.
"You will serve your time looking after and teaching my son," Aro added when he
saw how upset the elemental was getting. He also hadn't missed how the
temperature dropped drastically in the room, not that the cold bothered him.
"Harry will be eighteen when you finish your time in my guard, hopefully by
then he will have control of both his elemental, and Wizarding powers."
Knowing that he was getting off lightly, Benjamin bowed in acceptance. He
didn't like being forced to remain here, but he had planned on staying for
Harry anyway. Harry was an amazing child and he wanted to watch as the boy grew
and learned. There was so much that he could teach him about being an
elemental, he wanted him to learn love and embrace his gift, not fear and hate
it like he did his magical powers.
Walking back to his throne, Aro cleared his throat and tuned back to the pair.
"One more thing before you gentlemen retire. What you do behind closed doors is
your business, but my son is innocent and I want him to remain that way. If I
here of anymore displays like earlier in front of my childe, I will let Jane
handle your punishments."
Remembering the pain from earlier, Bill paled. "Yes, sir," he gulped.
"It won't happen again," Benjamin added.
***HP
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Harry swung his legs back and forth as he
watched Alec search through his closet for something for him to wear. Most of
the times it was Alec who dressed him in the mornings, not that he needed help
getting dressed. He was eight, he couldn't totally pick out his own clothes and
dress himself, but he liked the attention and being close to Alec.
"Alec, have you ever kissed a boy before?"
Shocked, Alec dropped the shirt he had just grabbed from the closet. "What? Why
would you ask me that?" he spluttered.
Grabbing Merlin from his pillow, Harry hugged him tight to his chest. "Well, I
saw that new man kiss Benjamin yesterday on the lips and I was curious if you
kissed boys too."
If he could, Alec would be blushing at Harry's innocent question. "No, I have
never kissed a boy before," he admitted.
Still swinging legs, Harry thought quietly for a minute. He hadn't been able to
stop thinking about that kiss, he had even had a dream about it. "Is it wrong
to kiss a boy?"
Groaning, Alec debated on wether or not to call his master in to answer these
questions. These weren't questions that he should be answering, these were
questions that a father should be answering. "It's not wrong to kiss a boy,
Harry," he finally answered feeling flustered. "As long as the boy is ok with
it and wants you to kiss him."
"Then why haven't you kissed a boy before?"
Alec was tempted to run and hide from the too curious little prince. "I haven't
found a boy yet that I want to kiss," he finally answered simply.
Harry chewed on his lips as he thought about his brother's answer. It was still
so odd to him, boys kissing. "Would you rather kiss a girl or a boy?" he asked
curiously.
"Haaaryyyy!" Alec cried desperately. "I can't talk about this stuff with you,
you're too little."
Pouting, Harry looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry, Alec, I didn't mean to be
bad."
Sitting on the bed next to the boy, Alec draped his arm over his shoulder and
pulled him into a one arm hug. "You're not being bad, kiddo, just curious. To
be honest, I don't know much about kissing. I have never kissed anyone before."
Harry smiled shyly up at his brother. "I don't have to kiss a boy, do I?" he
asked, his face scrunching up in disgust.
"No, Harry," Alec chuckled. "If you don't like boys then you don't have to kiss
them."
"Good," Harry sighed with relief. "What about girls, do I have to kiss them? I
really don't like girls either."
"You don't have to kiss girls either," Alec said fondly, his eyes alight with
amusement. Little Harry had to be the most adorable thing ever.
Harry's tense shoulders sagged with relief. "Oh thank god. Kissing looked
pretty icky gross to me," he giggled.
"I thought so too," Alec said with a wink.
"I don't think Benjamin thought it was icky gross," Harry said, his giggling
getting louder.
Laughing, Alec brought his hand up and playfully ruffled the prince's hair. "I
don't think so either. It looked like both him and Bill were enjoying it."
"Enjoying what?"
Gasping, Harry's mouth fell open when he spotted Benjamin and the guy who
kissed him standing in the doorway. Looking up at his brother, they both broke
out into hysterical laughter when their eyes met.
***HP
Benjamin smiled down at the small boy who had his hand in a death grip. "What
has you so scared, little one? I thought that you wanted to learn about magic?"
"I-I do," Harry answered nervously, "but Uncle Ver..."
Benjamin gently placed his hand over the small immortal's mouth. "No more talk
of that vile man," he said, his eyes serious. "He was an evil man so full of
hate that he couldn't see what a gift he had been given when you were left of
his doorstep."
Thanks to Bill, Benjamin now knew Harry's story, at least his story as told in
the Wizarding World. Humans were strange, even when he had been human he had
thought so. How could an entire race of people worship and praise a baby for
supposedly killing a dark wizard? How did Harry even destroy a powerful dark
wizard? It was odd and it didn't make sense to him.
Benjamin stopped outside the door that Aro and his brothers had set up as a
school room for Harry. Bill wasn't only teaching the young prince about magic,
he was also teaching him all the basic school subjects like, reading, writing,
history, science and spelling. A few subjects he was going to have to help with
seeing as Bill was raised in the magical world and was never taught those
subjects, but he was looking forward to it.
"Harry, before we go in, how are you feeling?" Benjamin asked in concern for
his mate. Harry was a newborn, being around humans should be impossible for
him.
Harry tilted his head cutely to the the side. "I feel good. How are you
feeling?"
"I feel good, too," Benjamin chuckled. "Are you hungry? Would you like some
juice before school starts?" Aro had just fed Harry an hour ago, but he wanted
to make sure that he was full and satisfied before allowing him around his very
human and blood filled mate.
"I really like the red juice," Harry said wistfully. "But Daddy Aro just fed me
a little while ago and I was a good boy and drank three big glasses full."
Benjamin eyebrows drew together in worry when he picked up on the confused look
on the boy's face. "Harry's what's bothering you?"
Harry started to nervously clutch at his dragon. "I really, really, love the
red juice, but how come that's all my daddies feed me? Am I being punished for
being bad like how Uncle Vernon punished me? Uncle Vernon always kept food from
me and he never fed me the good stuff when he did feed me, not like the good
stuff he fed Dudley. Smelling Dudley's food always made my mouth water and my
stomach hurt. Am I being punished, is that why I'm not getting the real good
food?"
Benjamin knelt down so he was eye level with the abused childe and placed his
hands on Harry's shoulder. "Your daddies aren't punishing you, little one, they
love you very much. The red juice they feed you is very special and that's all
you need to eat or drink. It's all any of us here eat or drink. Like you, we
once were all very sick and the medicine that saved us made it so all we would
ever need to survive is the red juice."
"Oh," Harry said, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "So we don't need to eat
vegetables or hamburgers anymore?"
"Nope! No more icky broccoli for us," Benjamin said as he pretended to gag.
***HP
Bill was a bit nervous over officially meeting Harry Potter. It wasn't because
he was The- boy-Who-Lived or a newborn vampire, it was because he was a
traumatized little boy who had been severely abused. Sanguine and Benjamin had
filled him in on everything they knew about Harry's home life and he was
terrified of saying or doing something that would upset or scare the little
prince.
As an older brother to five little brothers and a sister, he knew how sensitive
little kids could be and how just one wrong word could set them off. Charlie
and the twins were pretty easy going and most everything rolled of their backs
and Percy always had his head stuck in a book, but Ron and Ginny could be a
handful at times. Ginny was the only girl in the family and very spoiled, and
Ron had anger and jealousy issues. Ron was only eight so he had hope that he
would eventually outgrow his issues.
Bill looked up and smiled when Benjamin walked in with Harry shyly gripping his
hand. It was a bit shocking seeing how tiny he was, especially considering he
was the same age as his brother Ron. "Hello and welcome," he greeted jovially.
Harry stepped behind Benjamin's leg and looked fearfully up at the man with red
hair. Was he really a wizard like Merlin? Uncle Vernon said all freaks were
bad, was he going to hurt him?
Noticing how nervous his mate was, Benjamin gave him a wink. "Harry, I would
like for you to meet Bill, your new teacher."
Harry was still very shy and scared around new people, and this new person
could do magic. Benjamin could do some magical stuff too, but it wasn't the
same type of magic that he always got punished and beat for.
Bill hated that Harry was looking at him with so much fear in his eyes. He had
actually met Harry once before when he was a baby when his parents had brought
him to an order meeting. He remembered how much James and Lily had adored baby
Harry, he was heir entire world. Their death was horrible, but what happened to
Harry after was even worse. No child should ever live in fear, hunger, or pain.
No child deserved to be abused.
Like Benjamin had done earlier, Bill lowered himself to his knees so he would
look less intimidating. "Hello there, Harry, I'm so glad to get to meet you
properly, I didn't get to do so yesterday."
"That's because you were kissing, Benjamin," Harry giggled,
Bill's eyes flashed up to his mate's. "I guess it is hard to meet new friends
when you're kissing someone," he chuckled.
Clutching Benjamin's shirt, Harry took a step to the side so he was no longer
hiding behind him. "You want to be my friend too, like Benjamin?"
"I would love to be your friend," Bill said honestly.
Harry's smile was blinding. "I have never had so many friends before. Back at
my old home I wasn't allowed to have friends, but here everyone wants to be my
friend." Still grinning, Harry turned to Felix who was standing with his back
against the door watching him and gave him a wave.
Smiling was rare for Felix, but with a wave he gave the eight year old a grin.
Even though the prince had Benjamin and now Bill to look after him, the kings
didn't trust them a hundred percent...not without them being bound to them by
Chelsea. The goblins wouldn't allow the kings to bind the red head to them and
the empath was immune to Chelsea's gift. He didn't mind though, he loved
watching over the little prince. He worried about him when he was out of his
sight.
Turning back to his new friend, Harry finally felt comfortable enough to let go
of Benjamin. "Is it true that you're a wizard?"
"I am," Bill admitted proudly. "And I have five little brothers and a little
sister who are also magical too."
"Wow!" Harry gasped. "That's a lot of family. Is everyone as nice as you?"
"I think so, though there are times when we all get on each other's nerves."
Chewing on his bottom lip, a nervous habit that his Daddy Caius was trying to
get him to stop, Harry looked down at his feet before asking, "Do...do you hit
each other?"
"Never!" Bill swore. "I have never hit my siblings and I will never hit you."
"If he did, Prince, I would separate his head from his body and use it as a
ball," Felix said, his eyes darkening at just the thought of someone hitting
the little prince.
Harry didn't like violence, but it made him feel safe knowing that Felix would
protect him. Other than his daddies, he felt the most safe with Felix. No one
would hurt him with big bad Felix around.
"Harry, come take a seat," Bill instructed, pointing to the child size table
and chair.
Harry nervously backed up and grabbed Benjamin's hand. "You're not leaving are
you?" Looking back at Felix he pleaded with his eyes for him to stay too.
"I'm not going anywhere," Felix quickly reassured.
Sighing in relief, Harry looked back up at Benjamin. "Please say you'll stay."
Benjamin was also quick to reassure the small prince. "I'm staying, Harry, I'm
going to help Bill teach you."
Grinning, Harry scurried over to the table and took a seat then placed Merlin
on the seat next to him. "What am I going to learn? I didn't like school very
much before I came here, but that's because everyone was mean to me."
Bill just couldn't understand how anyone could be mean to Harry, he was such a
sweet and loving child. "First I need to know what you already know."
"Are you going to teach me magic?" Harry asked, equally scared and excited at
the thought.
"Each day I will teach you something about magic and demonstrate it for you,
but you are still far too young to do too much magic. Plus, you need a wand in
order to do magic."
Frowning, Harry looked over at Merlin. "I didn't have a wand when I made Merlin
fly out of Jane's hands."
"That's because you were using accidental magic," Bill explained patiently.
"Accidental magic happens when you're really upset, scared, or happy. Children
your age aren't strong enough to use and direct their magic without a wand.
Hell...heck," he quickly corrected, Aro having warned him about cursing in
front of his son, "most adult witches and wizards can't perform magic without a
wand. A wand helps us focus and direct out magic."
Harry watched raptly as Bill pulled out his wand and started turning it over in
his hand. "It looks like fancy stick." he said, not impressed with the wand at
all.
Smirking, Bill pointed his wand at a stack of books. "Can a fancy stick do
this? Leviosa!"
Harry nervously rung his hands as he stared at the floating books. Seeing magic
shouldn't be scaring him, not after watching Benjamin do amazing things, but
Bill's magic was different. Bills magic was the type of magic that caused his
uncle to hit him over and over and over again until he couldn't breath. It was
his freak magic that made him steal Gregory Jordan's lunch...his delicious
looking cheeseburger. He didn't mean to do it, he had just been so hungry and
wanted a burger of his own.
Felix quickly swooped in and scooped the young prince up and held him tightly
to his chest when he saw how upset he was getting. Seeing the wizard perform
magic had caused Harry to have a flashback, a horrible one by the look on his
face.
"Easy, my prince, I have you. You're safe with me," Felix reassured as he
rubbed Harry's trembling back.
"I didn't mean to do it!" Harry wailed as he clawed desperately at Felix's
back. "I didn't mean to steal Gregory's cheeseburger. Please don't hit me, I'll
be a good boy. I don't want to die!"
Holding tightly to the thrashing and hysterical boy, Felix looked to Benjamin.
"Get the kings and Alec. Now!" he roared.
Pale and in shock, Bill watched as his mate disappeared out of the room in a
blink. What the hell just happened? What did he do to upset Harry so badly? All
he had done was a simple levitation spell. It was one of the first spells first
years learned in Charms class.
Aro and the other two kings were in the room and hovering frantically over
Felix and Harry before Bill could even take three deep calming breaths. He
didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified that Aro was going to punish him
for upsetting Harry.
Benjamin rushed to his mate and pulled him into a hug. "The prince will be
alright, you didn't do anything wrong."
When Aro couldn't calm his hysterical son down, he looked to Alec who was
hovering anxiously behind him. "Put him to sleep,"
"Master?" Alec questioned. His gift was sensory deprivation and he could put
Harry to sleep, but he would have to cut off all his senses first and that
would terrify his little brother.
"Obey me!" Aro snapped.
Nodding his head, Alec focused on his little brother who was now in Master
Marcus' arms crying hysterically and beating at his master's chest trying to
get away. He didn't want to scare him, but he hated seeing him this upset.
Harry had suffered a few set backs since his turning, like when he ran and hid,
but this was by far the worst. He wondered what happened to set his little
brother off?
Aro grabbed his son's hand seconds before Alec put him to sleep so he could
read what he was thinking and see for himself what happened. He didn't want to
kill anyone, not today at least, but both Benjamin and William were replaceable
if one of them were the cause of his son's meltdown. He knew it wasn't Felix,
his large guard worshipped the ground his son walked on.
"The poor childe," Marcus said sadly when his son went limp in his arms.
Caius turned to the two newcomers, his eyes dangerously black. "What did you
do?" he asked dangerously, his fangs pushing through him gums.
Looking sadly down at his sleeping son, Aro placed a firm hand on his brother.
"Easy, Caius, it wasn't their fault. Harry reacted badly to Bill using magic.
The spell triggered a flashback of the last time he used magic as human and of
when his uncle beat him to death. They are not to blame."
"I have been waiting for something like this to happen," Felix said heavily.
"Explain," Aro ordered, giving his largest guard a perplexed look. Before
Harry, he never realized how smart Felix was. Yes, the man was a genius when it
came to planning and strategizing, but he had never shown any kind people
skills or knowledge of the way they thought. On a normal day you were lucky to
get five words out of him.
Without thinking, Felix reached out and ran his fingers through the childe's
soft raven hair. "The prince has had a few meltdowns since his turning, but he
never properly dealt with what his uncle did to him. The man literally beat him
to death, that kind of traumatic experience just isn't going to go away on it's
on. That beating, his death, was brought on by using magic, magic that the
wizard just showed him. This violent of a meltdown was due to eventually
happen."
"Who are you and what have you done with the Felix I have known for the past
few centuries?" Aro said impressed. "You are full of surprises, my old friend."
Realizing that he was practically petting the prince, Felix cleared his throat
and stepped back in embarrassment. If he were human, he would be blushing right
now.
Aro leaned in and kissed his son on the forehead. "Brother, put him down for a
nap. We'll let him him wake naturally and then we'll have a talk with him."
Sanguine approached the eldest Weasley boy who he could see was still upset.
"It wasn't your fault, William, Harry has suffered greatly. You see now why
it's so important for you to teach him. Do you know what can happen to a young
witch or wizard who suppresses their magic out of fear and abuse?"
Wide eyed, Bill turned to Sanguine. "You don't think Harry could develop an
Obscurus do you?" He had heard of them of course, but they were very rare and
there hadn't been an Obscurial since the 1920's that he knew of.
"I think it's a very real possibility," Sanguine answered gravely. "I'm
honestly surprised that it hasn't happened already. I have been around for a
long time, William, I have never seen a young magical child as abused as
Harry."
With a heavy heart, Aro approached the delicious smelling human. "I hope this
little incident hasn't frightened you off."
"No, Lord Aro," Bill answered without hesitation. "I want to help Harry."
"I still can't tell if you're incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid," Aro said
with a smirk.
"Neither can I," Bill mumbled numbly.
***HP
Marcus pulled the cover up and tucked his little son in. "Sleep well, my young
one. You shouldn't have any nightmares since Alec put you to sleep."
Straightening up, he turned to Felix who was standing guard at the door. Felix
was always watching over Harry.
Felix shifted a bit nervously under the king's intense gaze. Marcus tended to
stare a lot at people because he was looking at the bonds they shared with
others, but he had known the king long enough that he shouldn't be studying
his.
Eyes refocusing, Marcus smiled at the guard. "You handled Harry well, thank you
for being there for him."
Felix bowed respectively. "Even if Aro hadn't ordered me to do so, I would
still be looking after and keeping the prince safe. He's a very special little
boy."
"That he is," Marcus agreed.
"It's going to take time and patience, but he will get better and learn to love
his magic," Felix said confidently with a soft smile on his face.
"And you'll be there to help him and keep him safe?"
"As long as I'm not ordered away from him," Felix grimaced at the thought.
"And if you are?" Marcus asked curiously.
Felix's eyes flicked back to the bed where the prince was sleeping soundly,
tear tracks staining his sweet face. "I-I don't know, my lord," he answered
hesitantly. "I just feel..."
"It's alright, my friend," Marcus interrupted, he could see that the thought of
defying his kings was troubling him. "Harry is our heir and prince, his safety
and happiness is our number one concern. There is no guard in the Volturi that
we would trust more with his safety than you. I'm not saying that you won't be
called away on business, but you won't be pulled permanently from him."
Felix relaxed at hearing that. Harry may not have been here long, but he felt
an almost uncontrollable need to protect him.
***HP
Bill was still feeling a bit shook up when Benjamin escorted him back to his
room. He still couldn't get Harry's violent reaction to his magic out of his
head.
Pushing his mate onto his bed, Benjamin started to slowly undress him. "It
wasn't your fault Bill. Harry has been hurt so terribly bad, he just needs
time."
Bill closed his eyes and forced himself to relax as his mate took care of him.
This was really their first time alone together since he arrived the day
before. "Why did you disappear on me? I searched everyday for you up until the
goblins pulled me out of Egypt to offer me the job here. Did I do something to
upset you?"
Benjamin pulled his mate's shirt over his head, his eyes drinking in his
perfection. Not a day had gone by in the past two years that he hadn't thought
about Bill. "Amun, my sire, is a very jealous man and he didn't approve of you.
I defied him for as long as I dared, but I was afraid that he would kill you."
Bill curled his arms around Benjamin and tugged him down so his upper half was
laying on his chest. "We could have ran away together."
Snuggling into Bill's embrace, Benjamin started running his hand softly around
his mate's impressive abs. "You would have had to given up everything for me,
Bill, including your family. I couldn't ask that of you. Had you agreed to my
bite I would have ran with you, but as a human you were just too vulnerable."
Bill wasn't mad at Benjamin for leaving him, just deeply hurt. He loved
Benjamin with every fiber of his being, him leaving felt equivalent to having
his heart ripped out. He knew Benjamin was a powerful elemental, but he also
knew that Benjamin abhorred violence. He once told him that after his turning
he had pleaded with his maker to kill him because he couldn't bring himself to
kill people. Of course Amun had refused, but he then convinced him to feed from
people who didn't deserve to live, like murders, rapists, pedophiles, and other
humans with black souls walking the plant. Killing still wasn't easy for
Benjamin, but he killed his prey swiftly and only fed when he absolutely had
to.
"Why now? Why after all this time did you decide to finally leave Amun?"
"Harry," Benjamin grinned fondly. "Aro heard about me and he sent Demetri,
another one of Amun's children who Aro had stolen centuries ago, to acquire me
to help guide Harry. I was immune to Chelsea's gift of bond manipulation, but I
was curious about Harry and wanted to meet him. See, Amun may be very old and
powerful in his own right, but he is terrified of Aro. I had thought about in
the past seeking out the Volturi, but Amun had told me horror stories about
them. I don't think Amun was completely wrong about the king's, but they adore
Harry and so do I."
"You do realize that you're going to have to accept my bite when you are no
longer of use to Aro? He won't hesitate to kill you if you refuse."
Smirking, Bill rolled over so he was pinning Benjamin under him. "I had already
planned on accepting your bite, but you disappeared before I got the chance to
tell you. I just wanted to spend that last Christmas with my parents to feel
them out to see how they would accept me as a vampire and to tell my brother
Charlie whom I'm very close to. This may sound heartless, but I can live
without my family. I can't live without you."
Smiling up at his mate, Benjamin motioned to the door with his chin. "Can you
ward the door? I don't want everyone to hear what we are about to do in here."
Bill eagerly pulled out his wand and cast the strongest ward that he knew. "And
what exactly are we about to do in here?" He purred seductively
With a smirk, Benjamin flipped Bill so fast that it left his head spinning. Now
on top, he started to grind his hard cock against Bill's. "I know it's been two
years, but have you already forgotten how I can make you scream. If I recall
correctly, last time we were together you blacked out."
Bill groaned as he remembered the last time they were together. "That wasn't
fair, that was illegal use of vines."
Benjamin wagged his eyebrows up and down. "Just the perks of being mated to an
elemental. I didn't hear you complaining when the vines pushed..."
Bill lurched forward and claimed his mate's lips, biting harshly down on his
lower lip. "Are we going to talk all night and reminisce, or are you going to
fuck me?"
Not needing to be asked twice, Benjamin tore off Bill's pants with his vampire
strength knowing that he could magically repair them.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Kind of a filler chapter, but I think after this we will see a bit of a time
skip.
PLEASE REVIEW!
***HP
 
"How do you not break him in half or accidentally tear off a limb?"
Scowling, Benjamin stopped walking and turned his attention onto the tracker.
In a way, Demetri was his brother, Amun was both their sire's. "Excuse me?" me
asked, having an idea what the older vampire was asking, but wanting him to
clarify it anyway.
"You know what I'm talking about?" Demetri said with a smirk. "Fucking your
human. How do you not break him?"
Even though he had showered, Benjamin knew that the other immortals would be
able to scent his mate all over him. Last night had been a long and very
pleasurable night for the two of them. They had two years of being apart to
make up for, and make up for it they had tried. Unfortunately with Bill still
being human they had to stop after the forth round, Bill had just been too
exhausted to go a fifth time.
"Bill is my mate, I would never hurt him."
"Yeah, but how do you not lose yourself in the moment?" Demetri asked honestly
curious. "He's human and easily breakable. Not to mention he smells fucking
Devine."
Benjamin could admit that he had been nervous the first time he had sex with
Bill for the exact reasons Demetri pointed out. He was so very strong and Bill
so very human, it wouldn't have taken much him to hurt or accidentally kill
him.
"I don't lose myself," Benjamin pointed out. "I can't. Bill is my mate, my
everything, I can't hurt him."
"I didn't even know it was possible for us to have sex with humans. Not that I
would ever lower myself to do something as disgusting as pleasuring a human,"
Demetri quickly added. "But I guess you learn something new everyday."
Shaking his head, Benjamin turned and continued on his way. He had to collect
Harry again for school, hopefully today would go better than yesterday. Harry's
reaction to magic had really frightened and upset his mate.
***HP
Harry was sitting on his bed with his legs crossed and chin resting on Merlin.
He wasn't doing anything, just staring at the wall deep in thought. Alec had
just left after picking out his clothes and now he was waiting on Benjamin to
walk him to school. He wanted to learn, he liked learning, but the magic part
really scared him. Feeling his bed dip, he looked to see Felix sitting next to
him.
"One as young as yourself shouldn't be sporting such a serious expression,"
Felix said kindly.
Harry's little forehead crinkled up in confusion. "I don't know what that
means," he said softly.
Smiling fondly, Felix reached out with two fingers and gently placed them at
the corners of the prince's lips and forced his frown into a smile. "It means,
my prince, that a young boy like yourself shouldn't be looking so sad, you
should be smiling and laughing."
Grabbing Felix's hand, Harry hugged it to his chest. "I am happy, honest, but
I'm also scared."
"What could possibly have you so scared with me around? You know that I would
never let anything bad happen to you."
Harry looked nervously around the room as if he was expecting his uncle to step
out from the shadows. "M-Magic," he stuttered out with a shudder.
Felix had known what the prince was scared of, but he had wanted the boy to say
the word out loud. Pushing his hand flat against Harry's non beating heart he
gave the young boy a soft smile. "Prince, your magic comes from here, from
inside of you. Magic is in your blood, your heart, and even your soul. You are
magic, Harry. You shouldn't be frightened of your magic, you should embrace
it."
"But Uncle Ver..."
"No, prince," Felix said stopping the prince from saying that vile man's name.
"He was wrong. You're not a freak and your magic doesn't make you bad. He was
bad, what he did to you was not only wrong, but also against the law. Your
magic is wonderful and I can't wait until you learn how to use it. I'm sure
there will be a lot of amazing and wonderful things that you will be able to do
with your magic."
"Do you really think so?" Harry asked hopefully. He liked being a good boy and
doing good things.
"Did your magic not help you save Merlin from Jane?"
Looking down at his dragon, Harry nodded his head. "But my magic also stole
Gregory Jordan's lunch and stealing is very bad."
Felix lifted the prince's chin so he was once again looking at him. "Tell me
what happened. I bet your magic had a reason for taking Gregory Jordan's
lunch."
"I was so hungry," Harry cried brokenly, a tear falling from his eye. "I was
sitting there in the lunch room watching as all the other kids ate their yummy
lunches and I was wishing that I had a lunch too. My aunt and uncle hadn't fed
me in days and Gregory Jordan's burger looked so delicious. I didn't mean to
steal it, his plate just appeared in front of me like..."
"Magic?" Felix finished, his long dead heart breaking for the small boy. What
he wouldn't give to be able to kill that fat bastard again. "Don't you see,
prince, your magic wasn't being bad, it was helping you. You were starving and
hadn't eaten in days, your magic was just trying to help by giving you food."
"I guess," Harry reluctantly admitted. He wanted to believe Felix, but stealing
was wrong.
"I know of another time when your magic helped you," Felix said, vividly
remembering the night that the little prince came into their lives.
Wide eyed, Harry looked up at his large guard. "You do?"
Felix inclined his head. "It was the night we found you. You see, your daddies,
myself, Demetri, Alec, and Jane had been out hunting when we heard your cries.
We were so very, very far away that there was no way we could have heard you if
your magic hadn't helped. Your magic sought us out and made it so we could hear
you and come to your aid."
"Really!" Harry gasped.
Felix again inclined his head. He wasn't lying to the prince, there should have
been no way that they heard him from that distance, even with their heightened
vampire senses. He had thought about it a lot and even talked it over with his
masters, Harry's magic must have reached out to them that night for help. At
the time none of them gave any thought to how they heard the child crying from
such a long distance, but now it made sense.
"We were the only ones in the area that could help you, prince, so your magic
reached out to us. Your magic saved your life."
"Wow!" Harry said breathlessly. "I didn't know that."
Getting to his feet, Felix easily lifted the prince in the air and gave him a
little toss before setting him on his feet. The little one's giggles was like
music to his ears. "Don't you think maybe you should give your magic a chance?
You didn't know it at the time, but your magic has been helping you all along.
You need to forget about what those horrible people said to you and start
listening to what your daddies and everyone else here are telling you. We're
only trying to help you. We want you to grow up happy and strong."
Harry reached out and grabbed Felix's large hand. "I'll try to give my magic a
chance, but only if you stay with me in school."
"It would be my honor, prince," Felix said with a wink.
***HP
Bill smiled softly when Harry walked into the school room holding hands with
his mate and the very large and intimidating guard. The boy looked absolutely
tiny between the two older vampires. He couldn't remember Ronnie ever being
that size, not even at five. It wasn't just his height either, everything about
Harry was small and delicate looking. It was amazing that his frail body
survived the violent vampire transformation.
"Good morning, Harry."
Harry looked shyly down at his feet. "Good morning..." Frowning, he looked back
up at his teacher. "What am I supposed to call you? At my last school Ms.
Baxter was my teacher and we had to call her Ms. Baxter. The Headmaster at my
school was Mr. Arnold and we had to call him Mr. Arnold. Am I supposed to call
you something special?"
"That's a very good question, Harry. What should you call me?" Bill asked
thoughtfully. "I bet I'm not as old as Mr. Arnold and Ms. Baxter, so how about
you just call me Bill?"
"You're not as mean as them either," Harry added softly.
Bill's eyes flicked to the large vampire when he heard him growl softly. It was
plain to see that the man adored the little prince. He felt sorry for anyone
stupid enough to mess with Harry with him around. He briefly wondered what was
going to happen when Harry turned eleven and his Hogwarts letter was sent out.
Would he even get one since now he was technically dead? He couldn't see the
king's allowing Harry to attend, not without his giant of a guard anyway.
"Well I can promise that I'll never be mean to you, but I can't promise that I
won't be strict." Bill explained as he led Harry to his chair. "I'm sure there
will come a time where you won't want to do a math problem or take a test, but
I will insist that you do. It's not because I'm being mean, I just want you to
learn everything that you can."
"That's ok," Harry grinned. "I understand that."
After Harry was settled in his seat, Bill took a seat across from him so he
could ask him questions and learn what he knew. Harry was eight so he should
know how to read and write, but he had come from an abusive home where he
wasn't allowed to do better than his cousin and where he hadn't had a caring
adult that would sit down and help him with his school work.
In the end it turned out that Harry could read and write pretty well for his
age, but his spelling was pretty bad. Math could use some work, but he was only
slightly behind his brother Ron. With how eager Harry was to learn, he had no
doubt that Harry would be surpassing his brother in no time. His other subjects
were about where you expected an eight year old to be, but Harry had a passion
for animals and knew a lot about them for someone his age.
After three hours of going over what Harry knew, Bill handed him a notebook
with ten spelling words that he wanted him to memorize and a book for him to
take back to his room to read. "If you need any help reading that book or with
your words, I'm sure you can ask you daddies."
Harry eagerly flipped through the book looking at all the pretty and colorful
pictures. He had never been allowed to take a book home from school, even
though all the other kids were allowed to take books from the library. Dudley
had ruined three books he had taken out when he was six and he was never
allowed to take out anymore after that. He hadn't even gotten a chance to take
the books home, Dudley had ripped them up as soon as they got back to the
classroom. The book Bill gave was about an owl and he couldn't wait to get back
to his room to read it, even though he could already see that there were some
words that he didn't know.
"I will also help you, my prince," Felix offered.
Still grinning, Harry jumped up and hugged the man, completely taking Felix by
surprise.
Benjamin squeezed his mate's hand, relieved to see that the lesson was going
extremely well. They hadn't broached the topic of magic yet, but at least Harry
now seemed much more comfortable with Bill.
He was surprised to see what an excellent teacher his mate was and how amazing
he was with Harry. Bill was a curse breaker, one of the best at his age, he
hadn't expected his mate to take so well to teaching, not after the dangerous
and exciting life he had been living in Egypt. He knew that Bill loved the
adrenaline rush that came with curse breaking.
Still reeling from the hug the prince had given him, Felix gave him a gentle
shove back towards his chair. How could such a small little immortal affect him
the way Harry did? He had never cared much about kids before Harry, not even
when he had been human. What was it about the childe that drew him in and made
him want to make him smile and protect him from everything?
Harry was so excited that he didn't want to sit back down, but he also didn't
want to be a bad boy. He was getting to take a book back to his room and there
was no Dudley to rip it up and get him in trouble.
Bill could tell that Harry was having a hard time containing himself, he was
literally vibrating in his seat. Not wanting to lose him after having a
wonderful three hours, Bill walked to his desk and pulled something out.
"Harry, since you have been so good today, why don't we go outside for a little
break? I have a surprise for you."
Harry looked to Felix for permission before taking the gift from his teacher.
He wasn't use to getting gifts and, while he was excited over it, it also made
him feel a bit awkward. Opening the small box, he cried out in shock when
something gold with silver wings shot out and started flying around his head.
Felix tensed, ready to strike, but relaxed when he saw that the strange object
wasn't hurting his prince. Narrowing his eyes, he glared at the wizard, a
warning that the next time he pulled something like that he would have to deal
with him.
Bill chuckled nervously at the look the vampire was giving him. "I didn't mean
to scare you, Harry, but that there is a Golden Snitch. In the magical world we
play a game called, Quidditch, and the Golden Snitch is one of the balls used.
It's wicked fast and almost impossible to find when it's zooming around, but if
your team catches the snitch, you win a 150 points and the game ends. That 150
points more than likely will win the game for your team."
"It's awesome!" Harry cried as he watched the flying ball zoom around him.
"The person on the team who catches the snitch is called the, seeker," Bill
continued to explain. "My brother Charlie was one of the best seekers Hogwarts
has ever seen. He was so good that professional teams wanted him, but he loved
his dragons too much to become a professional quidditch player. He's now living
and working on a dragon sanctuary in Romania."
Mouth dropping open, Harry tore his eyes off of the little flying ball to look
back at his teacher. "Dragons! Dragons are real?"
"Dragons a very much real," Bill chuckled at the look Harry was giving him.
"Did you hear that?" Harry cried loudly, turning in his seat to see Felix.
"Bill said that dragons are real?"
Trying not to show how Harry's loud voice had hurt his sensitive hearing, Felix
inclined his head. "I heard that, my prince."
"Do you think maybe someday I'll get to see a real live dragon?"
Felix doubted that the king's would let their heir anywhere near a dragon, and
he knew that he sure as hell wouldn't, but he didn't want to wipe that smile
off his prince's face. "Possibly, my prince." He answered vaguely.
"He's going to be dreaming about dragons now," Benjamin chuckled.
Still reeling from the shock that dragons were real, Harry turned his attention
back to the flying ball. Seeing it hovering within reach, he swiftly reached
out and captured it before it could zoom away.
Bill gave an impressive whistle. "You're fast, Harry. I bet you would make an
excellent seeker. You know, your father, James Potter was on the school
quidditch team too."
"My dad was?" Harry asked softly. He didn't know much about his real parents,
just a few things that his daddy Aro and Mr. Sanguine told him.
Bill nodded his head. "Lets go outside with your snitch and I'll tell you what
I know."
***HP
Aro shifted so his childe was sleeping more comfortably in his arms. After
spending an hour chasing the magical ball around, he had fallen asleep on his
lap during his afternoon feeding. "Did you teach him any magic today?" he asked
of the human.
"Not yet, my lord, I was hoping to after he was done feeding," Bill answered
respectably. Aro technically may not be his lord yet, but in a few short years
he would be. There was no getting out of him being turned, not that he wanted
to. He loved Benjamin and never wanted to leave him...not even in death.
Aro lovingly caressed his childe's cheek. "I was thinking, is there a spell
that will turn his eyes back to the beautiful green they were before my venom
turned them red? He was extremely distressed when he first saw his red eyes."
Bill pursed his lips in thought. "I don't know of a permanent spell that would
do that, but there is one that I know that will last a few days and that can be
re cast. If he was that upset over the loss of his green eyes, maybe magic
turning them back will help him overcome his fear of magic?"
"That's what I'm hoping," Aro sighed. "I don't want my childe turning into an
Obscurial."
"That would be tragic," Bill agreed. "Harry is very powerful, I can sense that
already, I would hate to think what would happen if an Obscurus took control of
him."
Aro watched as the human started to fidget nervously. It wasn't like William to
fidget, even when scared of him. "What is bothering you, young one?"
Bill found it odd to be called young one, especially by a man that looked only
a few years older than him. Then again, Aro was probably hundreds of years old.
"I was just curious, what are you going to do about the magical world? Harry is
very famous in my world, when word gets out that he is missing they will search
for him."
"Yes," Aro grinned cockily. "And what do you suppose I should do?"
"I..." Bill looked around at all the vampires that were gathered in the throne
room not wanting to upset any of them. "Not to be disrespectful, my lord, but
the Wizarding World views vampires as extremely dark and dangerous creatures. I
would hate to see Harry treated badly just because he is an immortal."
"I think I'm starting to like you, young William," Aro smirked. "You speak your
mind even though you know it could get you killed. You are right though, the
Wizarding World would treat him badly for being an immortal, your people have
always discriminated against our kind."
"Harry is my heir, my son, and I have no plans of sending him to that wizarding
school of yours. He is a vampire and he belongs here where he will be pampered
and adored and not shunned for being different."
"And if they find him?"
"If they find him and attempt to take him then all peace treaties will become
void and my people will get to feast once again on magical blood." Aro said
simply.
Bill expected that answer, but if still sent a cold chill racing down his
spine. His parents were loyal followers of Dumbledore, they would walk into
Volterra on his orders without considering the dangers. As far as they were
concerned the man was the next Merlin and could do no wrong.
"I do not want a war with your people," Aro reassured. "But I will not allow
them to take my son. They abandoned him in a abusive home where he was
literally beat to death, they lost any claim to Harry Potter, their Boy-Who-
Lived."
"He's not alive any longer," Alec mumbled from where he was standing behind his
master's chair.
Aro tilted his head back and smirked up at his childe. "You are right, my
childe. Why don't you take your brother and put him to bed? He can return to
his studies after he wakes."
Bill watched as the vampire teen carried Harry out of the room. He didn't know
what he was going to do, or what he could even do, but he had to find a way to
make sure that Dumbledore and the Ministry didn't find Harry. He didn't know
what he would do if it came down to his family, or Benjamin.
That wasn't true, Bill did know what he would do. It tore at his soul to admit,
even just to himself, but he would chose Benjamin over his family. He dearly
loved his family, especially Charlie whom he shared a close and special bond
with, but Benjamin was his soul mate.
***HP
Bill waited for Harry to stop yawning before he continued. The prince had
napped for three hours and now they were back in the school room getting ready
to discuss magic again. He was a bit nervous, but he was hoping that the eye
color changing spell would help the prince see that magic wasn't bad.
"M'sorry," Harry mumbled when he yawned again.
Benjamin still couldn't get over the fact that Harry slept. No one really
understood how or why Harry still slept, but Sanguine had a theory. A
developing magical core took a lot out of a young witch or wizard and sleep was
very important in regenerating the body and the core. Even adult witches and
wizards who used too much magic and came close to draining their core were
known to sleep for over forty eight hours while their core regenerated. This
was just a theory of Sanguine's, but everyone was curious to see if Harry
stopped sleeping once he reached his maturity at the age of seventeen.
Bill once again took a seat across from Harry. Keeping a close eye on the young
prince, he pulled out his wand and placed it on the table between the two of
them. He wanted Harry to get use to seeing a wand, to get comfortable being
around one. He was still too young for a wand of his own, but with his extreme
fear of magic, everything was going to be baby steps.
Tensing at seeing the magical wand, Harry shifted in his seat and looked to
Felix for comfort. He wanted to be big and strong and not be afraid of magic,
but it was so hard. The fear of magic had literally been beat into him.
At seeing the fear in his young prince's eyes, Felix approached the table and
took a seat next to the trembling boy. Not saying anything, he just smiled
warmly at him and inclined his head. He wanted his prince to know that he was
safe with him there, that he wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt him...not
even magic.
Harry took a deep breath, he felt a bit better with Felix so close to him. He
wished that he was as big and as strong as Felix, no one would hurt him if he
was...not even Uncle Vernon.
"I want to apologize for scaring you yesterday," Bill started off. "See, I was
raised in a home where magic was everywhere, and I forgot how scary magic can
be to someone who isn't use to seeing it. My mom used magic for everything,
from washing the dishes, to knitting us sweaters. Magic was an everyday part of
my life."
"I-I'm sorry, too," Harry said shamefully. "I shouldn't have acted that way."
"You, Harry, have nothing to be sorry for," Bill stressed. "Not only were you
not raised around magic, but you were also raised in a home where magic was
considered a bad word and where you were punished severely for accidental
magic."
"Did you do accidental magic when you were a kid?" Harry asked nervously.
"All magical children experience bouts of accidental magic. We actually
celebrate accidental magic, especially the very first time it happens."
"How old were you the first time?" Felix asked curiously. He found magic
fascinating and he wanted to learn what he could so he could help his young
prince.
"I was young enough that I don't remember," Bill chuckled, "but my mother loves
retelling childhood stories. She said the I was two the first time she
witnessed my first bout. Most kids do something simple like levitating their
bottle to them or a favorite stuffed animal, but me being the adventurous
little boy that I was, magically opened the door so I could go back outside to
play after my mother had just brought me in kicking and screaming."
Harry had been sitting quietly in his seat hanging off of Bill's every word.
"You're mom didn't get mad at you for being bad?"
"I wasn't being bad, Harry, I was just a little boy who didn't know any better
and who wanted to go back outside and play with the gnomes in the garden. And
to answer your question, my mom wasn't mad at me. She was so happy that I had
magic that she contacted my father at work to tell him and that night she made
me all my favorite foods for dinner."
Benjamin had also been listening to the story with interest, picturing what an
adorable little boy his mate had to have been. "Did she let you go back outside
and play after you opened the door."
Bill snorted. "My mom may have been proud of me, but that didn't mean that she
was going to let me get away with disobeying her. I wasn't punished," he
quickly added when he saw Harry's eyes widen. "She just magically shut the door
and warded it so I couldn't open it again. My mom is a great mother, but once
she says no to something, she means it."
Looking to his little prince, Felix couldn't help but wonder what his first
bout of accidental magic was. Did it happen while still living with his loving
parents who would have praised him and celebrated that special milestone, or
had he been living with his relatives who would have beaten him for something
that he couldn't control? Every time he thought of those vile people his gums
ached from his fangs wanting burst through his gums and tear out their throats.
Bill couldn't help but notice how the large vampire's eyes started to darken.
He knew that that was a sign of them needing to feed, or extreme anger or lust.
His first thought was not of his own safety, but that of Harry's who was
sitting less than an arms length of the powerful vampire. He didn't think that
Felix would hurt the boy, he seemed to adore him, but vampires were extremely
unpredictable.
Closing his eyes, Felix leaned in towards his prince, taking in his unique and
intoxicating scent. Just smelling the childe helped calm his anger. There was
nothing he could do about the little one's past, all he could do now was make
sure that no one ever hurt him again. If anyone even so much as looked at Harry
wrong he would tear them into a million pieces.
Grabbing his wand, Bill clenched it tightly and subtly pointed it at the
dangerous vampire. He didn't want to alert Harry to the possible problem and
frighten him, but he didn't like how the vampire was getting closer to the
small boy.
Slowly inhaling the prince's scent one more time and holding it, Felix savored
it as he felt his body relax once again and his anger leave his body. Opening
his eyes, he was surprised to find a wand pointed at him. With a smirk, he
inclined his head at the ginger to let him know that he was once again in
control. He should be furious that the wizard had threatened him, but he had
only done so in fear of the prince's safety. He would never lose control with
the prince and hurt him, but he was relieved to see that the wizard was willing
to protect him, even from a vampire that could easily knock his head off his
shoulders with just one punch.
Bill released the breath he had been holding when he saw the vampire's eyes
return to their deep red color. Magic didn't work well against vampires, but
that wouldn't have stopped him from trying had Felix attacked Harry. He didn't
doubt for a second that he would have been killed, even with Benjamin there to
help him him, but he wasn't the type to sit back and watch as an innocent was
being hurt.
Clearing his throat, Bill focused back on Harry who was clueless of what had
just happened. "Your daddy Aro was telling me that you miss your beautiful
green eyes."
Pouting slightly, Harry nodded his head. "Even the people who hated me always
said that I had beautiful eyes. I wish that I could have them back, but daddy
Aro said that the medicine that saved my life turned my eyes red for good."
"For good, huh?" Bill said scratching his head. "Well, I'll have you know, I
just so happen to know a charm that will make your eyes look green again. It's
not permanent, but if you like it I can cast it on you again and again until
you're old enough to do it yourself."
"Really?!" Harry cried loudly in excitement. "You can really give me my green
eyes back?"
Having already discussed this with his mate, Bill nodded his head. "Would you
like me to demonstrate it on Benjamin?"
Harry spun around in his chair so he could see his friend. "Please!"
"Anything for you," Benjamin chuckled. Walking around the table so he was next
to his mate, Benjamin knelt down beside him. This wouldn't be the first time
Bill used his magic on him, but all the other times had been in a more
pleasurable way.
"What color would you like your eyes?" Bill asked huskily. He loved seeing
Benjamin on his knees in front of him.
"Before I had to take the medicine that turned my eyes red, my eyes had been a
boring dark brown. How about a bright blue?"
Felix's dead heart melted even more when his prince reached out and grabbed his
hand in his excitement. He didn't even think the little one realized that he
was holding his hand, he was too focused on the wizard and the elemental.
Looking to Benjamin, Bill smirked when he remembered the last time he used
magic on his mate. Benjamin wasn't the only one who could use his powers in a
very pleasurable, and probably illegal in most countries, way.
"You won't feel a thing," Bill said as he cleared his throat. His face flushed
knowing that the three vampires in the room had probably picked up on his
arousal and increased heart rate, not that Harry would understand what it
meant.
Nodding his head, Benjamin gave him permission to cast the spell.
Felix raised his eyebrows when his little prince squeezed his hand tight enough
to break it had he been human. Other than his eyes being red and him feeding
from blood, Harry hadn't exhibited too many typical vampire traits.
After the spell had been cast, Benjamin blinked his eyes rapidly a few times
then turned to the childe. "Well, how do I look?"
Gasping, Harry lunged to his feet. "They're blue!" he cried loudly. "Your eyes
are blue!"
Bill exhaled loudly and his shoulders relaxed when Harry didn't have another
meltdown. He had been dreading showing him magic again. "Would you like to be
next?"
Harry started to chew on his lips as he looked nervously between the magical
wand in Bill's hand and Benjamin's bright blue eyes. "Did it hurt?" He asked
his friend timidly.
"Didn't feel a thing," Benjamin grinned.
Harry really wanted his pretty green eyes back, but he was scared of having
magic used on him.
"You don't have to decide now, prince," Felix said, reaching out to the
trembling boy.
Harry clung to Felix like a lifeline. "Can I sit on Felix's lap?" Even though
he was terrified, he really wanted this. He had once overheard his aunt say
that he had his mommy's eyes and he like the thought of having something of his
mommy's
Felix hefted the slight child onto his lap when the wizard nodded his head.
"Just relax, little one, this won't hurt. You have nothing to fear."
Harry fearfully dug his fingers into his guard's arms. "O-Ok, I'm ready."
"Green eyes coming right up," Bill announced playfully in hopes of relaxing
Harry. Not wanting to drag it out longer, he flicked his wand and performed the
spell.
Harry had expected pain to burst behind his eyes, but all he felt was a slight
tingling. Turning in his guard's arms, he wrapped his arms around Felix's neck
and stared hopefully up at him. "Did it work? Are my eyes beautiful again?"
"I thought your red eyes were beautiful," Felix said at the hopeful look on his
prince's face, "but green is your color."
Screaming, Harry launched himself at his guard to give him a hug then flew off
his lap. "I need a mirror! I need to see my green eyes again."
Having anticipated Harry wanting a mirror, Benjamin handed him the one he
brought. "They're stunning, prince."
Harry couldn't take his eyes off of the mirror. He had missed his green eyes so
much. His eyes were the only special thing about him. "I can't believe they're
back," he cried, his eyes swimming with tears.
"Didn't I tell you magic could do amazing things?" Felix grinned.
Jumping up and down with happiness, Harry dropped the mirror then ran and about
knocked Bill over with his over enthusiastic hug. "Thank you! I have to go show
my daddies."
Bill was surprised at the speed in which Harry took off, his guard hot on his
heels. Beaming, he turned to his mate who was smiling proudly at him out of
foreign blue eyes. "That couldn't have gone better."
"I think he's going to be alright," Benjamin sighed in relief. He had really
come to love the boy and after hearing about the dangerous magical parasite
that could take him over he had been extremely worried.
With a flick of his wand, Bill slammed the door shut and sealed it. "I think I
deserve a reward."
"You think so, huh?" Benjamin asked as he slowly started to stalk his mate.
"What kind of reward were you hoping for?"
Licking his lips, Bill popped the button on his jeans and yanked the zipper
down. "You on your knees sucking my cock while staring up at me with those new
blue eyes of yours." He had never been shy when it came to sex with his mate.
He had no problems asking for what he wanted...and right now he wanted Benjamin
to suck him.
Benjamin didn't know how he survived two years without his mate. Without
hesitating, he dropped to his knees, yanking his mate's jeans and underwear
down as he went.
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