Wrath of Vampires 24
Title: Wrath of Vampires 24
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, ocs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Impending violence
Word count: 1225
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 moonlite_tryst, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Harry draws first blood.
Harry didn't know if vampires were capable of establishing wards, but he intended to find out. He teleported into a large ballroom where several humans and vampires were gathered. Harry reflexively tightened his cloak about himself, and the stiff set of his shoulders relaxed minutely when no one raised an immediate alarm.
The ballroom was lit by chandeliers. It was not as bright as the ballrooms where Harry had once attended functions when he was still human. There were definite shadows at the edges of the room, and many of the vampires seemed congregated there. As for the humans, Harry surmised most of them were Consorts or Companions. There appeared to be several armed guards among them. Harry wondered if they were there in anticipation of his arrival.
Harry's eyes scanned the area through the veil of his cloak. He grew concerned when he didn't immediately see Draco. His Consort should have been easy to spot, with his platinum blond hair. Draco must be in the vicinity, however. Harry's spell wouldn't have led him here, otherwise. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel. Harry turned his head, surprised when his gaze fell on a stocky, dark-haired bloke. There was something familiar about the man, and Harry drew in a deep, silent breath.
Draco
Harry's resourceful Consort was mingling among the vampires in disguise. Harry was going to kill him. He moved swiftly towards Draco, halting directly behind his Consort. Not wanting to draw any undue attention, Harry employed a tactic he had never tried with Draco before.
You are in so much trouble. Harry directed the thought into Draco's mind. Draco's back stiffened, but he didn't react beyond that.
Harry? came the tentative, return thought. Where are you?
Right behind you. Don't turn around.
How did you get-
Never mind that, Harry cut Draco off. I brought a wand for you. Take it and get the hell out of here.
No.
Damn it, Draco-
I have my own wand, thank you, and besides, you can't take on all of these vampires by yourself, Draco fired back. To his credit, he hadn't once turned around.
I am only interested in killing Veronique. As Harry directed that thought to his Consort, he was looking around the ballroom in search of his target. There was a raised dais at the far end of the room, with an honest-to-Godric throne on it. A woman sat there. She was attractive without being classically beautiful. Her hair was long and red, and her eyes were cold and hard. Three other people - vampires - were clustered around her, and she appeared to be speaking to them.
I'm going to move closer to Veronique, Harry directed at Draco. Slip out of here and Disapparate. I'll deal with you when I get home.
I'm not leaving you, Harry.
Harry clenched his teeth in frustration. Draco, I am warning you-
Arguing with me may cause a scene, Draco thought back, interrupting Harry's threat. I have my wand, and I can take care of myself, he repeated. I promise I'll Disapparate if things go tits up.
Harry could see there would be no reasoning with his Consort, but he was not best pleased by Draco's disobedience. Harry stepped up directly behind Draco and slid the spare wand out of the folds of his cloak. Take this, he instructed. It's an extra wand, just in case.
Draco stealthily accepted the wand, and Harry moved away from him without speaking to his Consort again. If they both survived the impending wrath of vampires, Harry was going to punish Draco unmercifully when they returned to England.
Harry wasn't concerned for himself, but he didn't want harm to befall Draco. It was for that very reason that he had initially forbidden his Consort to come to France. Harry intended to kill Veronique, and he did not need the added distraction of wondering if Draco would be alright. Harry knew Draco was a capable wizard, but he had precious little experience with vampires. For that matter, Harry himself had very little experience with the creatures. He had killed Ramiro with a powerful Incendio, but Harry doubted he could destroy an entire enclave of vampires using such a spell. Perhaps Fiendfyre would work, but he didn't want to subject Draco to that terror again. Harry supposed he could order his Consort to leave and then release Fiendfyre, but he suspected the majority of the vampires would simply teleport to safety. There had to be a better way.
Harry used his vampiric abilities to raise himself a scant inch off of the floor so he could move towards the dais without a sound. He weaved in and out among those gathered in the room, slipping past them undetected. Harry's shoulders were tense, anticipating that he would be discovered at any moment. The vampires, however, were outmatched by the Deathly Hallow that hid Harry's presence from their senses. He halted when he was close enough to Veronique to hear her conversation. Harry mouthed a silent Translation spell that would enable him to understand the French being spoken.
"...arrived by now," Veronique was saying.
"It seems all of the talk of Potter's heroics was overrated, my Queen." This was said by the vampire to her right.
Veronique nodded regally and smiled in satisfaction. Her fangs glistened in the light from the chandeliers on the ceiling. "We still have Potter's Consort," she said. "Killing him will give me pleasure, and his death is sure to bring Potter out of hiding."
Harry had to concentrate to tamp down his powers. He didn't need to give himself away by announcing his presence with uncontrolled magic.
Veronique glanced up at the male vampire by her side. "Go to the dungeon and bring me Potter's Consort," she demanded.
The man dipped his head in a semblance of a bow. "Yes, my Queen," he said before moving away to do Veronique's bidding.
Harry was relieved. Veronique had no idea that Draco was already in her presence.
"May we play with him first?" asked a female vampire to the Queen's left. She was blonde and pretty, and she appeared quite young.
Harry could sense that she was old and powerful. She was also vicious and bloodthirsty, and Harry decided he would kill her after he dealt with Veronique. There was no better time than the present. The other vampire would return at any moment, raising the alarm that Draco was not in the dungeon.
Harry moved as close to Veronique as he dared. He parted the folds of his robe just enough to allow the tip of his wand to protrude. More than a dozen years had passed since Harry cast this particular spell, and he didn't want to leave anything to chance.
"Of course, you may play with him, ma chere," said Veronique, replying to the other vampire's question. "I want him to suffer-"
Sectumsempra, breathed Harry.
Veronique's mouth was still moving when her head hit the floor.
Wrath of Vampires 25
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, ocs
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Impending violence
Word count: 1225
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 moonlite_tryst, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Harry draws first blood.
Harry didn't know if vampires were capable of establishing wards, but he intended to find out. He teleported into a large ballroom where several humans and vampires were gathered. Harry reflexively tightened his cloak about himself, and the stiff set of his shoulders relaxed minutely when no one raised an immediate alarm.
The ballroom was lit by chandeliers. It was not as bright as the ballrooms where Harry had once attended functions when he was still human. There were definite shadows at the edges of the room, and many of the vampires seemed congregated there. As for the humans, Harry surmised most of them were Consorts or Companions. There appeared to be several armed guards among them. Harry wondered if they were there in anticipation of his arrival.
Harry's eyes scanned the area through the veil of his cloak. He grew concerned when he didn't immediately see Draco. His Consort should have been easy to spot, with his platinum blond hair. Draco must be in the vicinity, however. Harry's spell wouldn't have led him here, otherwise. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel. Harry turned his head, surprised when his gaze fell on a stocky, dark-haired bloke. There was something familiar about the man, and Harry drew in a deep, silent breath.
Draco
Harry's resourceful Consort was mingling among the vampires in disguise. Harry was going to kill him. He moved swiftly towards Draco, halting directly behind his Consort. Not wanting to draw any undue attention, Harry employed a tactic he had never tried with Draco before.
You are in so much trouble. Harry directed the thought into Draco's mind. Draco's back stiffened, but he didn't react beyond that.
Harry? came the tentative, return thought. Where are you?
Right behind you. Don't turn around.
How did you get-
Never mind that, Harry cut Draco off. I brought a wand for you. Take it and get the hell out of here.
No.
Damn it, Draco-
I have my own wand, thank you, and besides, you can't take on all of these vampires by yourself, Draco fired back. To his credit, he hadn't once turned around.
I am only interested in killing Veronique. As Harry directed that thought to his Consort, he was looking around the ballroom in search of his target. There was a raised dais at the far end of the room, with an honest-to-Godric throne on it. A woman sat there. She was attractive without being classically beautiful. Her hair was long and red, and her eyes were cold and hard. Three other people - vampires - were clustered around her, and she appeared to be speaking to them.
I'm going to move closer to Veronique, Harry directed at Draco. Slip out of here and Disapparate. I'll deal with you when I get home.
I'm not leaving you, Harry.
Harry clenched his teeth in frustration. Draco, I am warning you-
Arguing with me may cause a scene, Draco thought back, interrupting Harry's threat. I have my wand, and I can take care of myself, he repeated. I promise I'll Disapparate if things go tits up.
Harry could see there would be no reasoning with his Consort, but he was not best pleased by Draco's disobedience. Harry stepped up directly behind Draco and slid the spare wand out of the folds of his cloak. Take this, he instructed. It's an extra wand, just in case.
Draco stealthily accepted the wand, and Harry moved away from him without speaking to his Consort again. If they both survived the impending wrath of vampires, Harry was going to punish Draco unmercifully when they returned to England.
Harry wasn't concerned for himself, but he didn't want harm to befall Draco. It was for that very reason that he had initially forbidden his Consort to come to France. Harry intended to kill Veronique, and he did not need the added distraction of wondering if Draco would be alright. Harry knew Draco was a capable wizard, but he had precious little experience with vampires. For that matter, Harry himself had very little experience with the creatures. He had killed Ramiro with a powerful Incendio, but Harry doubted he could destroy an entire enclave of vampires using such a spell. Perhaps Fiendfyre would work, but he didn't want to subject Draco to that terror again. Harry supposed he could order his Consort to leave and then release Fiendfyre, but he suspected the majority of the vampires would simply teleport to safety. There had to be a better way.
Harry used his vampiric abilities to raise himself a scant inch off of the floor so he could move towards the dais without a sound. He weaved in and out among those gathered in the room, slipping past them undetected. Harry's shoulders were tense, anticipating that he would be discovered at any moment. The vampires, however, were outmatched by the Deathly Hallow that hid Harry's presence from their senses. He halted when he was close enough to Veronique to hear her conversation. Harry mouthed a silent Translation spell that would enable him to understand the French being spoken.
"...arrived by now," Veronique was saying.
"It seems all of the talk of Potter's heroics was overrated, my Queen." This was said by the vampire to her right.
Veronique nodded regally and smiled in satisfaction. Her fangs glistened in the light from the chandeliers on the ceiling. "We still have Potter's Consort," she said. "Killing him will give me pleasure, and his death is sure to bring Potter out of hiding."
Harry had to concentrate to tamp down his powers. He didn't need to give himself away by announcing his presence with uncontrolled magic.
Veronique glanced up at the male vampire by her side. "Go to the dungeon and bring me Potter's Consort," she demanded.
The man dipped his head in a semblance of a bow. "Yes, my Queen," he said before moving away to do Veronique's bidding.
Harry was relieved. Veronique had no idea that Draco was already in her presence.
"May we play with him first?" asked a female vampire to the Queen's left. She was blonde and pretty, and she appeared quite young.
Harry could sense that she was old and powerful. She was also vicious and bloodthirsty, and Harry decided he would kill her after he dealt with Veronique. There was no better time than the present. The other vampire would return at any moment, raising the alarm that Draco was not in the dungeon.
Harry moved as close to Veronique as he dared. He parted the folds of his robe just enough to allow the tip of his wand to protrude. More than a dozen years had passed since Harry cast this particular spell, and he didn't want to leave anything to chance.
"Of course, you may play with him, ma chere," said Veronique, replying to the other vampire's question. "I want him to suffer-"
Sectumsempra, breathed Harry.
Veronique's mouth was still moving when her head hit the floor.
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