Harry's POV
Going abroad for studies is fun, but not when I leave behind the only family I have, my dad.
So glad I'm finally going back. I sure as hell missed all them dad jokes.
I smile at the thought of that, all those puns! Gods so many puns!
I get home as quietly as possible, since I wanna surprise him, I don't wish to make a sound. As I enter, I hear the TV from the living room.
"And this is what a crocodile's feeding g time looks like.."
Ah, national geographic.
I walk into the room and turn the lights on but just when I'm about to yell surprise, I see what's rather odd, the living room is a mess. Broken lamp, broken chairs, blood.
I hear my heartbeat pace.
"Dad! DAD!!" I yell
Just then I hear a moan from behind the sofa.
"H-harry.." I hear him whisper.
I run to see and there he is, lying there, looking pale as ever. I feel the burn in my throat and tears down my cheeks.
"Dad, oh my God.." I fall to my knees.
"W-what happened? Who d-did this? Dad!"
"H-harry..my boy" he pauses. "Come c-close." He forces himself.
"The box under m-my b-be-" he moans in pain.
"Dad, shh, don't say anythi-"
"No. L-listen to me" he cuts me off, barely breathing. "Remember, t-the box. And take care s-son, I l-love you."
He forces a smile as he caresses my cheek and then goes quite and still.
"DAD!! DADDY!! NO! NO NO YOU CAN'T! DAD!" I shout and weep.
This can't be happening, this has to be a nightmare! The one person I loved the most has left me alone, all alone.
"Dad.." I whisper through sobs.
Just then I notice something weird on his neck, two holes. Odd, very odd.
Ashley's POV
"After the funeral" continues Harry
"I went to his room, sat on his bed and then I remembered what he had said. I looked under the bed and there it was, the box he was talking about. I opened it and its had books and papers, the books were old, ancient, in fact." He pauses
"They were about vampires.." He looks up at me. I'm quiet.
He sighs "Vampires and hunters, our family history. Everything about victor and all else." I nod, still not saying anything. Just taking it all in.
"Why would they..?" I blurt out, confused.
"I don't know, and you know what, I don't wanna. All I know is that Vampires are cruel and filthy and don't deserve to exist!"
"But what about the treaty?"
"Well, they broke it first when they murdered my dad, I don't give two damns about the freaking treaty!" He says furiously.
And again, I'm quiet. Not knowing what to say because what could could I possibly say that wouldn't make me sound wrong here? I'm stuck.
"..I think I can help" I blurt.
He looks at me, brows furrowed.
"Hear me out, alright?" I take a deep breath, "They're not all bad.."
"What?" He asks confused.
"They're not all bad, there are so many of them that follow the treaty, a lot of which you've killed! They didn't hurt humans."
"Are you out of your mind? Are you under some kind of compulsion?" He comes closer to examine me.
"What, no! I'm not under anything, Harry!" I protest.
"Look, what I'm trying to say is that the ones who killed uncle William were the bad vamps! But not all are like them."
"Why are you taking their side? What the hell is wrong with you?" He's furious.
"Nothing's wrong with me! I know vampires! Hell I date one!" I realize what I've just said and immediately regret it.
His eyes get wide. "What?"
"You what?!"
"They're not bad people, I've known one since I was.. Uh..five and I.. I love him." I make my voice sound as calm as possible.
He has an astonished look on his face and then he blinks a couple of times trying g to take that in.
"Yup you're under compulsion" he says like he's talking to himself.
"God, no Harry I'm not! I can't be, I'm an anchor. Nothing supernatural works on me!"
"You're an anchor? What proof do you have? For all you know those vampires are making you think that you are." He argues.
"No, have you heard of The Old Library?"
"Yeah"
"I could see it.." I next to him.
"Oh.." He looks into distance. Then he looks down and shakes his head.
"Even if some of them are good, they still killed my dad" he mumbles.
I place my hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, look at me, I know how you feel. I lost my parents too, maybe not like you lost your dad, but I did. Its hard and I get it..but you can't stay bent over revenge all your life."
"But they killed him." I can see the tears in his eyes.
I hug him. It's so weird, this isn't how I imagined this..I didn't think that when I'd meet him, after all those years, it'll be this way.
He came to the funeral, so did uncle William. And then I met him once when I was 8. Lucy took me to a Fair, he was there too, but that's it.
"I killed those who killed my dad three months ago.." He whispers.
I speak when he let's go.
"Well then you've had your revenge.."
He sniffs.
"You can meet him, them, and then decide for yourself if they're good or bad..okay?"
He closes his eyes, sighs and nods.
"Fine..but if I find then even a tiny bit suspicious, I'm taking you with me somewhere far from here."
"Alright."
I text Zayn to come.
Knock.knock.knock
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Hey guys! So I updated.. As I said, I'll make it up to all you readers, thank you for reading it BTW! ❤❤
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