Wrath of Vampires 23
Title: Wrath of Vampires 23
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, ocs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Impending violence
Word count: 1060
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for emeraldpanther and luthiennolatari, who both requested Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Harry arrives in France, while Draco secures his own release.
Harry quickly gathered a few necessary items and prepared to leave for France. He was going to kill Veronique, whether or not she had caused harm to befall Draco. The vampire queen had become a dangerous adversary, and Harry would no longer suffer her to live. He knew that his task would not be easy, but then again, Harry had already done the impossible by killing his Sire.
Harry seldom used a wand any more, but he slid it up his sleeve, along with a spare wand. He planned to give it to Draco to defend himself or Disapparate with. Harry had no doubt that Draco would have been disarmed immediately upon being discovered in Veronique's territory. He hoped his Consort had enough Slytherin sense to remain undetected, but there was no telling what Draco may have done. Harry located his Invisibility Cloak in the depths of his cupboard and swept it over his shoulders. If Death itself couldn't see through the Cloak, no vampire had a chance to, either. Harry knew he would need every advantage he could get. He was not going to underestimate Veronique or her minions.
Harry summoned his house-elf Hulda. "I am traveling to France," he told the elf. "If Draco comes back before I do, see that he remains here until I return."
Hulda nodded her understanding. "If you is needing anything, Master Potter, sir, you may summon Hulda," she said, her little face fierce and determined. She reminded Harry of Dobby in that moment, and all he could do was nod in thanks.
Harry vanished and reappeared a moment later in France, near the Eiffel Tower. The ability to teleport instantly and at will was one aspect of vampirism that Harry appreciated. The mode of transportation was more efficient than Apparation or even travel via Portkey. There was no disorientation involved, and no fear of getting Splinched.
Harry gazed up at the Tower briefly. This was where he had met Javier Ramiro that fateful night when he had been Turned and in turn, had killed his Sire. Harry was familiar with this area of Paris. Unfortunately, he was not familiar with Veronique's compound. Harry had wanted to accost the vampire in her own lair, but she had trumped him by luring Draco there first. Now, Harry was back on his heels, and he didn't like it. He was angry at Draco for not obeying him when he had forbidden his Consort to go to France. Now, instead of simply eliminating Veronique, Harry had Draco to look after, as well. Harry knew he was partially to blame. He should have moved against Veronique immediately, instead of allowing her to implement her own scheme.
Harry drew his wand and cast a location spell to find Draco. The ritual he had performed to claim Draco as a Consort created a link between them that was akin to a soul bond. Harry had only to focus on his Consort, and his inherent magic should do the rest.
Harry's wand pointed north, towards Rouen. He cast his enhanced vampiric senses in that direction and picked up on the faint magical signature that was Draco's. Now that he had his bearings, Harry drew his Cloak more closely about himself and teleported.
~*~
Draco was aware that the Muggle who had muscled him into the cellar was still nearby. Therefore, he waited until the man came into sight once more. Draco flicked his wand at the bloke and stunned him. The man crumpled to the floor without a sound.
Draco remained in his cell, alert for signs of other human presence in the dungeon. Once he deemed it was safe, he opened the door of the cell with a nonverbal Alohomora. Draco bound the Muggle with an Incarcerous, then levitated him into the cell. He plucked a hair from the bloke's head and dropped it into the vial of Polyjuice potion he had brought along in his pouch. Draco drank the potion, grimacing in disgust at the foul taste.
Once the Polyjuice did its job, Draco transfigured his clothing to match what the bloke was wearing. He then cast a glamour on his prisoner so that the man looked just like him. Draco left the cell and locked it behind him. He crept forward, wand at the ready. He knew he had a distinct advantage over any Muggles, but he could not be sure of the vampires' powers. Harry always seemed to know where Draco was, and Harry had claimed at various times to be able to scent his Consort. Draco could only hope to fool any vampires with his altered appearance.
Draco stealthily ascended the stairs and paused at the top. Hearing nothing from beyond the door, Draco opened it and stepped through. He tucked his wand partially up his sleeve, allowing the tip to rest in his palm. It would be ready if he needed it.
Draco's instincts all clamored for him to Disapparate to safety, but he was reluctant to leave. He wanted to remain here to back Harry up, should Harry need it. Draco didn't doubt that Harry could destroy Veronique in a one-on-one battle, but he was equally certain the vampire queen would not be interested in a fair fight. Veronique wanted Harry dead, because he had killed Ramiro, and Draco knew she would stop at nothing to achieve her goal.
Draco began mentally cataloging spells that could be used against vampires. Most of those he considered were dark magic, but this was no formal duel with rules in place. This was going to be a fight to the death.
A woman rounded the corner and glared at Draco. "Where are the prisoners?" she demanded in French.
"In their cell, praying Potter comes to rescue them soon," Draco replied. For once, he was grateful that his father had insisted he learn French.
The woman nodded. "Return to your post in the hallway," she said. "Veronique is certain that Potter will soon arrive."
Draco had little choice but to obey.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 24
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, ocs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Impending violence
Word count: 1060
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for emeraldpanther and luthiennolatari, who both requested Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Harry arrives in France, while Draco secures his own release.
Harry quickly gathered a few necessary items and prepared to leave for France. He was going to kill Veronique, whether or not she had caused harm to befall Draco. The vampire queen had become a dangerous adversary, and Harry would no longer suffer her to live. He knew that his task would not be easy, but then again, Harry had already done the impossible by killing his Sire.
Harry seldom used a wand any more, but he slid it up his sleeve, along with a spare wand. He planned to give it to Draco to defend himself or Disapparate with. Harry had no doubt that Draco would have been disarmed immediately upon being discovered in Veronique's territory. He hoped his Consort had enough Slytherin sense to remain undetected, but there was no telling what Draco may have done. Harry located his Invisibility Cloak in the depths of his cupboard and swept it over his shoulders. If Death itself couldn't see through the Cloak, no vampire had a chance to, either. Harry knew he would need every advantage he could get. He was not going to underestimate Veronique or her minions.
Harry summoned his house-elf Hulda. "I am traveling to France," he told the elf. "If Draco comes back before I do, see that he remains here until I return."
Hulda nodded her understanding. "If you is needing anything, Master Potter, sir, you may summon Hulda," she said, her little face fierce and determined. She reminded Harry of Dobby in that moment, and all he could do was nod in thanks.
Harry vanished and reappeared a moment later in France, near the Eiffel Tower. The ability to teleport instantly and at will was one aspect of vampirism that Harry appreciated. The mode of transportation was more efficient than Apparation or even travel via Portkey. There was no disorientation involved, and no fear of getting Splinched.
Harry gazed up at the Tower briefly. This was where he had met Javier Ramiro that fateful night when he had been Turned and in turn, had killed his Sire. Harry was familiar with this area of Paris. Unfortunately, he was not familiar with Veronique's compound. Harry had wanted to accost the vampire in her own lair, but she had trumped him by luring Draco there first. Now, Harry was back on his heels, and he didn't like it. He was angry at Draco for not obeying him when he had forbidden his Consort to go to France. Now, instead of simply eliminating Veronique, Harry had Draco to look after, as well. Harry knew he was partially to blame. He should have moved against Veronique immediately, instead of allowing her to implement her own scheme.
Harry drew his wand and cast a location spell to find Draco. The ritual he had performed to claim Draco as a Consort created a link between them that was akin to a soul bond. Harry had only to focus on his Consort, and his inherent magic should do the rest.
Harry's wand pointed north, towards Rouen. He cast his enhanced vampiric senses in that direction and picked up on the faint magical signature that was Draco's. Now that he had his bearings, Harry drew his Cloak more closely about himself and teleported.
~*~
Draco was aware that the Muggle who had muscled him into the cellar was still nearby. Therefore, he waited until the man came into sight once more. Draco flicked his wand at the bloke and stunned him. The man crumpled to the floor without a sound.
Draco remained in his cell, alert for signs of other human presence in the dungeon. Once he deemed it was safe, he opened the door of the cell with a nonverbal Alohomora. Draco bound the Muggle with an Incarcerous, then levitated him into the cell. He plucked a hair from the bloke's head and dropped it into the vial of Polyjuice potion he had brought along in his pouch. Draco drank the potion, grimacing in disgust at the foul taste.
Once the Polyjuice did its job, Draco transfigured his clothing to match what the bloke was wearing. He then cast a glamour on his prisoner so that the man looked just like him. Draco left the cell and locked it behind him. He crept forward, wand at the ready. He knew he had a distinct advantage over any Muggles, but he could not be sure of the vampires' powers. Harry always seemed to know where Draco was, and Harry had claimed at various times to be able to scent his Consort. Draco could only hope to fool any vampires with his altered appearance.
Draco stealthily ascended the stairs and paused at the top. Hearing nothing from beyond the door, Draco opened it and stepped through. He tucked his wand partially up his sleeve, allowing the tip to rest in his palm. It would be ready if he needed it.
Draco's instincts all clamored for him to Disapparate to safety, but he was reluctant to leave. He wanted to remain here to back Harry up, should Harry need it. Draco didn't doubt that Harry could destroy Veronique in a one-on-one battle, but he was equally certain the vampire queen would not be interested in a fair fight. Veronique wanted Harry dead, because he had killed Ramiro, and Draco knew she would stop at nothing to achieve her goal.
Draco began mentally cataloging spells that could be used against vampires. Most of those he considered were dark magic, but this was no formal duel with rules in place. This was going to be a fight to the death.
A woman rounded the corner and glared at Draco. "Where are the prisoners?" she demanded in French.
"In their cell, praying Potter comes to rescue them soon," Draco replied. For once, he was grateful that his father had insisted he learn French.
The woman nodded. "Return to your post in the hallway," she said. "Veronique is certain that Potter will soon arrive."
Draco had little choice but to obey.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 24