The King and His Queen ~ Finished

Ballroom Blitz

Hello again! You know about the warnings, don't like? Don't read. There is a bit of blood in this one, just so you'ref aware. This title was inspired form Ballroom Blitz by Brian Connolly.

Letter/diary

Parsletongue

Harry looked around in awe, the ballroom was huge, everything made of marble. A few wizards were already there,

"Alright, come with me." Tom turned and hurried to the large doors, he opened them with a flick of his wrist. They waited in silence, after 15 minutes, the vampires arrived. They all wore black robes, a powerful aura surrounding them.  Most had dark brown hair, a few with silver. One of them stood out from the rest, tall, elegant. He had raven hair, shoulder length, much like Harry's. They all had pale skin, after a minute, the group walked towards them.

"Greetings wizards." The leader called out, stopping a few yards from them. Harry touched his lips with two fingers and dipped his head respectfully, Tom copied him.

"Greetings, Victor. Please come in." The dark lord made a welcoming gesture with his arm open wide, the boy groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. The leader cocked his head with a small smirk,

"Why should I?" Harry pulled a dagger from his sheath,

"Tom, your job was to not make a fool out of us." He said softly, pulled up his sleeve, then sliced open his right wrist, crimson droplets pooled out. The boy walked forward and offered him the blood, the vampire took the offering and drank from him for a few seconds. He closed the wound and licked the traces of blood free,

"I apologize for the ignorance of my friend." The vampire's violet eyes flashed in amusement,

"That's quite alright. I'm sure you taste better than him anyway." A smile tugged at Harry's lips, he turned and walked back to the dark lord's side,

"Please come in." The boy smiled slightly. Some of the vampires gave him an odd look, but walked in. Te young wizard waited for them to go to the ballroom, he shut the door and sighed.

"I should have told you about that yesterday." He pressed his back to the wall,

"It's alright, Harry. I prefer to not be drank from anyways." He smiled reassuringly,

"Ok. Are there any more guests to greet?"

"No, the others are my deatheaters. You should go talk to someone, be social."

"I'm not a very social person, I could offend someone."

"Harry, go." The boy pouted, but walked into the ballroom. He sighed and found a corner that was uninhabited. Harry silently groaned as a vampire approached him, he had black hair with streaks of silver and gray eyes. The male handed him a drink,

"You're too tense, small dark lord."

"I'm not a dark lord." He replied, wording it carefully.

"You aren't? Don't you rule this place?" Harry scoffed,

"No, of course not. Tom is in charge here."

"Tom? Who's Tom?"

"Lord Voldemort, the dark lord. I don't suggest calling him Tom unless he gives you permission." The vampire smiled, teeth showing.

"Ah. What should I call you, Mr. Potter?" Harry twitched in irritation,

"Just call me Harry."

"Mm, that name is... boring. I shall call you Emerald, the color of your eyes."