Harry opened his eyes to what was becoming a common sight – Neville, Hermione, and the youngest four Weasleys looking at him worriedly and babbling.
“Guys, it’s okay, I’m fine. I was just talking to my mate…oh, crap.” He did not mean to say that. His friends were stunned into silence. True to form, Hermione was the first to recover and ask questions.
“Mate?! Harry, what are you talking about? Why do you have wings? What happened to you? Are you hurt? Who is your mate?” Her rapid-fire questions roused the Weasleys as well, and Harry was soon inundated with questions, all asked over the top of each other. Unable to get a word in edgeways, he grinned and watched them all. Neville caught his eye and moved closer.
“You okay, Harry? Happy birthday.”
“Thanks Nev. I’m fine. It’s just one of those things that the universe springs on me. Apparently, I had enough vampire in my heritage to trigger an inheritance…”
“VAMPIRE!!!” shrieked four redheads, a Granger and a Longbottom. Harry winced. It seemed his hearing was even more enhanced now. Hermione was not going to be ignored any longer.
“Everyone shut up! Harrisson James Potter, you will explain what happened to this room and you, why you think you’re a vampire, what you were doing having mental conversations with a strange person who could well be Voldemort, and who you think your mate is, RIGHT NOW!”
Harry scowled at her. “I came into my inheritance, and I now have wings, long canines and a niggling desire to drink blood. Therefore, I am a vampire. I don’t know why it was so painful or why it destroyed the room; I only just found out what I was myself, from my mate’s memories. I was talking to my mate because he initiated it, and I know it wasn’t Voldemort, no one can get through my shields unless I bring them in. Besides, when you have strange people romping through your head, you’ll learn the difference. Now, if you’re done interrogating me like I'm a homicidal maniac, do you think we could talk about the more important things here? Like why no one warned me that I’d turn seventeen and undead at the same time?”
“Maybe no one knew?” suggested Ginny.
Hermione looked thoughtful at this. “There’s a potion you can drink that will chart your family tree; that should be useful in finding out where this came from. I read about it in one of the potions books I was reading over the holidays a year or two ago. I’ll do some research on it; see if I can’t find out how to make it. Ron can help me.” With that, she was gone, heading for the Black library, Ron protesting at every step behind her. Harry just shook his head, smiling softly at his single-minded friend.
That left Fred, George, Ginny and Neville, who were all looking at him expectantly. “What?”
“We just noticed that you left something out there, mate.” The twins grinned at him as he groaned. He’d hoped to leave the matter of his mate’s identity for a later date. A much later date. Preferably at a time when Ron, at least, was blind drunk and tied down. And not in a kinky way either. In any case, his hotheaded friend wasn’t in the room at the moment. Harry sighed and sat down on the slightly scorched floor, motioning to the others to join him. There wasn’t much hope that the twins, let alone Ginny, would let this go. With a thought, silencing spells simmered into existence around the room, surprising Harry as much as the others. He made a mental note to look into how much stronger his wandless and wordless magic had gotten later.
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Blood Bonds
Fanfiction18 lonely years Severus has been without his vampiric mate. Now, another has come into his inheritance... Disclaimer* STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME
